My Wife Marcia? Part Two - Sex Stories

My Wife Marcia? Part Two

... and we continued on this little adventure she was taking me on. It was 10:00 a.m. when we arrived in Suffolk County. The smell of freshly cut grass entered the car as I let the passenger window down. While I was inquiring about a particular mansion in the area, I noticed that Maxine was unusually quiet. “Are you okay?” I asked. She ran her fingers through her long flowing brunette hair, taking a deep breath. “Well, it’s complicated,” she said, quickly glancing over at me. “The owner of the house is a friend of my dad,” she said, pausing and looking out the window. “Go on,” I encouraged. “I slept with him, Richard,” she said, bluntly. There was complete silence in the car for a few seconds. I was amazed at how open Maxine was being with me about her personal life. She appeared to be stunned by the words that came out of her own mouth. Our eyes met, and she blushed, placing her focus back on the road. I was sitting there, staring at her when the ticking sound of her car’s turning signal interrupted. We had pulled into the driveway of what appeared to be a massive house. All signs pointed to affluence. “Don’t just sit there, silly,” she said, getting out of the car. “This isn't Wildwood Lake,” I shot back. I followed behind her, attempting to avoid the view of her round buttocks in the tight little pencil skirt. No one was home, it appeared. She took a bunch of keys out of her purse and dangled them in front of me. Within a few seconds we were inside, and she quickly disabled ...

... the alarm system. The living room floor was one hundred percent gleaming hardwood. The furniture was old, but appeared to be luxurious antiques. Sheer curtains covered the windows; mint green appeared to be the theme. “You like?” Maxine purred, leading me into the spacious kitchen. “Where are my manners?” she said, playfully tapping herself on the head. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked. “Water would be fine,” I replied. “Tell me more about this friend of your dad, you know, the one that you slept with,” I jokingly demanded. Maxine playfully engaged me, sticking her tongue out as she poured my water. Our eyes collided once more, but this time we were both invading each other’s personal space. She shook her head, as if to say no and then decided to shove me in the chest with both of her soft hands. My arms extended, and in a gentle motion I shoved her back against the fridge and lifted her into the air. Her feet were now off the ground and wrapped around my waist. We were now face to face. Her brown eyes appeared to be filled with mischief. She ran her hands along my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Nothing needed to be said. She wanted me and I wanted her, badly. Our lips came together and we kissed hungrily. Chills ran through me as I felt Maxine breathing on my neck, simultaneously attempting to unbuckle my pants. We had crossed a line. My assistant had a handful of my cock and I was loving it. “That’s a mighty nice cock,” she whispered, stroking my erection ...