Heidi
written by:
dubd

Heidi

As some of you know, I drive a truck for a living. I'm on a dedicated local run now but when I started for my company, my route could vary anywhere from driving fifty miles in a ten hour day to two hundred and fifty, depending on what dispatch needed me to do. Those were long days because they usually involved delivering school commodities to outlying districts. The way it worked was that the schools had a food budget that they used to order from one of the large food distribution outfits and then the state provided supplementary commodities, both dry and frozen which is what I deliver. Because I value my anonymity, I won't say exactly where I drive but it's near water and the views made the grueling days worth it.

Well, the views and Heidi. Kitchen heads ranged anywhere from the crotchety old battle-axes to the sweet - old - grandmotherly types to plain - Jane - ain't - never - gonna - get - married - ‘cause - nobody's - gonna - look - at - ‘em - twice types to the corn - fed - beefy types (you know the ones who always have their hair pulled back into a tight bun and red cheeks like they've just come in from a cold day) to the ordinarily - attractive - might - be - fun - in - the - sack types to the oh - man - I'd - love - tap - that - just - once types. Heidi was one of those last ones.

She was in her early to mid forties with a full head of curly, sort of dirty blond hair. Her round face with full lips suggested that she might gravitate toward plump except that she clearly took care of herself. Large, but not huge tits nicely placed on her chest above a trim waist and gorgeous ass. A womanly flair of hips led to legs that had obviously benefitted from a treadmill or running or something designed to battle age and gravity because they looked strong. More on that a little later.

How do I know what her body looked like you might ask. I know because, winter or summer, her daily outfit consisted of a skin tight tank top over usually black tights. I asked her once how she could dress like that in the dead of winter and she just pointed to the ovens and the fryers and the griddles that surround her and said that it gets warm in the kitchen. She brought a skirt with her that she'd pull on, along with a chef's coat, when lunch service began to maintain modesty. But when it was just her doing set up at seven in the morning, which is when I was usually there because she was my first stop on this bitch of a run, and putting away deliveries, well she just preferred comfort over decorum.

And that was just fine with me because, frankly, it made me look forward to my monthly journey to the ends of the earth. The tone for our professional relationship was set on the first day I met her. I'd just wheeled in my first hand-truck of freight and I called out, "Commodities, where you want ‘em?"

From somewhere in the bowels of the kitchen came the response, "Hey, how they hangin'?"

I didn't even think about it and said, "Low and to the left."

She said, "Well then, throw ‘em over your shoulder and put that crap in the storeroom. Around the corner and to your right."

This was before I ever even laid eyes on her. Our raunchy greetings continued from there over the next few months and I looked forward to them to the point that I tried to come up with original quips the week before I went out there. Of course, while I was there I'd sneak glances at her every chance I got. I don't know if she knew it, for sure, but I have my suspicions. Why else hover over a flour bin bent at the waist? I think she knew and I think that she liked that I'd look but not say or do anything since we were both married. We could throw racy parries at each other all day long but an unspoken understanding dictated that that was as far as we would go.

Didn't keep me from fantasizing about her though and, to this day, my wife has no idea that when I fuck her from behind and pull on her hair like horse reigns, in my mind it's Heidi's cunt I'm pounding. Not all the time, mind you, just that position; there's something about Heidi's hair. And here's the beauty part of fantasies; if they're about a woman that's accessible, not say a Halle Berry or Uma Thurman, sometimes they come true.

* * * *

I pulled around the building and eyed Heidi's receiving area and smiled. Heidi's kitchen provided all the food for the local schools - elementary, middle and high schools - which they would then load onto a delivery van. Sometimes they left it parked at the dock - a bitch because Heidi wasn't authorized to drive it and didn't have a key anyway, so I'd have longer to haul my freight - but today it wasn't there. Things were looking up for the day.

I pulled my short box in front of the loading dock and backed up to it. Actually, calling it a dock is being disrespectful to real loading docks. Open air and only two feet high, it matched up perfectly with the back of the delivery van but could be a pain if you didn't have a lift-gate on your trailer, which I did.

I set the brakes and sat in my cab for a minute collecting my delivery documents, making a time notation on my manifest, bringing my log up to date and, frankly, wondering if Heidi would be in a chatty mood today. Finally, I climbed down to the ground and headed back to do my set up for delivery; extending the gate, lifting the roll up door, grabbing my hand truck, using the pallet jack to position the pallet on the gate and such. I stepped from the gate to the dock and hesitated, looking around. I thought I'd heard something but couldn't find the source. I shrugged and looked down at the small load of goods I was delivering. At the beginning of the school year, she'd get maybe two full sized pallets but as the year progressed she'd only order to replace what she'd used and by April she'd be looking to cut back so she wouldn't have a huge inventory over the summer.

I usually judged the size of a load by the number of trips in and out of the building I was likely to make. This one looked to be about five; four if I got creative. But this was Heidi so five it was. I built my first load, broke the hand truck over and pushed it through the man door that led directly into the kitchen.

Inside, I didn't see Heidi so I called out, "Hey babe how's the droop?" She'd been griping the last couple of visits about the effect gravity was having on various parts of her anatomy and predicted that in the not too distant future her boobs were "gonna look like two oranges in a pair of nylons." As near as I could tell, this was a delusion bordering on psychosis, but what the hell, if a little obsession made her keep her body as tight as it looked, I was willing to feed it.

I expected a snappy retort of some kind, like maybe she was going to use them for bolos or something, but instead I heard, "Doug is that you? Thank God! I need help!"

Her voice came from the storeroom so I let the load I was pushing stand up and went to see what was wrong. What I found is going to take longer to describe than it did to register but it sort of sets up what came next so you'll have to bear with me.

I never actually asked her, but I'm guessing that her regular delivery came late in the day the day before. Rather than staying late, she must have decided to leave it for this morning to put it away. Storerooms in schools are notoriously small and this one was no exception; stainless steel racks on two walls left just enough room to stack a decent load inside and still have room to put stuff away. A driver that knows what he's doing will put the load opposite the racks on the bare wall so that whoever was responsible for putting it away could actually get to the racks. This guy must have been new because he loaded it right in front of them.

Heidi had one box on the top shelf and was trying to put another box on top of that one when something must have gone wrong. Only a half an inch of the box she was trying to lift was on the edge of the other. Her arms and legs were shaking from exertion as her body was rigidly stretched over freight two stacks deep. Beads of sweat were visible on her brow when she turned her face to me, "I don't know how much longer I can hold it."

Like I said, a lot longer to describe than the second it took me to size up the situation. Because of the other freight, the only way I could help her was to get behind her and stretch over her back. I'm not proud to say that the vulnerability of her position made my dick instantly hard so - I swear to God - I did my best not to touch her ass with my bulge. Once I had taken the weight, she curled out from under me and stood against the wall.

I pushed the box on top and turned to see color flooding her cheeks so I knew that my attempt at discretion had failed. Oops. Her eyes darted down to my crotch and up again. If I'd have blinked I would have missed it. All it did was make my dick harder. It was starting to get uncomfortable.

"Thanks Doug. That was close."

She clearly intended to ignore our incidental contact and that was okay with me. "No problem," I said. "What the hell happened and how long were you like that?"

"About half an hour I guess," she said, rubbing her arms. "I heard you pull up and then you took forever to get in here. I yelled."

"I thought I heard something but couldn't place it," I said. "But what happened?"

"I just got stupid for a second," she said. "I thought I could get that case up there but didn't realize how far I'd have to stretch to make it. I got the edge on top but then my feet slipped and you know the rest."

"Why didn't you just let it go," I asked.

"That's six one-gallon jugs of mayonnaise and the top of the box isn't sealed right. If I'd of dropped it and one exploded, I or somebody else would be all day cleaning it up."

Her hands were now working on her shoulders. After a lot of years I finally figured this out: if you're sore, you can't massage it away yourself. You have to have someone do it for you.

"You'll never get those knots out by yourself," I said, taking her by the arm and gently turning her around, "let me give you a hand."

She stood stiffly at first, making sure to keep some distance between our bodies, wanting to avoid another brush with my raging cock I was sure. But I'd done this a time or two and I started on her arms, working the muscles as I worked up toward her shoulders. At her shoulders I came to the straps for her tank top.

I hooked a finger under each of them and said, "I'm just going to move these off to the sides so I can get to the muscles up here." She didn't object so I did and found no bra straps underneath. I'd always wondered about that.

I squeezed the muscles hard, moving my thumbs in search of the knots I knew that had to be there. When I found them I bore down, working on the hard nodules beneath her skin, trying to get them to release. She sighed and fell back against me, surrendering to my manual assault. I worked from outside in toward her neck, knowing that the tension would find its way up to her scalp giving her a pounding headache eventually. I worked on her neck and back for several minutes until, finally, the knot let go and she gave an audible gasp, collapsing against me even harder.

"That feels incredible," she said quietly.

That raised a question: was she talking about the massage or my cock that she had to be feeling against the small of her back? I mean, I'm not huge but I've never had any complaints. She had to be able to feel it there.

I don't know what possessed me but I leaned my head forward next to hers and said, "It would feel even better if we weren't married to other people." My position had me looking down her front at the material covering her bosom and suddenly two points appeared in the cloth, one on each titty. Imagine that.

She didn't say anything for a minute and I thought I might have stepped over the line. Then she laughed quietly and said, "What if we weren't married to other people?"

There was a touch of rebuff in the tone of her question and a lot of guys would have actually heard, "Yeah right! Like that's gonna happen!" They would have finished the massage, patted her on the back and gone back to work. I, on the other hand, heard a challenge. Something along the lines of, "Okay, we're not married to other people. What are you gonna do about it?" I mean, it was a no lose situation. If I tried something and her question was a dismissal, then she'd slap my hand - maybe my face - and we'd go on about our business. If I was right, though, that opened a whole world of possibilities that I just had to explore.

I dug the heels of my hands into her back on either side of her spine and ran them down to the top of her ass then back up again. After my second trip up and down she was leaning into it trying to intensify the pressure, her ass pressing into my hips. Unintentionally maybe, but her nipples were hard, right? As my hands slid down her back, they naturally rotated so that, on my third trip down, I just let them continue down to squeeze her cheeks. Her hands twitched like she was going to stop me, but then she just sighed again and fell back against me, accepting the kneading of my hands. Emboldened, I slid my hands around her hips - being careful not touch her pussy just yet - and slid them up and down her belly, pulling her back against my painfully imprisoned cock. She didn't resist so I took it a step further and, on my next trip up, cupped both her tits. I squeezed them gently and then pinched and twisted her nipples, thinking that if she was going to put an end to this, this was the moment.

"Oh," she breathed. Her hands came up and I expected her to pull mine away. Instead, she pressed them against herself tighter and turned her head, "Suppose we were dating?"

I didn't even think about it. My hands pushed the tank top down around her waist, revealing her rack in all its glory. God they were magnificent! Large areolas and the sudden exposure to the air made her eraser sized nipples even harder. Her full lips were just begging to be kissed so I did, my left hand returning to her breast, my right finding moisture between her legs. Oh my! She returned my kiss, an arm circling my neck while I felt her other hand slip between us to squeeze my enraged member through my jeans. There was a case of something on the floor and she put a foot up on it to give me better access. What the hell, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her tights, searching for her engorged clit.

When I found it, she hissed through our kiss. Her hand left my cock and guided my fingers back and forth over the hard nub and her sopping cunt lips. Of my own volition, my middle finger slipped inside of her. She sighed and the hand returned to the front of my jeans. I thought, well fuck this, and used my tit hand to lower my fly and give my member the freedom it so desperately needed. Her hand firmly closed around the girth and stroked it a few times before she broke the kiss.

"I think we just went way past dating. What happens if we're married to each other?"

"Kick off a shoe," I said.

"What?"

"Kick off a shoe," I repeated as I slid her tights down her legs. No underwear here either. I was beginning to wonder if she owned any. "You're shorter than I am. I'm going to need you to put one foot on that case and swing your leg up on this stack if I'm going to fuck you properly."

"Fuck me," she said, incredulous even though I noticed that she kicked off a shoe as I asked and pulled her foot from that tight leg to assume the position I'd described. "People are going to start showing up in - shit, fifteen minutes. We don't have time."

I checked my watch; yep seven-fifteen. She was in position and I was crouched behind her. I spread her ass cheeks and buried my tongue in her untrimmed fuck hole - her husband must like a hairy bush, I guessed. She moaned quietly as I tongue fucked her, savoring her flavor - there's a musk that only a hairy snatch can provide. Standing and aiming I said, "We have time," and slid on in. She did have a point, after all.

She moaned quietly as I parted her swollen cunt lips. Her fingers curled around the wire racks of the shelving unit and she pushed back against my thrust. She looked back over her shoulder at me with naked lust in her eyes, "Then for God's sake fuck me. But be quick so we don't get caught!"

I began thrusting against the cushion of her ass, even as I grabbed two hands full of her hair, and said, "Oh, I'll be done in time, don't worry. Do whatever you need to make sure you are."

She started rotating her hips in time to my thrusts and I felt her fingers down there, feverishly working on her clit while I pulled on her hair to arch her back. I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of Heidi's cunt under her perfectly heart shaped ass and nearly lost it right there. She had a cute little tempting rosebud there too, but that would have to wait for another time. Her moans were getting a little loud so I released her hair and leaned over her to mash her tits. She buried her mouth into one of her forearms to muffle them. Every so often she'd turn her head and moan, "Oh yes, fuck my pussy," or, "That's it, right there, don't stop," or, "C'mon, fuck me like you mean it! Harder, harder!" And I did my best to oblige. I could tell that she was close because her breathing was becoming ragged and her body would jerk every so often like she was right on the edge. She just needed a little something to push her over so I spit on my thumb and shoved it in her ass.

That caught her by surprise. Her body clenched, her eyes popped open and her jaw dropped. Then I felt her pussy pulsating around my pole and she buried her mouth into her forearm again, unable to do anything but try to stifle the moans. Of course, that was all I could take and I buried myself deep in her cunt, enjoying the sensations of her pussy milking me dry. I grunted a few more thrusts, trying to go even deeper, but eventually I was drained and started to deflate. I looked at my watch and - Oh shit! Seven thirty-two!

I pulled out without a word and zipped up. She looked back at me and I showed her my watch. Her eyes grew wide and she climbed off her perch, pulling up her tank top, whispering urgently, "Go to the hand sink and bring me some paper towels!"

By the time I got back - thankfully seeing no one in the kitchen yet - she had her tights back on her legs, but not pulled all the way up yet, a hand cupped under her pussy to catch any drips. I handed her the toweling and she wiped herself.

Just then we heard a voice call out, "Hey Heidi, geez the delivery guy is here late."

Heidi's eyes went huge and she pulled her tights up over the wad of paper towels. She was tying her shoe when her assistant poked her head around the door. Like it was nothing she said, "Yeah, Doug was giving me a hand getting a couple of cases up on the top shelf."

"But now that you're here," I said, "I'll just bring in the rest of the stuff."

If the assistant noticed that there were only two cases on the top shelf or the aroma of fresh sex in the air, she didn't say anything. Remember the plain - Jane - ain't - never - gonna - get - married - ‘cause - nobody's - gonna - look - at - ‘em - twice types? She was one of those so she might not have known what it smelled like; just saying.

When I'd finished, Heidi handed me my folded paperwork with a smile, "Here ya go Doug, see ya next month."

I smiled back and went back to my truck. In the cab, I unfolded the bill to file it in my clipboard and found she'd put one of those little sticky notes on the first page. She'd written, "That was fun. If you're here by 6:30 next month, we'll have more time for more fun. I know it's all I'll be able to think about. Call me at this number (not going to write it here to maintain privacy) if it's not going to be you. Burn this. Heidi."

I used my lighter and did as she suggested after I'd programmed the number into my phone. I waited until the last moment before I let the last corner of her note flutter out my window and set off to finish my run. Of course, I enjoyed the rest of my run more than usual that day.

* * *

What followed was the longest month in the history of my life. The first part wasn't so bad, because the memory was fresh, but as the month dragged on and approached the middle of the time, anticipation began to replace the memory and I found myself getting hard anytime Heidi's face crossed my mind. One night I got home and my wife was at the sink washing vegetables for dinner. I walked up behind her, bent her over, yanked down her shorts and fucked her right there. She asked me what had gotten into me and I lied saying that she just looked so hot standing there that I couldn't resist. Not a total lie because she did look hot, but the truth was that I had a raging hard-on thinking about seeing Heidi the next week.

In fact that was my normal state in the days preceding the trip. I was careful only to bang my wife as usual because I'd read somewhere that sudden more than normal sex could be a sign of infidelity. Truthfully, that part bothered me some. I'd never cheated on my wife before and didn't like the fact that I was doing it now. That didn't stop me from calling Heidi the day before the trip, of course.

I called at about three in the afternoon, thinking she'd be wrapping it up for the day and would be able to talk a little bit. "I'm going to try to be there tomorrow around six o'clock," I said when she answered, "if that will work for you."

"I'll be waiting," she said brightly. Then in a more conspiratorial tone she said, "Thank God. I thought you were calling to say you weren't coming. Which then would mean that I wouldn't be."

"No, just a heads up," I said, emphasizing the word "heads". "I just want to make sure we'll have time to get everything done. I've got a pretty decent load coming your way."

"I'll make sure there's room so I can help you unload it."

"Always happy for help," I said and we hung up.

Knowing that my trailer would be preloaded carried a couple of benefits. First was that I could get right on the road, headed for Heidi's pussy. Second was that, because of the usual appointment time for Heidi's delivery, I typically left the yard well before anyone else showed up. And that meant that as long as I was on the road before my scheduled start time, and I didn't record my start time as anything different, nobody would be any the wiser about how early I left. That left only my wife and it appalled me that the lie about wanting to see if getting ahead of the traffic would make the day go any easier rolled so easily off my tongue. It was at that moment that I decided that this time with Heidi would be the last time - notice I didn't say that this time wasn't going to happen. I'm sorry to say that I'm just not that noble. I was going to do everything I could to make this last time worth the risk in case I ever got caught.

* * *

The last ten miles of the trip I was just about bursting out of my jeans. It was painful to the point that I considered trying to get my fly down just to get some relief but the seatbelt and the steering wheel made that damn near impossible so I gripped the wheel harder and suffered.

It was all I could do to back the trailer up to her dock. I'd sort of expected her to be waiting for me at the door and I frowned slightly when she wasn't. Then I noticed that there were no lights burning behind the windows and, come to think of it, I didn't remember seeing her car on my way in. That made my frown even deeper. Was there a problem? Maybe the lie to her spouse didn't roll off her tongue as easily as it had mine.

I climbed down from the cab and walked around the truck to the door, my erection dwindling with every step. Maybe it's just as well, I thought as my hand fell on the lever, expecting it to be locked. It wasn't and my cock sprang back to life as the door opened onto darkness. I closed the door behind me and stood there in the silence, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom. Not total darkness I soon realized; there was a glow coming from around the corner ahead. At last I spoke, "Heidi?"

"Is that last month's savior of the realm I hear," came her disembodied voice clothed in an okay British accent. "If so, you may approach."

I may appro - what the? "Um," I began uncertainly. But, what the hell, if she wanted to do bad British so could I, "Yeah - I mean yes, ‘tis I, your humble servant mi'lady."

At that moment I turned the corner to the storeroom where the only light in the kitchen was coming from and froze in my tracks. Heidi's other delivery had come the previous day again but this time it was on the wall that it was supposed to be. She had taken the time to fashion the load into a throne of sorts that she was sitting on, her back against a fifty pound sack of flour. On her head was a cheap plastic crown like a little girl would wear on Halloween, in her right hand was an oversized wire-whisk that she would use to stir huge vats of soups, at the ends of her crossed legs her feet were covered by her customary sneakers. In between she wore not another stitch. She met my eyes and said, "Your Majesty will do."

Ah, queen of the kitchen, of course. "My queen," I said getting into the spirit of the role, "when I saw no candle in the window, nor evidence of your carriage, I feared that you must have been detained by the king."

She made a dismissive gesture with the hand not holding the -- scepter? "His Majesty sleeps as the dead. Even now he slumbers, not knowing that I have departed. ‘Tis just as well, Lancelot, for I fear that were he aware of our liaison, both our lives would be forfeit."

Lancelot? That would, of course, make her Gwynevere. Interesting.

"What Arthur doesn't know won't hurt him, Gwyn."

She smiled that I had caught the reference and her eyes dropped to my crotch, "Have you come prepared for battle?"

"'Tis merely my sword, my queen, as any good knight should carry."

She licked her lips, "Unsheathe your weapon, that I may examine it for sturdiness and suitability for defending the realm."

I dropped my fly and pulled my cock out for her to see. I didn't have to worry about shorts having followed her lead and gone commando.

Her eyes widened at the sight, "It certainly appears formidable, and a bit enraged."

She was referring to the purple hue of my head from being confined and wanting release. "My queen confuses anger with ardor. It's been anticipating this encounter for nigh on a fortnight."

"Bring it closer," she beckoned. When I was within reach, she closed a hand around my shaft and began to stroke it. "Merely a fortnight? Should I be offended? Am I so common that I warrant only a fortnight?"

I had closed my eyes and kept them closed as I answered, "Not at all, Gwyn. During the first of the month since our last - intercourse - I had a crystal memory to keep my desire at bay. But as the ides of the month passed and the days to our next rendezvous slowly became fewer in number than those since our previous meeting, well, this has been a nearly constant state for me."

"Perhaps there may be a way for me to cool its zeal." My eyes popped open when I felt warm moistness surround my cock head. I was just in time to see her lips slide down my shaft, her nose disappearing into my fly. I quickly undid my belt and top button, letting my pants slide down my legs. I pulled my shirt over my head so I would have an unobstructed view of her sucking my cock. God, it felt so good! She'd uncrossed her legs and I could see her playing with her clit. As good as the blowjob felt, I had missed the opportunity last time to pay proper attention to her body. I reluctantly pulled her face off my cock and pushed her back against the flour sack.

She looked confused at first, until I dropped to my knees and leaned in for a passionate kiss to start things off. From there, I headed south. I'd been dying to suck her tits from the day I'd met her and I spent a good deal of time on each one, making her moan by the time I got each of her nipples hard and their own shade of purple. While I'd been working on those, my hand was busy on her clit and in her cunt, wanting to make sure that it was ready for my cock. I needn't have worried and I brought my drenched fingers to my mouth to taste her. Of course, that little sample wasn't near enough and she watched me through glazed eyes as I rolled her legs back and lowered my head to trap her swollen clit between my lips, noting that she had trimmed her bush since our last meeting. Her fur was trimmed into a neat triangle - I wondered briefly how she had explained the trim to her husband - and her pussy lips were absolutely bare. I don't mind working around hair but she'd made an effort and I appreciated it so I sucked hard on her clit to let her know I noticed and she gasped. I inserted two fingers and her head fell back, surrendering herself to my assault. Before long, her hips were rocking in time to my finger fucking, a hand was pulling on a nipple in time to my clit sucking and the other hand had three fingers being sucked by her mouth. Soon she was moaning, "Oh yes, that's it, right there, don't stop, don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tst - AAAHHHhhhhh," and she came on my tongue.

As she convulsed in the throes of climax, I rose to my knees and plunged my cock into her velvet chamber.

"May I sheathe my sword, my queen," I asked a bit belatedly.

"You may," She breathed, but then she put a hand against my belly, not pushing me back, but getting my attention. Her eyes were clear when I looked into them and she dropped the English accent, "Do you know why I chose Gwynevere and Lancelot?"

"An affair that ended badly, of course," I said. "Gwynevere lived the rest of her days in a convent and Lancelot was banished, becoming a crazy preacher, I think." I began to make slow, small movements inside of her.

"Exactly," she sighed. "According to the story I've heard, they only had one liaison before they were caught, whereupon they were tried, convicted and sentenced. The other knights wanted them both executed but Arthur couldn't bring himself to do it. I don't believe they only did it once though. I think they had an ongoing thing and there's no way to keep that secret."

Her hand had dropped from my belly and was moving her clit in time to my gentle strokes. "I don't want to end up fired and in divorce court, which I will if we keep doing this. What I'm trying to say is, after today, this cannot happen again."

"I took a different route," I said, "but came to the same conclusion. Of course, what that means is that we had better make this memorable."

She smiled, "My thinking exactly."

I began stroking harder. Not deeper - yet - or faster - again, yet - but harder.

I said, "So, if we're going to make this a fuck neither of us is going to forget, we can't worry about stepping outside our normal boundaries. If there's anything you've ever wanted to do with a guy but never have, I'm your man."

She closed her eyes, "I'm going to hold you to that. I've spent the last week making preparations. But for now just keep doing what you're doing."

Preparations, huh? That sounded interesting. I remembered my thumb slipping into her anus the last time. But that could wait. She was beginning to breathe hard so I upped the pace. I didn't go any deeper; the head of my prick just rubbed where I thought her g-spot was faster. As I mentioned, the goal was to make this a fuck neither one of us would ever forget and I figured that making her cum as many times as possible would be a good start. She already had one under her belt after all. My hands were at the backs of her knees, pushing them up and out. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her head moving back and forth as if she were saying "no", but her moans said "yes". Her breathing quickened, her nails dug into my forearms and when I felt her cunt grip my cock, I plunged in balls-deep and took to pounding her for all I was worth. I leaned forward to suck her tits again as her juice covered my pole.

I kept pumping as her body writhed beneath me in a vain attempt to escape, her hands tangled in my hair pulling me harder onto her swollen nipple. Finally her body relaxed and she used a hand against my belly to give me a gentle push, letting me know that she wanted me to pull out. When I did, she slid down off her "throne" and knelt in front of me, attacking my cock with her mouth, cleaning her nectar off my pole.

When she was satisfied, she slowly stood and turned her back to me, one foot on the floor while the other knee slung up onto the armrest of her seat.

"I know what you want," she said over her shoulder, using a hand to bunch her hair and offer it to me.

I smiled to myself as I reentered her chamber and grabbed two handfuls of her curly locks. Yeah my cock was clean but her cunt was still juicy so I was able to pick up at the same pace where I'd left off, pulling back gently on her hair like I was guiding a thoroughbred around a track. The arch that it gave her back leading into that inverted heart of her ass was so hot it nearly made me cum right there. As it was, I was getting close which was just as well since a quick glance at the clock said it was just after seven and I really didn't want us getting caught by Mildred or Agnes or whatever the fuck her name was.

As if reading my mind - maybe I slowed my thrusts momentarily - Heidi said, "I told Stacy that I wouldn't need her until eight this morning so please, fuck me like you mean it."

Insubordinate little wench, I thought, grabbing all of her hair with one hand, sucking on the middle finger of my free hand to get it nice and wet, try this! and I buried it to the second knuckle in her tight little asshole.

I'd expected a yelp or a gasp or something. Instead, she pushed back onto my finger and flashed a beaming smile over her shoulder at me, "I was hoping you'd do that. Do me a favor and put another one in there. Open me up!"

"Well, I hate to be predictable," I said, feigning disappointment when her words actually confirmed what I'd been hoping she'd meant by "making preparations", "but if you insist, I guess I'll have to oblige mi'lady." And in went my index finger. Admittedly, my pace of fucking slowed down as I moved my fingers around inside her - I had to guess - virgin anus. She made up for my reduced speed by pushing back onto my cock and fingers. I slid them in and out, opening them like a pair of scissors and rotating them, trying to relax her sphincter. When I was able to move them easily, in went another digit. That made her gasp and she stopped moving against me; instead accepting the thrusts of both my cock and my hand, panting through slightly parted lips.

"I see that got your attention," I said almost cruelly. "Let's see if this will make you concentrate even harder," and in one stroke, my cock left her cunt to replace my fingers in her ass.

That's not to say I plunged right in. My first thrust was only head deep and then out again. My next was a little deeper and so on until I judged that I was in about as far as my fingers had gone. Not wanting to hurt her, I paused at that point and said, "You okay?"

Heidi was still panting but managed to say, "Oh God yes! But thanks for stopping; just give me a sec."

I held still as she took over, pushing back onto me a little at a time, a little deeper with each push. I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything else but my need to cum. God she was tight! Finally, I felt something against my balls and I looked down to see that she had buried me in her ass to the hilt. What I'd felt against my balls was, of course, her pussy lips. Even though I was balls deep into her, I remained still, letting her get used to having her rosebud stretched open.

Of course, this was all guesswork on my part, hers being the first asshole I'd ever penetrated. What can I say; my wife isn't that adventurous. I'll tell you what though, feeling Heidi's butt hole squeezing the life out of my cock made it a certainty that ass play was going to be added to my repertoire with my wife. If she asked why I was suddenly so interested in her bung I'd just pass it off as, you know, something different. What, you don't like it? Have you ever done it? Neither have I but, what the hell, it could be fun. If you really hate it, I'll never try it again. C'mon, whaddya say; take this laxative.

Suddenly I felt Heidi's sphincter relax and she sighed happily. I felt her fingers on my balls and then they - presumably - moved to her clit while I started moving back and forth inside her. Her ass had an entirely different feel from her cunt, I can tell you that. Even though my cock was covered with pussy juice, there was quite a bit more friction and, consequently, heat. I could feel my load coming to a head and wondered how it was affecting her. "I would love to do this all morning babe, but buttfucking you has me right at the edge. I don't know how long I'll last."

"You don't need to last very long cause I'm close too," she moaned. Her eyes were closed and I could feel her fingers rapidly working her clit, "Just a little longer. I'm sooooo clo - AAAHHhhhhhhhhh!"

If her cunt had clamped down on me, it was nothing compared to her ass. I thrust in as far as I could go and grunted in time to my spasms as I filled her bowels with cum. My motions lost all rhythm, my body spasmodically pumping with each spurt. We pushed against each other until I was finally drained and her climax had run its course.

Then we both jumped as if we'd been shot when we heard clapping coming from the doorway. Heidi pulled off me and we spun to the opening in terror.

Stacy was standing there. How long she'd been there I had no idea but she was naked to the waist and her pants were unzipped. Her tits were smaller than Heidi's to be sure but her body was tight as far as I could tell. Clearly I had categorized her incorrectly into the plain - Jane - ain't - never - gonna - married - etc. type. Maybe it was the hair and lack of makeup, but she'd just jumped up to the ordinarily - attractive - might - be - fun - in - the - sack category. I didn't know for sure, but from the flush on her skin, she'd obviously been enjoying the show. If she had cum, and I could only think she had, she had done it quietly.

"Stacy," Heidi began.

Stacy held up a hand to quiet her, "I know you told me that I didn't need to come in until eight, but I couldn't just let you have to put away all this freight by yourself. Now I'm glad I didn't." She looked me up and down. Sort of like a biologist would look at a new species of dragonfly. She'd seen everything I had to offer so I didn't even bother trying to cover up though Heidi strategically placed her hands. "Your job here is done. Why don't you bring in the rest of our freight while Heidi and I have a chat."

Heidi and I exchanged glances and she shrugged. I put on my shirt, pulled up my pants, which had remained pooled around my ankles, and left them to talk.

After I'd finished, I found Heidi dressed in her office, elbow on the desk, her chin in the palm of her hand. She looked up when I entered the room.

"So," I asked nervously.

She sighed, "She's not going to say anything with conditions."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God! But what conditions? If she wants me to fuck her, I will I guess. Naked she's not half bad looking."

I stopped when she waved me off. "One of the conditions is that you and I never fuck again."

This was getting better and better, "We'd already agreed to that. What else?" She buried her face in her hands and said something that I didn't hear. I said, "What?"

She lowered her hands and looked at me with stricken eyes, "I said that from now on it's her and me."

"What?!"

"She said that if I could take a cock up my ass, I could put my tongue up her pussy. Otherwise the principal of the school and my husband find out."

"How," I said. "It's our word against hers."

"Hers and her smartphone's," she said. "Evidently she got some quality video. As a thank you for the opportunity, you don't have to worry about your wife finding out. She did say that if you get here early next month, you can have your own show. Oh, God."

I put my hand on her shoulder and said simply, "I'm sorry Heidi, this wasn't supposed to happen," took my signed paperwork and left.

I never did fuck Heidi again after that, but I did watch her and Stacy go at it a couple of times. For all the world, Heidi seemed to be enjoying it but I did notice that her eyes were locked on my cock as I jacked myself off watching them and at the critical moment, Stacy broke away to take my load in her mouth. I think mostly to keep me from making a mess on the floor ‘cause I really don't think she was into guys.

True to her word, Stacy never informed my wife about my indiscretion and while I felt guilt for having cheated on her, it never tortured me to the point that I felt the need to tell her. If she's in the grave ten years before she ever finds out that will be just fine.

As a bonus, now when I'm fucking my wife from behind, a wad of her hair in each hand and Heidi crosses my mind, that mental video is no longer just a fantasy; it's a memory.

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