My Affair with Alison - Sex Stories

My Affair with Alison

... obvious. It was difficult to work that day with a perpetual erection. I got an email from her that afternoon that simply read, “Were you serious?” Oh my god, she is right across the street and thinking about me paying her for sex. I replied with a one word email, “Yes.” I was imagining her sitting in front of her computer in a bath robe with a vibrator on the table beside her. A few days later Broomhilda again had to work so I was at the bus stop with Alison. Surprisingly, it was not awkward. When the bus left she said, “Suppose I was to agree to it. How would it work?” I said, “I will get a hotel room during the day while the kids are at school and everyone else is at work.” She interrupted, “You mean our spouses. Our spouses will be at work. This is crazy.” She walked back into her garage. Her butt was a bit clenched and didn’t do that nice wiggle. Maybe I pushed too hard. Maybe she thought I was joking. What a let down. But that afternoon I got an email, “Tell me exactly how it would work.” My hands were shaking, but my pecker was hard as a rock when I wrote her back: “You would show up at a specific time and knock on the door. You would be wearing that light blue patterned sun dress and sandals, but no panties or bra. I would open the door and hand you a glass of champagne. “We would pretend not to know each other. This is just a business transaction. I would walk up to you and put my hand up your dress to feel your naked crotch and tell you how beautiful you are. “I ...

... want you to ask me, ‘What do you want me to do?’ “We don’t get undressed. Instead I back you up to the bed and lay you back. I open a container of coconut oil lube and use it to massage your pussy. I unzip my jeans and pull down my shorts and my erection stands out straight. You watch while I put the condom on and add a little more coconut oil to make sure my cock is slippery. I stand you up and turn you around. I bend you over and put your hands on the bed and I lift your dress. My penis slides into you easily as oil and your juices mix. I glide it in and out of you until I cum. “Deed done. We part and nothing ever happened.” Half an hour later, she replied, “Oh my God you have actually thought this through. I’m having some wine and maybe this the alcohol talking, but get the room. I would say now, but the kids will be home soon. Just get the room and I’ll do it.” I immediately responded, “I hope you don’t mind me telling you. I have never been so excited. I am hard as a rock and I am imaging you with a vibrator.” Then the phone rang and I almost lost my erection. I picked it up and it was Alison with her deep southern drawl! “Hi. I hope you don’t mind me calling, I know Broomhilda isn’t home. I can see your garage and only your car.” “I don’t mind at all. Truthfully I was getting pretty hot and bothered trading email.” She paused and whispered, “I was too. Are we really going to do this?” I replied, “Yes. I want sex with you. I want to tell you how bad I want it, but it’s a ...