The Block Party - Sex Stories

The Block Party

... flashed a huge grin. “I’m ready, let’s go.”

We walked to his house. No one even noticed that we left.

“Where do you go when you head downtown?” I asked

“Usually I start at Sullivan’s. It has ice-cold air conditioning, the bartenders pour healthy drinks, and has a quiet crowd. After that, I usually head to Little Corona’s for a cigar. I sit with my cronies and spend time solving the problems of the world.”

That caused me to laugh. This guy has a sense of humor, unlike the cock loving shithead I married. I was happy and my mood changed. Leaving the block party was the best thing that could have happened.

As he opened the door to his house, a burst of cold air hit us. The temperature change caused my body to be covered in goosebumps and my nipples once again hardened. I subconsciously touched them and sighed. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jim.

“What would you like to drink?”

I gave it some thought. “I’d love a light beer if you have one.”

He grabbed a Yuengling Lite from the fridge and poured it into a frosted mug.

As he handed it to me, I said half-seriously, “Oh my, how fancy. What a gentleman. Thank you for not making me drink from a can.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he responded in the same, half-serious tone. “I’m going to change then we can head over to your place.”

It had been years since a man treated me well. My sudden desire to have him was taking over my good judgment. I was quickly justifying in my mind what I was doing. Anyone who knows me was ...

... well aware that my marriage was over. Still, we had a legal bond. Being married, would Jim think less of me?

He stepped into his bedroom and stripped out of his sweat-soaked shorts and T-shirt. I quietly followed him to watch. He was standing in his boxer shorts when he noticed me. When he saw me, it was clear he had an erection that couldn’t be hidden.

I stared at his crotch. “Oh wow! I haven’t seen that reaction in a long time.”

I took two steps toward him and stopped. He reached out to my shoulders and ran his fingers along the sides of my halter. I didn’t resist and took a half step closer to him. I felt alive being with him. He reached around my neck untying the strap. His hands slowly slid the halter top down, exposing my breasts.

“Touch them,” I whispered.

My nipples were like diamonds. He softly took both into his fingers and held them, lightly pinching them, then squeezing my tits. I pushed back and continued to pull off my dress. He reciprocated, dropping his boxers to the floor. His fingers hooked into my thong, slipping it down my legs. We stood naked in front of one another. He took me into his arms. His dick was hard and beautiful. I loved the feeling as it rubbed against me.

“How could your husband not crave you?”

I held him for what seemed like several minutes. He was so masculine. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. His arms were like rocks, yet, he had sensitivity about him.

Focusing on my eyes he said, “Darlene, you look ...