My wife Jane was a very popular English teacher at the local college. The girls especially liked her. Being a pretty blonde with a voluptuous figure helped her hold the attention of the male half of her classes as well. She often befriended her students. Usually, they were older and married. Such were Sarah and Mike Mitchell. They were in their early thirties, about ten years younger than we.
Sarah was about 5'4", slim, yet with some womanly curves, and had long, red hair. This was her second marriage, which turned out to be an interlude to her third marriage, an upgrade from her fellow student to a member of the faculty. Mike was about 5'9", husky, with short blonde hair, gold wire-rimmed glasses and a neatly trimmed blonde beard.
We had gone out to bars and dined out and at each other's homes, when we lived 8 miles north of town in a cottage by the river. Once of that at our home was enough, after they had arrived an hour late for our supper, 7, instead of 6. Sarah's blithe response was something less than an apology. Mike and I discovered a mutual interest in Big 'Uns magazines. Jane had big ones, but Sarah did not. I've observed that some women compensate for what their figures lack by less inhibited behavior. Voluptuous women, like my wife, don't need to make much effort to attract men. It's like the old Avis car rental commercial to compete with Hertz, the top rental company: "We're second, so we try harder!"
We bought a house in town. We continued our acquaintance with the Mitchells. One warm, sunny May day, when Jane was still at school, I was doing some gardening. I worn just a pair of shorts. To my surprise, Sarah dropped in and found me in the backyard. She wore red short shorts and a sleeveless white blouse.
"Sarah, this is a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Jane is still at school. Did you come to play with our dog?"
"No, I didn't expect Jane to be home. I would like to play with your dog, but I also was curious to learn something."
We sat on the back steps with our bare legs occasionally touching. We chatted a while. Sarah threw a ball for our Scottish terrier. Songbirds seemed to serenade us.
"Do you have a question or am I supposed to guess what you came to learn?"
"It was an experiment, and I think I have the results. Still, there may be an
alternative explanation. Maybe you just don't find me attractive."
"It must be the other explanation, because you have nice legs, a pretty face and beautiful red hair."
"You have nice, muscular legs and a nice chest. Then the reason you haven't made a pass at me is that you are faithful to Jane."
"No other woman has tempted me. I would be very humiliated to make a pass and betray myself as a would-be adulterer to a woman who took the high moral ground and rejected me. Some married men just keep trying woman after woman until they score, but I'm not so conceited. Besides, there's your husband to consider, as well."
"You certainly are tying us up in moralistic knots! They say that variety is the spice of life. Most men would like a variety of women in their sex lives, an occasional new conquest to boost their manhood, and women, at least women like me, would also enjoy finding that we are desirable to other men. My first husband thought that applies to men but not to women. Mike and I have a fairer understanding.
"What if I told you that Jane and I had a talk about sex? What if I told her I was attracted to you? She told me about when you two lived with another woman, who flirted with you. She called her a prick tease. She wouldn't have blamed you if you had fucked her! I received the impression that Jane might be proud of you for making a sexual conquest of another woman."
Sarah opened her legs until her right thigh touched my left one. I could not resist putting my left hand on her knee and caressing her thigh up to her shorts. She did not complain but looked at me. My cock swelled hard for her. She looked at my lips. I put my right arm around her shoulders and caressed her bare upper arm. We kissed tentatively. She looked at me. I kissed her until our tongues touched. She ran her fingers over my chest through the hair.
"It's not fair. You get to see and feel my chest."
"I like a man who wants me and takes what he wants!"
She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and stopped. I unbuttoned the rest and spread her blouse wide. She shrugged it down her arms and off.
"The red bra goes well with your fiery hair."
It looked like a B-cup.
"They aren't as big as your wife's, but I haven't had a complaint yet! You should see my matching panties!"
I reached around and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were turned up, freckled, with dark, erect nipples and rosy aureoles. I cupped, squeezed, and caressed them and thumbed her nipples.
"You have lovely tits!"
She reached between my legs and squeezed my cock.
"I see and feel what you want to do to me! Are you going to lay me on the lawn or take me indoors?"
I took her into the living room.
"You needn't fuck me in your marriage bed. Just use me on the floor like the slut I am!"
I pulled three thick cushions from the sofa, lined them up, and laid a bath towel over them. Sarah stood while I stripped her shorts off.
"Now for the ultimate test for a true redhead! Peel!"
Sarah peeled her red bikini panties down to reveal her red bush.
"Very pretty!"
"Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, with the outside of your pussy, but the inside remains to be explored."
"I think I can satisfy on that score, seeing that you do intend to score with me."
She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of her shorts and panties. I removed my shorts and undershorts. Sarah grasped my cock.
"That's a nice-looking cock, good enough to taste!"
She knelt at my feet, grasped the base of my cock, licked its length and cradled the head on her tongue and began sucking. Jane was not so fond of cock-sucking.
"Let's save your cock to fuck me! Would you mind licking me?"
She lay on her back, raised her knees and spread her legs. I sniffed her like a dog with a bitch and licked her the same.
"Yes, that's it! Finger-fuck me, too! Make me cum, and I guarantee that I'll cum again, on your cock!"
I obliged. She squealed, squirmed and oozed her ecstasy.
"Thanks, Gene! Now, I'll be a great fuck for you! How do you want me?"
"I want to see your face, assuming you won't look indifferent, while I'm fucking you!"
"You'll see a look of sexual surrender on my face, and I bet I'll see a look of sexual conquest on yours!"
