Memories made with my sweet Andrea – 4

That moment came a lot sooner than I could have possibly hoped for.

I had in fact mentioned to Andrea a week earlier that my wife was going out of town for a few days to visit with her sister. It meant I’d be home alone Friday, Saturday as well as Sunday night.

 And I knew why my wife was going too. She wanted and needed the time to bounce things off her sister, our time together as husband and wife was drawing to an end, and we both knew it. I fully expected when she came back from her trip to tell me she wanted a divorce, and though she didn’t…it was only a month later when that finally did happen. But I’d been expecting, and even prepared for it long before then.

Unfortunately though, weekends weren’t conducive for Andrea and I. She had a life with her husband on the weekends, estranged as their relationship was too. I thus settled back figuring to get a bit more rest and relaxation in, and prepare myself for my soon to be ex-wife’s return after her visit.

And then Thursday night, all those plans changed…dramatically.

Once again Andrea came into work, stopping by my office, slipping me another note. It had been a while since she had, and I found myself quite excited in seeing her bring me one. After she left, I made a pretense of needing to make a phone call, got up and closed my door before opening her note.

“Guess what? John’s going out of town on business…tomorrow morning!” She’d written. “Which means…” She’d lettered her signature, “HFNG”

I kind of figured out what she meant by that, and a short time later scribbled out a note in response to that, taking it to her shortly before close of business while everyone was very busy getting ready to leave for the day.

I walked down to the file room, handing her a manila file folder with nothing more than several blank sheets of paper in it, her note sandwiched now somewhere in the middle. That had become an additional precaution we’d been taking when passing dirty, naughty notes back and forth between one another.

I had simply written, “You place or mine?”

**

We easily decided on going to my place Friday night after work for several good reasons. One, she was worried that with her husband going out of town, that one of her kids, or even grand kids might just “drop by” in order to check up on her.

 So her place was definitely out. And though I didn’t have the same concerns going to my place, it would take some clandestine effort on both of our parts getting her in there. I didn’t want my neighbors accidentally seeing me bring anyone home for one thing, and having that get back to my wife. 

Andrea had already shot down the idea of getting a motel or hotel room. Her nervousness at being seen or spotted just too much, especially with the notoriety it might bring as far as her husband’s pending appointment went. And she wasn’t about to risk the backlash from that in any way shape or form. It was risky enough between us as it was anyway, so the only option then was coming to my place.

We agreed to meet after it got dark. I picked her up from a local grocery store parking lot nearby my house, though even then it wasn’t one I frequented too often. She hurriedly climbed into the backseat of my car as we’d already discussed, and then I drove home from there with her safely hidden out of sight in the back seat.

“How long before we’re there?” She asked.

“About two minutes is all,” I replied back, already turning into the subdivision I lived in. “Almost there in fact.”

I pulled into the driveway, hit the garage door opener, and then pulled inside, closing it afterwards, remaining there until it had fully closed behind us. “Ok, we’re safe now,” I said breathing a little easier now myself. Andrea sat up…I laughed, I couldn’t help it. Somehow, some way, between the grocery store and home, she had gotten undressed, now grinning at me like a naked cat who’d just eaten the canary.

“Well? You ready to fuck me senseless or what?”

**

I had already prepared the bedroom ahead of time. I’d even gone out and purchased a fresh set of sheets. I figured I owed her that much at least. I had also gathered up as many candles as I had on hand, lighting those just before I left to pick her up. Thus with the soft music playing on the stereo, the subdued light, the clean fresh linen on the bed, our first coupling ever was well received when she walked into the room right behind me.

“Only one favor to ask,” she said, crossing over to lay down on the bed.

“Name it.”

“Fuck me any way you’d like, as often as you’d like…however you’d like…just not missionary.”

“Deal,” I said and then took off my own clothes.

**

One of the few things in the bedroom that I actually had, once upon a time enjoyed…was the floor length dressing mirror on the wall facing the bed. If you positioned just right, you could see just about anything from any angle. Andrea even noticed it first before I pointed it out to her.

“Never watched myself actually fuck before,” she said placing herself this way and that, finally kneeling there on all fours as I got behind her. I liked the idea, as she did…watching her tits swing and sway as we actually fucked for the very first time, though I took an inordinate amount of time teasing her first, before actually slipping it to her.

I even ate her first, kneeling behind as she giggled and humped back against me, enjoying the view of my doing that to her.

“Enough already, fuck me!” She demanded. “I need your cock inside my cunt now! You can eat me later, for dessert!” She laughed.

The time had indeed come as I knelt behind her once more, still taking a moment to rub my cock up and down that slick, slippery furrow, and then slowly positioned the head of my dick just at her opening…and slid in. She felt like butter as her cunt consumed me, the entire length of my shaft now buried deeply inside as she moaned deeply, and yet softly. “Oh god, Brian…yes, yes…fuck me, fuck my cunt please! I have wanted to feel this for so long!” She added.