Amanda and I had been in a relationship for some time; we were very fond of each other and liked doing many of the same things. Mandy, as almost everyone close to her called her, and I loved spending so much time together I asked her to move in with me. It didn't take much convincing because we loved so much about each other, but we were not in love. At least not to the point we wanted to get married. But that didn't strain our relationship in the least. Had we met when we were younger it might have been a different story, but neither of us knew how to travel back in time so we enjoyed the time we had together.
Amanda is lovely, both inside and out. She's the sort of person you just wanted to be around as much as possible, always a hit at any party. She's intelligent, witty, and fun. Drop dead gorgeous, she stood five-six, one hundred-thirty pounds with curves in all the right places. Fantastic 36-C boobs, nice hips, great looking (and tight!) ass, and lovely tanned legs. Athletic in her younger years, Amanda ran track well enough in high school to win a track scholarship at our well-known State university. In other words, she is the total package, and I was lucky she saw enough in me to want to be a couple.
And our sex life is great as well. She is uninhibited, always giving, and vocal about what she desires, as well as what she will do for you. And because she was also the type of person you would want to please, I could have spent hours between her legs, kissing, licking, sucking, caressing, hell, just feeding off her delicious nectar. And while she enjoyed my oral skills - I cannot eat enough pussy, I love it so much! - she also wanted to fuck, in just about every conceivable position. We had both marathon sessions, which sometimes felt as if they'd be the death of me, and 'fuck me now' quickies in the middle of the day. On more than one occasion I'd get a call from Amanda while we were both at work, telling me to be at her office at 11:30, because she had fifteen minutes she 'needed to use.'
But life being what it is, isn't perfect. Amanda had three sons from a previous marriage, all are grown, married with kids, and at least semi-productive members of society. No one's in jail, in other words. But not all make the best decisions, and that usually means they come running to momma. In this particular instance the eldest had made some bone headed financial decisions, and while he wasn't asking for money he did request we watch the youngest grandchild so they could save five-hundred dollars a month, until they resolved some issues.
Now don't get me wrong, I love all the grandkids as if they were my own, and would always suggest to the boys and their wives that we'd gladly watch the kids for a weekend if they wanted to get away for some personal time, or just go out one night for dinner and a movie. But this was each weekday, for several months to come and that was going to mean Amanda and I would have to adjust our schedules, and limit the time we could do the things we wanted to do. And in a gentle way I said this to both the eldest, and his wife Lindsay. He sort of brushed it off, she was a little more sympathetic.
And so we adjusted our schedules to accommodate theirs. Fortunately both our jobs allowed for significant telework away from the respective offices so usually both of us, but at least one of us, were home watching the baby. After around the seventh month I was so looking forward to some non-family time, alone with just Amanda and I relaxing or melding into each other.
Whatever, just some normal quiet time.
And that's about the time things took another less-than-normal turn.
Lindsay came by one afternoon when only I was watching the baby, who by the way was a very good child, to take him home. Now, while not the complete opposite of Amanda, physically speaking, Lindsay was more of the pretty girl next door type. She was tall, probably five-ten, one twenty-five and no more than a B-cup, but a very friendly, easy to talk to young lady. Everyone who knew her said she was 'sweet.'
So sweet Lindsay and I are talking about nothing in particular as we're preparing the young one for departure when she says, "I'm really sorry we've put you in this position, I know you've both had to make some adjustments and I just want to say I'm very appreciative of what you guys are doing."
"Well, we love you all and want to help where we can. Yeah, we've made some minor changes, but we're fine," I tried to reassure her. "And again, if there comes a time, say, like on a Friday or Saturday night where you both need some alone time, or just want to go out for a couple of hours we'll watch the boys."
"Yeah well, thanks but you won't have to worry about that," Lindsay replied almost snarkily. "He's all about himself these days so I doubt very seriously we'll be going out any time soon."
I thought I saw her getting a little misty-eyed so I said, "Hey, look at me. You tell him he needs to take care of business at home, and all that entails. You know what I mean?"
I sort of regretted saying that, getting into their personal lives and all, so I quickly apologized to Lindsay if it appeared I was getting into any other their business particularly that of a delicate nature.
"No need to apologize, really. And I mean that," Lindsay stated as she picked up the baby and started towards the door. She then stopped and turned back to me, "It's nice to hear words like that from someone who knows what it takes to be a man, and acts like one as well. So thank you."
"Oh, no need for any of that. You're special to us and we only want what's best for you all," I said sincerely.
"You've been so good to us, more than you think you've been. If there's anything we can do, anything I can do as a way of thanks to make up for the time you've taken, please tell me," Lindsay stated.
"You should go, before your arm falls off from holding the baby," I replied.
For the life of me, I may never understand why I said what I said next. It may have just been a smart-ass comment, which I'm known to make from time to time. It may have been some subconscious sexual attraction I felt for Lindsay. Or may be a combination of the two. To this day I'm still not sure. But out it came in the very next breath nonetheless, before she had time to react to my previous words.
"And someone as lovely as you should never ask a dirty old man if there's anything you can do for them."
While I was now mentally kicking myself in the ass for opening my mouth, Lindsay sat the baby down and looked at me questioningly.
"God, I'm so sorry for saying that. Lindsay, please, I didn't mean to imply..." I tried to explain.
Moving closer, Lindsay said, "No, I'm glad you did."
This was confusing, and made more so when Lindsay stepped directly in front of me and placed her right hand on my left cheek.
"A real man recognizes what's in front of him, and does what's necessary," she said while we looked deeply into one another's eyes. "I find that to be both mentally and physically exciting. We'll talk more about this some other time, you can be sure of that."
She then kissed me softly, but quickly, on the lips, picked up her child, turned and left. I stood there in a daze, and found myself staring at her ass as she walked away, while running my tongue along the outside of my lips before backing up and sitting down in my chair.
The next thing I recall is Amanda walking through the door.
"Hey, how are you? I'm going to take a quick shower, you wanna play around when I get out?"
I recognized it as more a statement of her almost-immediate needs, so I walked into the bedroom, undressed, and waited for her under the covers. A few minutes later she came out, threw the towel towards the end of the bed, and climbed in and then onto me. She looked and smelled great! Her breasts, pressed against me, coupled with the heat from her pussy on my lower abdomen was having a pleasant effect on my cock, which Amanda seemed to be happy about. Best or all, I'd forgotten all about Lindsay.
"Mmmm, just what I needed," she said as she positioned herself over my stiffness.
"Welcome home, baby," I said as she slid down my length.
"Mmmm, you too," she quickly replied, followed by a series of, "Ahhh, yes. Mmm, oh fuck yeah."
I let her have her way with me as I kicked the covers off my legs. Soon, she bent forward to kiss me again, and I rolled us both over quickly, and began to steadily stroke in and out of her as I held the back of both her knees in each of my hands.
