It’s a hot summer afternoon in the south. The kind where the humidity makes your clothes stick to you like honey on a biscuit.
I arrived at my best friends house to hangout and drink beers when I saw her in the flower garden by the front porch on all fours struggling to pull up weeds from the flower bed.
My heart was already racing, pounding just thinking about how bad I wanted to be inside her warm wet pussy.
With her sandy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was wearing a white cotton tank top with a sports bra that accentuated her small cleavage.
Her wide hips and milky white thighs were wrapped in a small fitting pair of umbro shorts. They were black and trimmed with white. The logo was almost faded and gone from all of the years she’s worn them since college.
As I walked towards her, her whole body was covered in sweat as she sat on her hands and knees weeding.
All I could focus on where her hips and the tightest mound that sat sandwiched in between them.
The short walk for me seemed like forever, because I could not get the mental image of railing her from behind with all of my might.
Not one of these slow sensual fucks that she’s probably wanting, but the kind of angry fucks full of pent-up sexual desire that we both secretly crave.
Pausing here for a moment, it’s worth mentioning that we are both sexually frustrated because our partners are not very adventurous which leaves us both wanting more. Back to the story …
She sees me walking up and takes a break, sitting back on her feet. It’s easy to tell she’s been at it for a while because the sides of her shirt are smeared with dirt and sweat is running down her chest.
As we are talking I am not paying attention to a word she’s saying. Towering over her about two feet away, I can only think about pulling my pants down, grabbing her by the pintail and shoving my throbbing cock down her throat.
I snap out of it at that moment with a “Hey man, what’s up??” from my friend. Pretend playtime is over in my mind.
We watch TV for a while and then head out back to throw some chicken on the grill.
She joins us outside while things are getting started.
Today I’m wearing my swim shorts and a madaras shirt because it’s hot as hell and I know I’ll go swimming at my house afterwards.
My friend goes inside to prep some veggies and a few other items, because as beautiful as his wife is, she’s not very good in the kitchen.
She and I start talking, lightly flirting with each other when I begin to feel an erection happening. Something that hasn’t “just happened” in a long time.
It’s her thick things and tight mound that I cant get out of my mind. It’s intoxicating and memorizing.
She slides down on her knees between my legs. “This is IT!” My mind screams. The blowjob I’ve been wanting for 20 years.
She says nothing as she slides her hand up my shorts and begins rubbing my cock. I now understand what other guys meant when they say “I thought my dick explode.”
Not a word was said as she sits stroking me with a smile on her face.
“Are you close?” She asks. I nod my head because I can’t find the words for what’s happening.
She tugs my pants down and put my cock in her mouth. It feels amazing.
She sucks every last bit of cum out that I have while I run my hand up the back of her head to her ponytail.
I go to firmly grab the base of her ponytail and thrust myself further into her mouth and she slaps my hand away while smiling at me. She denied my fantasy.
She quickly pops up and back into her chair as my friend comes out with the food.
She takes the glass bottle of beer and slowly runs her tounge around the rim staring straight at me while my friend has his back turned cooking dinner.
That was my second encounter with her. It would almost be our last.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/131nhmo/the_hot_summer_day_m42f41_con_cheat
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