"It took a lot," Joe said, "to get to the point where I just had to make a move. I mean, this was someone's wife. A mother. A friend. It's just that every time she talked her voice penetrated my head. I found myself unable to concentrate if she was talking across the room. I would gawk when she walked in, and I had trouble putting together a simple sentence when she tried to make small talk with me at a party."
"I see," Mrs. Watkins said. "Was it that you were enamored or just curious?"
"Maybe both," Joe guessed, "but at some point I just had to know."
"You arranged this session because you were worried you might be fooling yourself about your feelings. So I'll need to pry. Do you think she led you on?"
"Never. At least that I can recall. I had been noticing she seemed to be more friendly, more outgoing than usual. But to everyone, not just me."
"Was she dressing differently?"
"No, I think I was just staring at her more. I loved watching her sillouette from across the room. I starting imagining what her, you know, features looked like."
"It's a safe place Joe, you can say anything."
"Okay then, I wondered what her tits looked like. You could tell they were big but she kept them pinned down. I wondered what her nipples looked like, if they stuck out or stayed flat when she was naked or cold. I once dated a woman with nipples that stuck out an inch and a half when she got excited. They almost looked like they had worms coming out or them. I was hoping Sandi's didn't. I was fascinated and so was every guy I met who knew her."
Joe continued, "Whenever Sandi and Keith had a get together her co-workers and friends would make some sort of sexual comment about her to me in private. It's like she stood out to everyone. They'd talk about her tits, but also her pussy, her squeaky voice and how her lipstick was always so fucking perfect.
She's such a prude, the guys would say. Always buttoned up like a hurricane is coming. Then they'd say what she really needs is a cock down her throat to wipe that lipstick off. And for some reason almost every one of them would ask 'Do you think she takes it in the ass?'
It's was very strange how they all focused on her. Maybe because she seemed so unassuming and proper but you knew there was fire hiding inside."
"And when you finally saw her breasts, was it all you had hoped for?" Mrs. Watkins reached down and picked up her notebook. Joe found it funny that the Psychiatrist hadn't written any notes until he started talking about his lover's tits.
"All and more. The most perfect tits ever. I swear I almost came when she offered them up to me. It was magical."
Joe watched as Mrs. Watkins jotted in her journal. She looked to be about fifty, with reddish dyed shoulder length hair and a pale complexion. Irish, he thought, or English. She dressed very conservatively, not unlike Sandi did. Her features were sharp and highlighted nicely with lipstick and jewelry.
Breast wise she looked pretty close in size to Sandi, but it was hard to tell through her big black sweater. She was much taller than Sandi and appeared a bit thin for just how big her tits were. Under her shin length skirt her crossed legs didn't reveal much about her, but overall she was in good shape for a woman her age. She had a way of turning her head and adjusting her glasses that was compelling to watch.
"So it was a physical thing. Joe, I hope you realize that's not unusual."
"No, Ma'am. I may have thought it was physical, but once our tongues touched it was a different story. We entered each other's minds. It became mystical.
I knew something was brewing inside when she accidentally brushed my arm with her tit. My dick filled instantly and I felt goose bumps. Later she told me she did too.
After that I actually tried to avoid touching her. Even a hug goodbye became embarrassing as I'd have to adjust my crotch.
Then came that kiss. From the second we shared it we were two souls joined." Joe closed his eyes and relived their first kiss in Sandi's kitchen, where he had spun her around and taken her head in his hands.
"Will you admit there was some excitement in the secret of it? Knowing she was another man's wife?"
"I have to tell you, I've had other men's wives come on to me. Everything from stealing a kiss to kneeling down and sucking my cock in the middle of the day. But the feeling was never like this. Ever. Pulling her clothes off just seemed so natural. And when I got my first taste of her pussy I knew this was what I was meant to do."
"Meaning what?"
"Under her little patch of hair and behind her tiny pink clit she hid the fountain of youth, the holy grail, the secret of life itself. And she let me taste it. I licked it, I sucked it, I fed on it."
"I see, and how did Sandi feel about that?"
"She had the same feeling about me. She could never get enough of my cum. Not one drop was ever wasted. After she swallowed it all we would lake naked together and she would always have one hand against my balls. As soon as they began refilling she would take me back in her mouth until I came again."
"So twice? Every time?"
"As time would allow. There were a few days where she helped me cum three times. As I got hard she would climb on top of me and rub my cock against her clit, then put it inside till her tightness and warmth stiffened me even more. Then she would quickly slide off and suck me while I was still coated in her juices."
Mrs. Watkins crossed her legs, and as she did her skirt slid up her thigh against her smooth nylons. She didn't bother to pull it back and Joe noticed her rocking her foot back and forth in what looked like a masturbating manner as she listened.
"And you wife never had an idea?"
"Not at all. We would see Sandi and Keith socially at least two or three times a week. Often when we would have dinner together, Sandi would say she was still pretty full from lunch. Lunch meaning she had two helpings of my cum still in her stomach and her pussy juices spread all over her tits and face."
"She never worried about that?"
"She refused to clean up after. She loved having my cum and her juices rubbed on her. I almost never left without putting gobs behind her ears."
"And for you?"
"I had to be a little more careful. I would shower and change before Janice got home."
"And you weren't worried about 'performing' with Janice?"
"It was pretty unlikely. The only times I had to be ready for was my birthday, my anniversary, Christmas and New Year's day. Sandi would always try and blow me every time we were together, so if I saw her on one of those days it was pretty comedic. She literally wanted to suck my cock twenty four hours a day.
One time she was drinking at our house celebrating my birthday and Sandi had a couple too many. She had met Keith there so they each had a car. Janice offered me up to drive her car home and I did so, following directly behind Keith. As he pulled into their driveway she asked me to stop the car.
I did so thinking she might be ill but instead she dove onto my cock and starting sucking me off with her husband right in front of us. The worst part was I didn't know how her car worked so the inside lights came on, and all I could see was my cock going in and out of the lips of Keith's wife. She knew what was going to happen later with Janice but was trying to get first dibs."
"Okay," Mrs. Watkins said while writing more notes, "It appears that sexual attraction was pretty high on both sides. And the sex? Anything unusual? Or just normal?"
"Anything but. Sandi gave me what she had promised me, and that was one hundred and twenty five percent. Nothing was off the table. Anything I could think of she was on board with. She was tied, blindfolded, nipple clamped, let me insert anything into her, swallowed my cum and hers, licked herself and slid my greased cock in and out of her ass chute till I shot cum halfway up her colon."
"Anything."
"Anything. Every thing every guy dreamed about her doing she did with me."
Joe noticed Mrs. Watkins had her left hand on her chest. While she continued rocking he could see her fingers moving down a bit until her hand was under her breast. He thought he must be reading too much into this.
