Treat it like your own home

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Treat it like your own homeWhile my sexual awakening began early on, I was in grad school before I had another mans wife. New to the city of where I’d be attending grad school, with no job yet, I was looking for an affordable place to rent. One option was a small guest house attached to a sizable home in an upscale neighborhood with all amenities included. The rent was a few hundred dollars higher than what I had saved for but the privacy, security and perks of the place (a private pool and bbq pit between me and the main house) were too tempting to not at least go and ask about. When I arrived I met the owner of the home and possibly my future landlord. He was in his early 60s, clean cut and had done well for himself in the business world. As he gave me a tour of the grounds and the guest house available to rent, he interviewed me. What were my ambitions? Goals? He wanted to be particular on the person who would have access to his gated property. This was understandable, but the more we talked the more he seemed impressed. Then came the numbers talk with all the terms and conditions. While he had a maid who kept up with the daily cleaning and cooking at his house (although he had a stay at home wife) and gardeners who took care of the exterior, he expected me to treat the guest house like I would my own home. I assured him of my work ethic and attention to detail for being orderly. However, I thought I might try to use this as negotiating power too. I pointed out a few things about the guest home that were a bit dated. If I decided to bring them up to todays standards that complimented the rest of the property could he deduct such improvements from rent? “Yes, absolutely,” he said, “there’s reward for us both when you treat this like your own home.”When we walked out by the pool a woman with auburn hair, and a tiny pale frame with freckles was laying out by the pool. She was in early 40s soaking up some sun in light blue bikini. I tried not to stare while quickly inquiring about who takes care of the pool. He told me he has been without adapazarı escort a good pool service for over a year. I told him my history of maintaining my own pool growing up and asked if he would like me to take care of that for a prorated amount. He smiled and told me that if I offered to do much then I wouldn’t be paying anything in rent. “Let me know what I can do to bring it to that price point,” I replied with a laugh. Somewhere in that moment he must have caught me taking another glance at the woman sunbathing. “Would you like to meet my wife or just keep looking at her?”, he asked. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…” “Don’t worry, your a young man. I wouldn’t have left my first wife for her if I didn’t think the same thing,” he chuckled. “Come on let me introduce you. If your going to be cleaning the pool too, you’ll be sure to see her some.”She sat up in her lounge chair and pushed up her sunglasses to shake my hand at our introductions. Her husband told her that I was their new neighbor, along with all the things that must have impressed him and the things I’d be taking care of. We continued talking and she was very personable as her husband took a phone call. Before I knew we were saying goodbye and I was announcing a move in date. As her husband walked with me back to my truck, he told me that I would probably see as much of his wife as I saw of him due to his career. “But as I was saying,” he went on with a wink, “just keep an eye on things and treat it like your own home.”————————————————(1 month later in early August)I was settling into the new guest house and woke up early one weekday morning to do a little pool maintenance before it got too hot. One hour quickly became two hours of work as I discovered some things that had been neglected. I stripped down to just my shorts to accommodate for the rising heat. As I was close to finishing up, Susie walked out (the auburn headed wife I had slowly started getting to know). This time she in a yellow bikini with flowers on it. As I put new chlorine in the skimmers, she liberally escort adapazarı applied sunscreen to her body as we bantered back in forth with small talk. She told me of how she has to put a lot on because her fair skin burns so easily. Then she asked if I could help with her back. As I walked over in agreement, she laid face down on her stomach and undid the back string of her top. “I don’t like a lot of lines,” she said. I warmed the lotion in my hand and began massaging it into her shoulders, making my way down to the small of her back. “You’ve got very firm strong hands,” she said smiling back at over her shoulder. “Um…thank you.””No, it’s nice,” she went on, “my husband does it too soft…guess he’s getting older and has spent his life in an office.” Trying to say something nice, I said, “Well by the looks of this place and the girl he married it has worked out for him.” “That’s sweet of you to say but just because a man can afford something doesn’t mean he knows how to take care of it. Know what I mean?”I think I did know what she meant, but it was feeling a little bit like a trap. I stuttered to find the right words to say, when she said, “Relax. This isn’t anything he doesn’t know or that I haven’t told him. Why do you think he told you to treat this place like your own home?” Trying to loosen my tongue to speak I said, “I thought he was simply referring to the property.” She smirked, “Yes, but what if I was your property.” Rolling over on her back she looked at me topless. Her breasts were before my eyes in all their glory. She took her foot and moved it up to rub over the bulge in my shorts. “Ma’am, you know I’m an opportunist, please don’t tempt me with what I can’t have.” “No one said you couldn’t have this,” she said, “not my husband, not me…so make something of this opportunity.” I took hold of her foot and moved it to the side to spread her legs. Sliding my up the outside of her thighs, I gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the lounge chair as I hit my knees before her on the concrete. Untying her bikini adapazarı escort bayan bottom, I got a nice look at her married pussy with a nice patch of red hair just above her wet slit. With my thumb, I began to rub her protruding clit, only to relieve my thumb with my tongue, as licked her clit, and plugged her pussy with two then three fingers.“Oh God,” she moaned as her back arched underneath as I could look up and see her ribs through her skin. With such a thin frame, I knew I could easily pick her up. I did so, right after pulling her up to kiss my tongue. Carrying her in my arms, I started to walk her into my guest house. “No,” she said, “take us to my bed.” I turned around and carried her into the immaculate master sweet and laid her across her California King marriage bed. She crawled to the edge of the bed and took down my shorts to expose my thick 8.5 inch cut cock. “Oh it’s perfect,” she muttered before she began licking my mushroom and taking me in her mouth. Gripping the back of her head with two hands I forced my shaft down into her throat, as she gagged and looked up at me with submissive admiring eyes. After wrecking her throat for a few moments, I let her breathe and the first words she could get out was, “Fuck me”. I climbed atop of her little body and pushed my thick cock into her tight wet, warm slit. Holding her wrists down above her head on the bed, I began pounding her hard and deep. I felt like I was having to custom fit her pussy around my thick cock right there on her marriage bed. Her little feet were on my ass as I fucked her and could feel my balls slapping against her asshole. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed she was cumming which made me need to cum too. As I tried to confess my need to shoot cum and pull out, she wrapped her legs around me tight begging me to cum inside her and fill her up. “What the hell,” I thought, “treat it like home, right? Every man (at least this man) needs a good cum dump around the house.” So I held her down and flooded her with my seed until she’d milked everyone drop from me. I collapsed there beside as she snuggled up to my chest, kissing my body.”Shit”, I said, thinking about what I had just done. “Your husband can’t find out about this.” She laughed, “trust me. He won’t do anything even if he does.” (to be continued)

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