Karen's Hot Green Dress - Sex Stories

Karen's Hot Green Dress

... hope like hell he gets back, though.” I lied… I was going to cheat on her with a 32yr old brunette. I was going to fuck that kid as much as my body could handle. It would probably disable me for a week, but I had to do it… had to. On Friday, I was working on the complete opposite end of the building. It was the office where a dozen more people were working. At 10am, I told them I was going to make a quick run to the bathroom and grab a Coke and candy bar in the break room. I walked directly to Karen’s office to tell her everything was set for Saturday. To my dismay, her husband was standing in front of her desk, waiting to take her to an early lunch, “Well, Richard, don’t take her anywhere she’ll eat too much. She’s puttin’ on a little weight, lately.” He knew I was teasing, but fell right in line, “Yep, she had to start buying her jeans with elastic in the waist. If she puts on any more, I’ll have to get a pickup truck to haul her around.” Karen chastised both of us and I told her, “The outline of Anderson contract is almost ready. We’ll need your input on the wording of the marketing section. You two enjoy your lunch and just give me a call when you get back. If I’m not at my desk, have Lily hunt me up. “See ya, Richard.” When she called, she told me that they’d had a quickie in a motel, “He said he needed some to hold him over until Monday night… the shit head is taking an extra day so he can fuck his mama again before he comes home. “What time you going to be at my ...

... place?” In a purely, business-like voice, I answered, “We can make that seven, if it will work for your department. I’ll get the rest of the paperwork done today. Thanks.” At ten minutes ‘til 7am, I parked across the street from Karen’s apartment. As it turned out, she’d been watching for me since a little after six o’clock. She stepped out her door and waved. I guess the other tenants were sleeping in, because I saw no activity. Once inside, she wrapped both arms around my neck and lifted one leg. She pulled herself up and curled both those short, slim legs around my waist, “So I’m getting too fat, huh? You think you can carry all this weight through that door behind you?” In all fairness, her wait was around 105, clothes on… I had NO problem carrying her to the bedroom. Once I set her on her feet, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and dropped her shorts to the floor. That entire procedure took two seconds, “Well, you going to get naked or just stand there and look?” I pulled her back to my body and kissed her, “Honey, trust me… this is worth taking the time to look. But I have to tell you that I’ve changed my mind. I can’t do this.” She grinned and slapped me on the shoulder, “You’re so full of shit. Let’s get these clothes off.” “Well, okay… if I have to.” We started to lie on the bed when a thought hit me, “Before we do this, I want to see the Corvettes on Richard’s computer. Maybe it’ll make my dick harder.” “This will make it harder,” she said as she grabbed two hands full ...