Stepping Out Of Her Comfort Zone

Lori knew that her efforts to deny her attraction to the man before her were proving to be in vain. Just to see Ryan Baxter's smile as he engaged her in conversation was enough to arouse the fluttering of longing for him. These weren't mind games that they were playing on each other, but the taking of slow steps towards the consummation of all that was so often to be seen in each other's eyes, whenever they met, and their boys had run off to join their weekend club's ball game.

There had been times when they would watch and call out encouragement, just like any parent would do, but now their interest in each other had to find full expression, or another step taken to what she felt would be inevitable; her agreement to pursue an affair with him. She saw it in Ryan's eyes, in his approving and even lustful glances, and no matter what she was wearing for a trip out to the lakeside park.

Delaying the taking of that final step had to be endured and he had suggested a way to be alone together but doing that by not strolling along the lakeside path that had the forested hills as a backdrop, but to go rollerblading.

"I haven't done that in a long time!" she laughed, but not so loud that people would look at them. They would think that Lori Petersen was flirting with a man, a guy through a divorce, and who was now on the make.

"Then we'll do that together, the next time we're here."

They stood by their cars, sipping on a fruit drink he had poured from a thermos flask before Ryan took his blades out of the trunk.

She didn't know where to look as he shoved down his jogging pants and she saw his strong legs, the hair on them like a silky down and stark against his lightly tanned skin. Next was the sight of his strong arms, the biceps bulging and taut against the sleeves of a T-shirt with a faded image of the Stars and Stripes upon it. He had tugged away a sweatshirt and she had seen his biceps swell as he tugged on the blades and before he leaned forward to fasten the laces.

She just loved to see his smile, his lean face creased at the sides of his mouth and Ryan's tended, closely cropped beard, matching Ryan's blonde hair with its streaks of ash-white, that was swept back from a deep forehead. How could his boy's mother have divorced the guy she wanted to know, and might get an answer to, sometime, and if she dared to ask it?

She wanted a 'fling' with the man, not a wrecking love affair. The guy was different from her husband, Frank, in so many ways and that included taking care of his boy, Jack, whereas Frank left it to her to deal with games days that Lucas loved to attend and where he always palled up with Jack.

"Go and do your blading and I'll mind the boys," she told him. Ryan now stood even taller as he stepped away from the car and closed the trunk's lid. "Go carefully..."

Something about him, what she was embarking upon, made her touch his arm and Ryna smiled knowingly at her.

"I sure wish that we could see each other more often...away from here."

"We might get to doing that, but we rollerblade first...next weekend, I promise." She said it as he stepped onto the path and she saw how his leg muscles flexed as he moved strongly away, already weaving around people strolling on the path, his expertise there for all to see. She clenched her hands into tight fists as the ache of longing for the guy took a stronger hold on her. "Don't stay away for too long."

Ryan was lost to her sight as the path curved away and went into the trees, but he was not out of her mind, and it sure was a feeling that even being taken by Frank did nothing to ease away.

Besotted with the man, she had to go with him even if it was for a once and only time.

♥

He was warm, the Lycra shorts snug on the skin of his legs as he bladed quickly, perhaps too fast if he didn't want to return to Lori drenched in sweat, looking like a greaseball, and his hair matted. He had cursed as he left her because he had forgotten to put on a helmet. It was a stupid mistake, but the woman sure got to him and, as the saying went, he sure wanted to slip her a length and end the emptiness in his life where it concerned women.

But his work and his boy, Jack, took up so much of his time that meeting and talking to Lori was the easiest way to chase down some company, even to have his length worked by someone he had been captivated by.

And seeing her again, today, only made the sense of longing so darned difficult to control. He sure hoped his dick wouldn't take on the shape of a length of pipe and strain his shorts. She'd sure see, then, how she got to him.

Lori was an engagingly slender woman standing up to his shoulder, and he was just about six feet tall. Her blue dress with white polka dots shaped her figure, the scooped neckline revealing her cleavage, and a baubled necklace had been seen hanging enticingly against her breastbone.

"Yeah, you sure are packaged nicely, and I'd like to unwrap you, Lori, if the chance came my way."

♥

"Phew!" she laughed. "I'm sure glad that you helped me along, or I'd never have kept up with you!"

They sat under the tailgate of his station wagon, their shoulders brushing against each other as they took off their blades. Ryan took delight in her, how Lori's body was shaped by her Lycra outfit that she had kept covered until the boys were safely onto the playing field and she had joined him to make ready for their blade ride. When she dared or chose to do so, she had taken his outstretched hand and Ryan had pulled her along or they had bladed side by side, exchanging wondering glances. They had not touched each other as they had done during their spree over the snaking paths, their rise and fall.

"I'm glad that you let me kiss you in that wood," he said across the narrow space between them, Lori adjusting her braided blonde hair now that her helmet had been taken off. Her breasts were seen to move under her clinging top. "Don't put on your sweatshirt just yet..."

"The boys will be waiting for us soon..."

"And I've been waiting a while to ask if you'll come back to my place? You said Frank was at work...some crisis or other...so it makes no sense you two going back to an empty place."

"While it makes perfect sense to be at your place we see where that takes us."

"Yeah, and I'd like it to be a lot more than the kiss we shared."

Lori had not pulled away when he had drawn her to him. Instead, they had become engaged in what they soon pursued, their kisses passionate and intense.

"I'd like that too. The boys will occupy themselves in the playroom you say you've fitted out for Jack..."

The way they had parked their cars, the place they had chosen, they now succumbed to renewed kisses and Lori surrendered to the questing caress of his hands, to her Lycra-clad bum and her breasts, the nipples son hardening. Throughout their kisses and claims upon each other, Lori groaned, fearful of discovery and wondering how she could take full advantage of the moment, now that it had arrived.

♥

With the boys occupied downstairs in the basement playroom and supplied with drinks and snacks, they still took to each other in full knowledge of the risks they were taking, Lori especially.

They were both hot and wanted more after the kisses and caresses on the blade ride and then afterward. Ryan took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom located down the hall. Once inside they embraced and shared in deepening, open-mouthed, kisses and snorted for breaths as the passion to know each other took hold.

Ryan eased away and lifted his T-shirt over his body the skin still glowing from the blade ride. Lori simply lifted away her Lycra top, her rounded breasts tumbling free as it fell to the floor. She now stood before him in her Lycra shorts, the curve of her mound shaped beautifully by the figure-hugging fabric and the softest outline of her thong to be seen.

"Ryan." She asked it somewhat nervously on seeing the lust for her that burned in his eyes. He said nothing. Instead, she stripped off his Lycra shorts. She could see the lust in his eyes as he continued to undress before her, and she stepped closer. "You sure have something for me..."

Her gaze had drifted down to his hard cock, that length of aroused flesh that sprang out from his toned belly and a dense mat of hair. A new man and a new dick would be taken, the only one since she had married Frank. Her husband was something of a hairy beast, his body not as toned as Ryan's, and the man she wanted to fuck was smooth skinned but his pubes were untrimmed and she slowly groped for, then claimed, his sac that hung between Ryan's legs. She worked his testicles and looked down at what she was doing as Ryan claimed her breasts.

Ryan leaned in and feasted on her hard nipples as his hands roamed over Lori's body, caressing her hips before his fingers dug into her butt cheeks and she was pulled against him.

"Oh, how you want me!"

Her gasps were silenced by Ryan's hungering kisses, her body trembling as his penis was shoved between her legs and caressed her slit. She felt him groan against her lips and knew, from the exploratory touch of one hand that he had discovered that she was natural, her un-shaved pubic area covered in coarse hair and covering her cunt, her pussy's lips only now to be felt as she opened for him.

"Fuck me...I want that so badly from you, Ryan!"

They had embraced and he now made them fall onto the bed, kissing wildly and passionately as their hands roamed and their bodies rubbed against the other.

"I loved the dress you wore a week or so ago. How it shaped you got to me. Now I can see and touch all of you, Lori...beautiful Lori."

"Ryan!"

Her body jolted as she felt the tip of his penis poke at the entrance of her pussy. She was in thrall to another man. She was about to couple with a man who was not her husband. She was going to fuck, and be fucked, with a divorced man and the father of one of her son's friends.

"I understand," was all that Ryan said and he continued to caress her slit with the long edge of his penis. I

"Go on!" She called out to him and was acutely aware that this was different, what was happening to her, and she wanted another man's penis even if it was longer, but thinner than Frank's. "Make it good...don't treat me like I'm a revenge fuck for all that's happened to you, Ryan!"

Her direct ways of talking made him hesitate. "It's not like that at all!"

"Good, now let's do it! The boys will get to wondering where we are and will come looking for us." Lori met his look upon her and saw a moment's doubt. "Yes, do it in the raw...I don't want you wearing a rubber."

"You wonder!" he exulted.

His trembling, uncovered penis, was at her entrance, the bulbous tip swirling and poking in as he rocked and rotated his hips.

"Go on...do it with me!"

She knew that she was about to claim a new cock, to take it deep into her body, from the moment that Ryan went balls deep and his dick head caressed her pussy's slicked walls and soon poked against the end, at her cervix. He was touching her deeper than any man she had ever fucked, even deeper than her husband. Ryan had more than her husband, Frank, by a couple of inches or so. That was how it felt, but Ryan's length could not beat her Frank's girth, the thickness of his penis like an oversized cumber and curved. To feel the edge of that penis rubbing her pussy's entrance before Frank drove in was still the best feeling she had when they took to each other.

Whenever they fucked, she always felt afterwards that her body, her pussy, her cunt, were wide open and gaping. It took some time for her body, for her muscles down there, to settle down and not be stretched after being aroused and slicked over.

Lori gripped his hips in encouragement, caressed his body with her warm thighs, as Ryan began to dip and sway, to thrust and poke in deepening strokes to claim her moist warmth in a wrecking pace as her pussy gripped on him and she bucked her hips athletically. She tugged on that long penis that reached places that Frank did not always visit.

Lori loved feeling his cock penetrate her so deeply. Their pubic hairs would be mashed together, and his hairy balls would slap against her firm buttocks and brush her unvisited place. Even with Frank she never allowed anal sex.

"You're finding me, man, so keep on doing that!" Lori called out to him and clung to his body with her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck as they fucked to a conclusion.

It did not take long for her to cum all over his plunging cock. Lori had her doubts, though, about whether to prevent him from ejaculating in her rather than batter her tummy with his cum. He was not wearing a rubber, after all. She summoned up the concentration needed to count the days since her last period and reckoned she was safe from his semen wrecking the memories of what she had succumbed to with him.

"You're doing me so much good, Lori!"

His calls to her were matched by the creaking of the bed as they continued to fuck intensely and energetically. Lori felt a wayward excitement from thinking that Ryan may have fucked his ex-wife on the same bed she was being claimed on. But the novelty and the passion for her that Rayn displayed made her forget everything but what they were sharing.

The wait before doing this had been worth it; he was making her feel so good and she wondered if he had fucked her to a second orgasm or the first; everything had become a blur of emotions and sensations as her body wanted more; her pussy wanted more of that pole of flesh.

"Go on, lose it all in me! I know that you're there, Ryan...I can feel it!"

She kept him locked in the embrace of her arms and legs, worked his prick with her clamping pussy muscles, and shared in a deep kiss as she demanded that he came in her.

"That hurts!" he called out as his penis leaped and she shuddered in response to the ferocity of each spurt of his semen, the potency of each ejaculation matched by the strength of her pussy's muscles clamping on his pulsing and jerking prick.

Lori stifled her cries against his chest, his throat, or his lips as Ryan sought to kiss her, the swirl of his tongue as he kept pounding against her hips becoming too much to bear.

"Enough! I know how you've wanted me to do this, but enough now!"

She'd cheated on Frank; she had not wanted to be cheated out of experiencing this with Ryan. Her pussy had always

'belonged to Frank'

only he had unloaded thick wads of cum deep into her cunt, but with Ryan so much had been discovered.

"We'd better see how the boys are," Ryan said at length and when the heat of the moment had passed. They stumbled off the bed, each of them knowing the risks of discovery were increasing with every moment that passed.

Dressed, they kissed each other and smiled in acknowledgment of what had finally happened between them.

"You weren't too tired from that rollerblading, after all."

"No, I wasn't!" she replied and laughed. "But now, I have to get back to my other life."

♥

Lori hummed to a tune that was heard on the radio, Lucas absorbed by some game that was on a contraption that she and Frank often argued about; his absorption in it.

She wondered how she would keep what had happened with Ryan a secret, how to keep his cum from leaking out of her pussy and soaking her panties. The Lycra outfit would reek of it if she didn't get home, and soon.

"We're home, darlin'..." she called out to Lucas and as she waved to Frank.

He answered her wave before he resumed cutting the grass, his T-shirt sticking to his body and arms. Ryan's cum was still deep in her pussy but now, and on seeing Frank, she knew that she loved him and no one

'saw to her'

as he did. There were times when Frank fucked her to a standstill until neither of them had anything left to give to the other.

"I'm almost through!" Frank called out to her when she stepped out of the car and before she ushered Lucas into the house.

"Okay, I'll shower and get changed!" The roller blades would be taken out of the trunk later.

Her smile at Frank was a cover for the guilt she now felt at having been unfaithful to him. She'd clean herself up and rest for a while; to think, perhaps, of Frank and his love wand, his slang, which was thick and long, but not as long as Ryan's. But it was still a prick that filled her pussy.

She also compared the two men, Ryan was lean and strong whereas Frank was bulkier, taller, and heavier. He was a bear of a man, with hair on his body that sure showed the masculinity in him, and all of that before his thick cock and heavy nut sac were considered, the contents of which so often flooded her. She never let him forget how she also loved to feel his cum as it spurted into her throat as she mouthed him, the way that Frank used to hold her head a sure sign that he wanted her in this way as much as the inventive ways that they pursued each other, in and out of bed.

She loved her man, her Frank; but she now had a distraction from all known ways and wondered if there would ever be anything in it; she was with them both, Frank and Ryan, and behaving like the spoilt woman she had suddenly become.

She rushed into the house and settled Lucas before she ran noisily up the stairs. She desperately needed a shower to clean herself and wash away the acrid smell of sex and Ryan's semen that slicked her pussy's lips and deep inside her cunt. She felt that there was still so much of it inside her, in the depths and where she had taken him. All of that felt so new despite the attentions that Frank paid her, without fail, and sometimes when she didn't want that.

"Just where am I to go with this?" she murmured feeling languorous and tired from what she had discovered with Ryan. She wrapped her body in a fleecy towel, checked again for bruises and especially on her breasts before she lay down on the marital bed. It wasn't long before she began thinking of her fuck fest with Ryan less than an hour ago. "You sure were good during the little time that we had."

Her hand pulled up the edge of the towel and brushed over her mound before she fingered her snatch. She then rubbed gently over her swollen clit. She sat up and gazed down at her pussy's lips, still puffy from the attention of Ryan's fingers and cock. She began to probe and brush her fingers over her sex as she thought of Ryan, of how good it had been. She began to masturbate furiously with one hand as the other tugged loose the towel and she cupped her breasts, one then the other, pinching and tugging on her nipples as she did so.

It was all that she could do not to call out Ryan's name and she was oblivious to the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"Frank!" she gasped on waking from her reverie.

She saw the bulge in his shorts, how the sweat gleamed on his grimy skin from the yard work he'd been so busy with. She saw the lust in his eyes and wondered for how long he had been watching and now wanted to fuck her. She knew only too well that in that mood there was no sense in her trying to stop him, nor that he would begin by eating and fingering her pussy before she took that thick rod of flesh into her body. She was unsure, now, of how much of his lapping and fingering she could take before Frank mounted her. "Go on, darlin'...keep on doing what you were doing just now. I liked watching you."

She did as he asked. Frank licked his lips suggestively as he tore away his sweat-soaked T-shirt and then pulled down his shorts and briefs. His thick pole of meat sprung free and slapped once against his hairy belly before it arced out, trembling, the bulbous tip pink and already moist with pre-cum.

Frank caressed her legs as he continued to look at her fingering her pussy. He leaned in and she realised that he wanted to eat her out and might get to taste whatever was left of Ryan's sperm. If there was any of it left, Frank would taste it and know the reason for her showering and now lying on the bed.