One afternoon, early in the lockdowns, I headed outside to get a little fresh air. I would often sneak outside and smoke one of my husband mini cigars when he wasn't around. It helped alleviate some stress, and I didn't think he would care.
As I was smoking, I heard a voice and looked over to see my neighbor Mark, standing outside in front of his house, drinking some water. Mark had just moved in a few months prior to the lockdown beginning. He bought the house next door to us and was fixing it up, while also working from home. He did business work, so it was convenient for him to work from home. He was a very friendly guy, in his mid-to-late 40s, with a very nice build and very dark skin. He often went out of his way to chat with me, and from time to time, I sensed some playful flirting coming from him. I never thought much of it because I didn't think I was a very attractive woman, since I had put on some weight after having my son. My husband told me I was crazy, and that there was plenty of guys who would want to fuck me, but I never felt that way.
As I puffed away on the cigar, Mark walked over to asked how I was doing. We chatted and he told me that this cigar was a terrible idea, especially now during the lockdown. I agreed and told him that I was just smoking to deal with some stress from all the homeschooling that I was doing. As we discussed it, he mentioned that the best way to deal with the stress would be to exercise. He said he would often take breaks from his work and go down into his basement where he had a gym area set up. He would work out for a little while and feel better afterwards. I told him he was one of the lucky ones, because all the gyms in our area were closed, along with everything else, and the most exercise I could possibly get, would be taking a walk around blocks with my son.
We talked about it for a while and eventually, he invited me to come over and work out in his basement whenever I wanted. I politely declined at first, because I didn't want to inconvenience him, but he quickly told me that it was no big deal. He said that he could work from anywhere in the house with his laptop, so being in the basement was no big issue. He also offered to help me out with it and train me a bit if I wanted to. I was intrigued, because just like everyone else, aside from homeschooling, I was often sitting around, stuffing my face, and I'm sure it wasn't helping my weight situation. We chatted about it, before I finally agreed to do it. We ended up setting a schedule, and I would go over three times a week to work out with him in the afternoons when I was done with my homeschooling. I would leave my son next-door with my mother, and then go over to Marks basement and exercise.
I was a nervous wreck, as I headed over for my first session, but Mark, reassured me that everything would go smooth as long as I tried. He gave me a tour of his basement before we began working out. It felt great and I enjoyed working up a good sweat.
After a month of this, I noticed that I had dropped a couple of pounds and that made me feel even better. We continue doing our workouts and as we did, I often noticed that Mark was very friendly and polite, and continued to complement and flirt with me. He noticed me working out and trying my best, and even noticed that I was losing some weight. The compliments that he was giving me, started to sink in and I felt better and better about myself with each passing day. Not only were the compliments making me feel good, but I noticed myself fitting into some clothing that I couldn't fit into before. Unfortunately, my husband was always busy with work, and never really noticed the effort that I was making.
As the weeks went by, Mark and I got very comfortable with one another, and I noticed his flirting getting bolder and bolder. He would make playful comments about how sexy I was and stuff like that, and normally I would brush those comments aside, but after putting in the effort working out, and liking what I was seeing in the mirror, I began to enjoy his comments and complements as well as his flirting. I even found myself beginning to flirt back, and figured it was just some innocent flirting and nothing more. We did this quite often, and both seemed to be enjoying ourselves as we worked out.
After the third month of working out, summer had set in, and it was warm in the basement, and we had just finished a pretty good workout session. I was sweating like crazy as I stood in front of a mirror checking myself out. I really liked how I looked, as I was wearing a tank top and a short pair of yoga shorts. My tits were looking firmer and bigger as opposed to sagging and my ass, was looking rounder than it used to.
As I stood in front of the mirror, Mark walked over with a towel and handed it to me so I could wipe myself off. As I did, he complimented me and told me how sexy I looked standing there in my workout clothes, sweating. I thanked him for the compliment and without saying anything, he leaned in and began kissing me out of nowhere.
I was completely shocked and surprised, while being caught off guard as well. I mean, we had flirted with each other quite often, and I'm pretty sure that he had purposely copped a few feels when we worked out and his hands were on my body guiding me, but for him to start kissing me, was a complete shock.
After kissing me for a bit, he broke the kiss and we just stood and stared at each other without saying anything. He waited for a second or two and when I didn't say anything, he began kissing me again. I wasn't sure how to react, because on the one hand I was married, but on the other hand Mark was a great looking guy, and really had me feeling great about myself again. Things at home had gotten slow in the lovemaking department, and all the attention I was getting from Mark was getting to me.
As Mark kissed me, he slowly began to work his tongue into my mouth. Shockingly, I began to respond, by allowing him to do so and found myself kissing him back. It was all so crazy, but I couldn't stop myself. His lips felt great against mine, and it had been a very long time since I had a tongue in my mouth to intertwine with mine. He was so sensual with his kissing, and it was turning me on.
As I began kissing him back, he began to run his hands up and down my sweaty body. He paid special attention to my ass, rubbing it and squeezing it through my shorts, before running his hands up to my tank top and squeezing my tits through it as well. I was getting more attention from Mark in these few minutes, then I had from my husband all year.
After doing this for a bit, Mark began to pull my clothing and I allowed him to take it off. He took his time undressing me, until I was completely naked and then proceeded to work his lips around my eager nipples, licking and sucking on them, while squeezing each of my tits and rubbing them in his face. He did this for a bit before undressing himself as well, and that's when his hard cock sprang free. It was very impressive looking and bigger than any cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least 7or 8 inches long and fairly thick. My husband's cock was nowhere near the size of Marks.
As I admired his cock I began to feel and excitement growing inside of me, which I hadn't felt in a very long time. We continued to kiss and as he played with my ass and tits, I reached down and began to stroke his now hardening cock. We did this for a few minutes before he led me to the back of the basement, into the bathroom where he proceeded to turn the water on for the shower.
Once the water was at the right temperature, we both got in and it was a very roomy, standup shower. You could probably fit seven or eight people in it if you wanted to.
We continued to kiss each other, as the water ran down over our sweaty bodies. After a little while of this, Mark grabbed the soap and began to slowly and sensually wash my body. He took his time, scrubbing me inch by inch, and it gave me such an erotic feeling. He made sure to spend plenty of time washing my tits, pussy, and ass and it turned me on so much.
After washing me, I took the soap and began to do the same thing to him, making sure to pay special attention to his big cock. I scrubbed it down and couldn't believe how big it was as I held it in my hands.
Once we were both nice and clean, we began to kiss each other again and Mark began to run his lips all around my body. He kissed and sucked my nipples some more, before spinning me around and kissing my back. I leaned against the shower wall as he left a trail of kisses down my back, all the way to my ass, where he proceeded to kiss, suck and gently nibble on my ass cheeks. He then spread my legs a bit wider, and I soon felt his lips and tongue working my pussy. It was a feeling that I hadn't experienced in well over a year as my husband never ate me out anymore.
Mark took his time, working his tongue all around my pussy, working my clit and driving me wild. It didn't take long for me to feel a rare energy rushing through my body as I began to shake. My knees got weak, and I began to cum all over his tongue and mouth. He continued to work my clit as I came, and waves of ecstasy rushed through my body.
As I can down off my high, Mark got back up and positioned himself behind me as I leaned a bit more forward and parted my legs wider. I soon felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my opening and couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. Nothing else mattered at the moment. I just wanted his big cock inside of me and wanted to be fucked.
Slowly, Mark pushed forward and penetrated me, burying about 4 or 5 inches of his cock inside of my eager pussy. I let out a soft moan as I gripped the shower wall as Mark pushed himself deeper and deeper into me. I could feel his cock stretching my pussy and as painful as it was, it also felt amazing to have a cock that big inside of me.
He took his time, allowing me to adjust to the size of his cock before slowly starting to thrust. He kept one hand on my hips, while his other hand reached around and squeezed my tits. Slowly, he began to fuck me, as we both enjoyed the feel of what was happening. With each thrust, he pushed a little deeper and I would moan louder and louder. Thankfully, we were in his basement, and nobody could hear us.
After a bit, he began to pick up his pace and fuck me long and hard, as I gripped the wall and bit my lip. His cock felt so good as it slid in and out of me, stretching my pussy. I began to moan for him to fuck me harder and he did just that, thrusting in and out of me with all that he had, while slapping my ass cheeks and gripping my tits tightly.
He continued to fuck me as hard as he could for several minutes, before letting out a loud grunt and exploding deep inside of me. He flooded my pussy with his hot seed and continued to thrust until he had shot off all of his load. He then pulled his cock out of me and the two of us held each other under the shower water as we tried to catch our breaths.
We eventually finished up in the shower and once we were out, he dried my entire body from head to toe. After drying me, he handed me a fresh towel and I wrapped myself in it. We finished cleaning up and I went over and grabbed my sweaty workout clothes that were in a pile on the floor. I was about to redress myself when he suggested I just take the towel instead of putting my sweaty clothing back on. I agreed, and after a little more kissing, I was on my way out the side door. Thankfully my side door was just across the yard, so nobody saw me.
I headed into my house where I redressed and replayed everything that had just occurred. As wrong as it was, it was such an incredible feeling to be fucked by a guy with not only a big cock, but heck of a sexual drive.
Since then, we have worked out quite often and then showered afterwards on every occasion. It's been some of the best sex that I have experienced in my life and certainly helped get through the lockdown...
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