Tuesday Afternoon

Tuesday Afternoon

It’s Tuesday afternoon
And I have lied again

Now I lie,
not in the chair of my dentist
As I told my boss
But in the arms of my lover

She called before lunch
No need for her to say it
“I’ll be there by one,” I say
“Hurry,” she responds
Her voice filled with lustful urgency

We’re both past forty
Far from youthful beauty
I’m short and a bit heavy
Mostly bald
She’s like me, round and plump

But when she calls
I have a stock of excuses
I roll out to my boss
I think he knows
But doesn’t care

When I enter
She lies naked on the bed
Cupping her large soft breasts
Nothing perky there
Just the place I love to lay my head

“God I thought you’d never get here”
Her legs are spread and I can see
Her gleaming juices
Her swollen lips

“You’re a horny wench,” I respond
As I peel my clothes off
My prick nearly hard

“I know,” she says
“But I need you
I’ve needed you all morning
I need you now,” she growls
I fall naked beside her on the bed

We kiss, her lips soft and wet
Her tongue probing
Across my teeth
And deep in my mouth

We lay
Our tongues dueling
Hands roaming, fondling, caressing
Legs entwined
A preamble to our lust

I drop my mouth to her throat
And kiss and nibble
To hear her whimper in need

A hand now on her soft full breast
First one and then the other
“Oh yes,” she says
“Use your mouth
“Suck on my nipples”

Her nipples are hard.
Aroused and protruding from her tits
For me to suckle
She gasps as I put my lips on one
And then the other
Oh yes. To spend a Tuesday afternoon
Suckling on my lover’s soft and creamy breasts

My hands now are drifting lower
Stroking her round, soft belly
No six pack abbs here
Just soft needy flesh

Drifting ever downward
To the soft damp hair
Between her plump legs
I cup her mound
And hear her groan,
“Oh yes. Put your fingers in me”

Two fingers penetrate her dripping cunt with ease
“God you’re wet you slut
Have you been thinking of this all morning?”
“Yes,” she growls in response
Thrusting her hips up to meet
My fingers lustful invasion

We stay a while
My fingers fucking her needy cunt
While she plays with her tits and whimpers

“Now your tongue,” she begs
“Use that devil tongue of yours”
I reposition myself
Between her lewdly spread legs
Her gleaming sex spread before me like a dinner plate

I drop my face
Her hands push her bush aside
I eat her slowly
My tongue stroking from nether hole to clit
Her whine louder with each flick
Of the nubbin standing proud from its hood

“Oh fuck,” she whispers
“Make me cum.”
She has no patience on Tuesday afternoon
I curl my tongue and shove it in her cunt
She groans
But then reaches down and pulls my head higher
“My clit. You can put your cock there later”
She wants and needs that first climax
Later she will have patience

My fingers, buried in her cunt
press that magic spot
My tongue, my lips work her clit
Caressing, flicking, sucking
Reaching for her passion
Her hips bucking, calling out for more

“Oh fuck yes,” she cries
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck yes,”
more growl than cry
and then a scream
As her hips thrust up
and her hands hold my face to her sex

Her climax comes in waves
As I continue to torture her clit
My lips and tongue
Driving her ecstasy to new heights
Until she can take no more
Her hips collapsing
Her hands driving my face away.
She’s crying now
Blubbering with relief

Now it’s time to claim my relief
From the passion that’s been growing in me
Ever since her first illicit call this morning
I move up and force my rigid cock against her lust swollen lips
Holding myself just above her chest on my elbows
My engorged head demanding entry

“Oh not yet
I’m not ready.”
“But I am, you slut.
This is what you wanted when you called
And made me to lie to my boss.”
I push hard and drive my cock home
Into her hot wet cunt

She cries out
In pain
Or in lust?
I waste no time
Now stroking deeply,
fast and hard
She is meeting each stroke with
A thrust of her hips
And a whimper of lust

“Oh fuck yes
This is what I wanted
Why I called
I wanted you to fuck me
To fuck me hard
And to feel you squirt your hot cum
Deep in my cunt”

I ignore her filthy talk
And continue to pound her
My climax growing ever closer
“Oh you fucking slut,” I respond
“I knew this was what you wanted
And now you’re going to get it”

She knew I wouldn’t last long
I never do the first time
On Tuesday afternoons
I felt the cum rising up my shaft
I groaned as the cream
Shot from my cock deep into her cunt
She came again matching me
Crying out some obscenity ignored
As I released shot after shot deep within her

And then we collapsed
I rolled to the side
My shrinking cock
Slowly withdrawing
Our juices slowly leaking to stain the motel sheets
My face buried between her glorious soft tits

We slept
An hour or more
And when we awoke
She smiled and said,
“Happy Tuesday”

“Tell me,” she asked
“Do you always tell him you’re going to the dentist
Do you do that
On every Tuesday?”

“Yes. He doesn’t seem to care”

She laughs. “Of course.
Because he is fucking your wife on Tuesday”

“I know
And I don’t care because
Because he is your husband.”

“Yes. It works so well,”
She says as she begins sucking my cock
Seeking more

“Yes,” I agree.

“Every Tuesday”