After his first tryst with his friend's wife Joe had spent most of the week in a haze. Or was it a craze? Had he and Sandi just had one of 'those' moments? Were they letting off steam? Or was it something deeper? He felt so connected to her that he wanted to make every meeting, if there was ever to be another, memorable.
He definitely wanted to, needed to kiss her again. Just the thought of her made him hard, and the thought of what they had already done made him leak enough pre-cum enough to seep through his underwear.
Basically Joe found himself walking around in a constant state of arousal or semi-arousal. It was one thing to have had that happen when he was eighteen (which back then it did quite often), but that was over thirty years ago.
The two of them texted blurbs back and forth over the next couple of days. Nothing racy. And no mention of what had happened between them just days ago. Joe didn't want to push it, or admit the fact that he thought of her a thousand times a day. Or tell her about the blood that pumped into his member on each of those occasions.
Keith texted Joe often as well, looking to get together for a drink whenever possible before going home. Quite often he would just show up at Joe's unannounced. Joe usually accommodated him, but thought it best to keep all parties apart till he could see Sandi alone again. At least for now he feigned being too busy to get together either alone or as a group.
As it turned out his wife Janice was heading out of town on business for a week. This was often an opportunity for Joe (and many husband's like him) to check out the porn sites undisturbed and maybe jack off for old time's sake.
After he dropped Janice at the airport he started the routine to do just that, but something very strange happened. The porn that he was normally attracted to seemed to have no effect on him at all. So he tried a different strategy. Joe dropped his drawers, closed his eyes and just thought about Sandi.
He looked toward the ceiling, recalling her smell, her breasts, and that tight little pussy with the pink clit between her thighs. He imagined being inside her mouth, then looking into her eyes as he entered between her thighs. Just her eyes would have been enough.
Looking down Joe noticed himself fully engorged with a fountain of clear sticky fluid rolling down each side, dripping down from the mushroomed head. He hadn't even touched himself and here he was, ready to burst like wet dream. And that dream had a name.
He stroked himself. "Sandi" he said out loud, as gobs of white shot out of his cannon and coated his stomach. Joe took a deep breath and slammed his laptop shut. He wouldn't be in need of that kind of stimulation ever again.
Joe took it upon himself to find a workable time and offered up his home as a place for the two of them to meet. Sandi agreed and the plan was put into action. Each of them would only have a short time free, so Joe was determined to be ready for whatever Sandi might want.
Their plan began to unfold. Sandi would take her usual walk through the neighborhood to get some exercise. Joe would happen to be working in his garage. It was common for her to stop and talk with several people during her workout, and she had done the same with Joe on many occasions before. This day however, would be markedly different.
As the time approached Joe fumbled in the garage looking busy. He had made sure to make the rounds with the neighbors earlier so everything seemed normal. It seemed there was always someone out and about in the neighborhood where he lived, more so on a sunny day as was the forecast for this one.
Looking down the hill he saw Sandi headed his way, earphones in, wearing shorts and a tank top. Her 34 DD's looked to be less restrained than usual as she was sauntering along the sidewalk. He noticed how her hips swayed to the music she approached.
"Hi Sandi," Joe said, as he held a random tool in his hand.
"Hi Joe," she replied, removing her sunglasses so he could look into those brown cat eyes.
It was warm out and he noticed she was perspiring. Joe could feel himself sweating as well. Not from exercise but from anticipation. He shifted slightly so his hard on had room to grow.
"Oh man," he said to himself. "What is it about this woman that just drives me crazy?"
The sparkle in those eyes told him she was ready, and he could see her nipples were already pushing through the bra fabric.
"I've been doing some landscape work in back, care to take a look?"
"Love to." Their eyes locked, it was game on.
Joe led her into the garage and closed the door behind her. The second the door shut he bent down and kissed her, and without saying a word they both knew that the feeling between them was more powerful than anything either of them had ever felt.
One step into the house Joe stopped her. As he kissed her again he began pulling off her clothes until she was stripped naked. Completely. As her panties hit the floor Sandi didn't say a word, and didn't seem nervous at all.
All she finally said was "I don't know why but I trust you."
