I had known Sharon since we were teens. Our fathers were co-workers, so we had met a few times back then at parties, barbecues or work events. I always thought she was kind of cute for a tomboy, and even thought I was 16 and she was only 13, we were a bit flirtatious. Nothing ever came of it, and when she moved out to go live with her mom, we never saw each other anymore.
Flash forward about 25 years, and we crossed paths again, as both of us had daughters who were the same age that were Junior High age competitive cheerleaders. We were both married to attractive spouses, but being married with children (2 for her, one for me) does lead to a more mundane lifestyle. As luck would have it, after 25 years, we both had 2 things in common; we both had a wild streak that we had to suppress to be family people, and we both were really into fitness. My wife was sexy and attractive, but Sharon's body was a different type; rock solid, at about 5' 3" and 120 lbs of solid muscle. She didn't have much in the way of boobs, but she had firm abs and a great ass. Her face was OK, not classically beautiful, but still kind of pretty and framed by short blond hair. It was made even better by piercing blue eyes that had a sexy hint of crazy in them. Any time she wore shorts or a skirt to the studio where he girls practiced, I couldn't help but look at her nice, toned calves and thighs. She caught me looking more than once, and would just smile, so I knew she at least liked the attention.
One of the other cheer-parents who were a bit wealthy would have dinner parties in their 3 story house that most of the families would attend. The wine would flow, and Sharon and I would often be flirty like we were teens again. The only difference was, we had spouses around so we naturally would tone it down a bit. Even then, while we would hold back with our comments, there was a lots of eye contact and evil grins, and hello and goodbye hugs were just a bit tighter and longer than with other parents. Not enough to be noticeable to others, but I could tell we were bordering on inappropriate.
After months of this, at one of the usual parties that was thrown a day before a grand national event, things finally bubbled over. An innocent enough encounter in a hallway with nobody around, we both moved to let the other pass, and both move the same way like a slapstick move and bumped into each other. Maybe I had to much to drink, or maybe I had just had enough flirting. But when we bumped, I let her into my body so that we pressed together. I put a hand on her hip and pressed her into me and held her there for a moment. I was sure she could feel my bulge against her thigh.
"Hey...what do you think you're doing?" she asked with a sly smile, her icy blue eyes wide open.
I smiled back, "Sorry, do you really want me to let go?
She bit her lip and answered "mmmm..." and then glanced around and pulled me into the spare bedroom our hosts were using to store all the coats stacked on the bed. We ducked behind the partially closed door to so we couldn't be seen, but nobody would be suspicious if they walked over either. In an instant we pressed our lips together and I could feel her soft moist tongue writhing in my mouth. I hand one hand on the back of her neck massaging it, and the other massaging her firm ass. She had both hands draped over my shoulders, but quickly moved one down to my crotch where she groped and stroked my growing hard on. Our hearts were pounding, but we knew we had to stop.
She moved a bit back and quietly asked "Are you going to fuck your wife tonight?" When I didn't answer immediately, she squeezed my dick harder and asked again more firmly "Are you going to fuck your wife tonight?"
"Probably, yeah," I answered somewhat weakly, "Saturday is our night usually."
"When you do, you better be thinking of ME. Close you eyes and imagine your inside me...because I'm going to be thinking of you while Curt is fucking me." She squeezed again to emphasize how serious she was.
"When are we going to fuck for real?" I inquired.
She smiled "Oh, I have an idea...so save some energy for tomorrow."
That night, I did in fact fuck my wife, Ellen. It was rougher than usual, and I spent most of the time on top of her with her legs pinned up to her shoulders, pounding her with all my might. And like Sharon had demanded, I thought about her the whole time my rigid cock was slamming into my petite, little, brunette wife.
"Fuck honey!" she moaned "are you trying to break me in half? Not so hard!"
Her voice distracted me from my thoughts of Sharon's toned, milky white skin. I grabbed Ellen around the the throat with my left hand and squeezed hard enough to cut off most of her air. Her eyes bulged and I managed to start pounding into her pussy even harder.
"Well you're gonna take it, you fucking hear me?!?!?!" Her brow furrowed in anger, and she dug her fingers into my hips, and I could feel her nail scratching into my skin. I was pumping into her so fast, and her pussy was so wet, that I could barely feel the friction. The whole time I was thinking about how Sharon had tasted earlier that evening, and how good it felt to have her squeezing the cock my wife was now enjoying. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted to fuck Ellen hard enough that Sharon felt it.
Just as I was about to explode, I pulled my cock out of Ellen and let it shoot all over her. The first stream reached all the way up to her face and hair, and she cringed from it as the rest of my load splattered across her tits and stomach. As I caught my breath, I could see she was pissed.
"You asshole! You got it in my hair!" she complained.
I apologized, but the truth was I couldn't really care that much, because all I could think of was how years of waiting were going to come to an end, and I was finally going to have Sharon. And as much as I enjoyed my wife, Sharon would be a special treat, like my desert.
"You were way rough, too. What was up with that?" She asked.
