It had been a tough three months since my wife of 18 years left me for a man she met at work. We had been high school sweethearts and married right out of college, but after two kids and separate careers we had grown apart. I didn't really notice. I was too busy with work and figured she was just less interested in sex now that she was 40. It turned out she had been fucking this guy for the last year and a half. When she left me I was devastated. It felt like the whole foundation of my life had crumbled.
When I found out I had to go to San Diego for a few days on business I contacted a long time friend I had known since she was a teenager. Deb Meyers lived in San Diego with her husband Fred and daughter Amy. We had kept in touch over the years. Deb wrote me a touching letter when she learned Kathy and I had split. I decided to take some time off and pour out my woes to her. Her husband, Fred, was out of country that week, but Deb invited me to come anyway (with Fred's blessing) and to stay at their house.
I hadn't seen Deb in over three years, but when I showed up on Sunday she was still the perky, vivacious red head I had always known. She looked like a million dollars when she greeted me with that big smile, sparkling green eyes, tight jeans that hugged her dancer's legs and shapely ass, and a yellow T- shirt that hid a pair of small but pleasantly shaped tits. Deb was an aerobics teacher and looked as fit as ever. She kissed me on the cheek and took the bottle of wine I had brought with me.
I wasn't prepared for her teenage daughter, Amy. She was the perfect image of the Deb I knew when she was 18 and for a second I was transported back in time. I had never dated Deb because she was four years younger than me, but I did tease her incessantly when I would visit with her older brother who was my college roommate.
After eating, Deb and I sat on the patio drinking wine and talking. When Amy went to bed we moved onto the couch, now on our second bottle, and definitely feeling high. I began to unload my sorrow and pain on Deb who listened with a sympathetic ear. At one point I got choked up. Deb put her hand on my cheek to comfort me. I reached out to her and she gave me a hug while I sobbed like a big baby on her shoulder.
She pushed my head up and started wiping the tears from my face. Our eyes locked. I saw a look of compassion in Deb's beautiful green eyes, but there was something else there as well. She was drawing me in with a pleading look of need. I knew better, but I moved my lips to hers. She responded by kissing me back. Her eyes closed and she parted her lips. Our kiss became more passionate as our tongues met and explored each other's mouth. Deb's throat started to purr. She pulled me tighter to her.
I finally pushed away and looked back into her eyes, still holding her tightly.
"I don't think we should be doing this," I said questionably.
"I know," Deb whispered, "but it has been kind of lonely the last year or so. Fred has never been a passionate man, but it's even worse lately. And he travels so much."
Deb started to cry. Now it was my turn to console her, which ended in another passionate kiss. This time the kiss was more desperate. Deb started clawing at the back of my neck and rubbing her hand along my side. My hand found her breast, which I caressed softly. We slid down on the couch until we were lying side-by-side with me slightly on top. My right leg was draped over hers. I could feel my engorged manhood pressing against her lower belly.
My hand slid under her T-shirt and into her bra until I was able to rub my finger over her nipple. Deb started kissing my neck and ear. She moved her right hand down my back until it came to rest on the upper part of my ass cheek. I slowly started grinding my cock against her. She shifted a little further under me, and then pushed her hand further down my ass, squeezing my cheek and pulling me tighter against her.
I pushed her bra up over her tits so my hands could have free access to her fleshy mounds and hard nipples. She started moaning and purring, signifying her pleasure at what I was doing. She slid her hand from my ass to my hip and tried to wedge it between us. I lifted up just enough to allow her to slide her hand over the hardness of my cock. My head started spinning as I felt her fingers pressing into it through my jeans.
I mashed my lips back over hers and shoved my tongue deep into her mouth. I moved my hand from her tits down across her stomach and under the waist of her jeans. They were so tight that my fingertips were barely able to reach her panties. I pulled my hand back out so I could unsnap her jeans. Deb pulled away from my kiss when I pulled down her zipper.
"Oh God, Jim, we shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we shouldn't," I said slipping my fingers under the elastic of her panties and over her soft down. "Okay," she said gazing at my eyes as my fingers found the moist folds of her womanhood, "but you can't fuck me."
She closed her eyes as I sunk two fingers into her overheated cunt. She started humping them and whispering "yes" over and over. My fingers were plunging in and out of her juicy pussy and pressing against her clit on each stroke. I lowered my head to suck one of her tits deep into my mouth. Deb's moans turned to gasps. Her head was moving from side to side. She put her hand on the back of my head and grabbed a clump of hair. Her body stiffened. She lifted her ass up in the air and let out a small shriek. Juices gushed over my fingers as her pussy convulsed in orgasm. This went on for thirty or forty seconds before she finally relaxed.
I moved back up and started nibbling her neck while she caught her breath. Pretty soon we were kissing again. She slid her hand back over my cock. I began to hump it. She responded by massaging it with her fingers. She tried to shove her hand down the front of my jeans, but I had to help her with the belt and zipper before she was able to reach in. Finally, she wrapped her fingers around the bare flesh of my throbbing member.
In no time we were back in the throes of passion with me fondling her tits while she stroked my cock. I moved my hand underneath her and shoved it down the back of her jeans so I could feel her ass. She lifted up and I was able to push her jeans and panties down over her ass. Deb turned on her side to give me better access. After kneading her cheeks and rubbing my fingers up and down her crack, I moved my hand underneath her and sunk my fingers back into her juicy pussy. I moved my head lower and sucked on her tits some more. She was getting really worked up again. In this position I was able to work her jeans and panties down far enough to free a leg.
I kissed my way down her stomach, and then dropped to the floor on my knees. Deb had to let go of my cock, but I didn't care. I was determined to taste some of her luscious panty pudding. I rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs back and gazed at one of the most magnificent sights I had ever seen. Staring back at me were two pink glistening petals open wide in a nest of soft red curls which covered a slightly protruding mound. A tiny little clit was poking out at the top. Underneath was a small puckered pink nub.
