It is funny how you meet people these days. How people either open their wild sides up or lie when they chat with people on the internet. It was funny, when I met Katherine late one evening, I could tell she was different. Even as hard as it is to read personalities on the net, I could sense a hunger in her. We must have talked for at least two months, and this was just when the net was starting to take off. We had some hot chats that actually would leave me sweating and spent at night. The passion she held was incredible and so appealing.
Katherine was slightly older than me by about ten years, and she was married with kids. At that point in my life, I had not ever even given thought to having an affair with a married woman. The older part did not bother me, but I was nervous and excited at the same time at the thought of having sex with a married woman. As it became more obvious that we may actually meet, I asked Katherine if she had ever had an affair. Her response was no, which kind of shocked me. She seemed so willing to try it. I think we both had each other so turned on by the raw passion, that it had us willing to explore and take risks.
She lived in the next town over from me, which was about 30 miles away. That was good because at least it allowed us the anonymity when we were visiting, but the first meeting came about after careful planning, and I was to meet her in her neck of the woods. The ride over for me was just absolutely nerve wrecking. I am usually a very composed and unflappable man, but the thought of fucking another man's wife excited me and also worried me. I knew her town fairly well, and I was to meet her at a grocery store parking lot. We had described our cars so that we could locate each other, and apparently I arrived first because I did not see her car. Maybe she had decided to back out on me.
That actually would have been acceptable to me under the circumstances, and as it drew to be fifteen minutes past our meeting time, I was thinking about just leaving. About that time, I saw her big Suburban pulling in, and I could not believe it. I wanted this woman so damn bad, and she had actually had the guts to follow-through with it when she was the one that had everything to lose. She told me that she would be dropping her kids off at the day camp, so do not expect her to be in anything but typical mom clothes. She drove right over to my car like we had been old friends forever. We had agreed that I would ride with her because her car was easier for me to hide in, in the case that we needed to hide. So I jumped out, introduced myself, and she immediately let me in her truck.
Our initial conversation was shaky at best. She looked great even in her "mom" clothes. I could tell that she was as scared as me, but we slowly warmed up. I had noticed when we pulled out that she started back into a nearby neighborhood like she knew where we were headed.
"I thought we could go to my parents' house, since they are out of town at the beach for the week. I mean if that is ok with you." I almost laughed because she sounded so nervous assuming I wanted this to go beyond us just riding around in the summer heat.
"Sure, that is fine with me. Are you sure that is ok?"
"Well, my family would not think it is weird for me to be checking on their house while they are gone, and the neighbors will not expect anything out of the ordinary, we just have to slip you in quickly. If they se my truck in the drive, they will not suspect anything is going on out of the ordinary." I just smiled and started to regain my normal composure somewhat reading between her words.
As she turned down the street, I suddenly started getting scared even though I wanted this. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head about if we would be seen, caught, or whatever else. She pulled up in the drive and I slumped down in my seat to make sure no neighbors were around. I asked her to go unlock the house and just walk through to make sure nobody stayed at home. She got out and walked around to the carport door. Her dress was below her knees, but I could see a nice silhouette of her ass and her strong, but feminine, calves as she walked in the door. A few second later she came back and waved me inside. I hurried inside.
It was so surreal when I walked into the kitchen. It was like I was in my grandparents' house, with pictures of grandkids and family around. She locked the door behind me like we were guarding gold in that kitchen. I knew she was just making sure there were enough obstacles for someone to get through that we had time to hide me. I waited for her lead in the house. I did not want to assume anything at that point. We both were acting like teens on a first date. She was a typical lady, asking me if I would care for something to drink. I agreed to settle us both down, and I went over to sit on the sofa in the den.
I am not sure if she did this on purpose, but the skirt she had on was denim like material, and as she sat down across from me, she pulled her leg up Indian style and I could barely make out some white panties under her dress hem where it rode up her thigh. That kind of shook me back to the reason why I was there and the fact that were had limited time before it would be time for her to go back to her wife and mother life.
"Katherine, would you show me the rest of the house?"