Bob & Angie Pt. 01

"Please take it, I mean for the massage and an extra tip for the additional time you gave me for the workout. I want you to have the money."

"Ok but not for the fuck," Q said. "That was for me as much as you."

"Do you really think I am a good fuck?"

"No, I think you are a great fuck. Mark said tomorrow is yoga class and then a session with me on Wednesday. I will make sure to give you a couple of extra hours. I look forward to it."

"Thanks. Now kiss each nipple and be on your way." Q grinned, kissed each nipple and left her to clean up, shower and go home.

Angie had sex with Q twice more that week and started a schedule of weekly massages including sex.

Angie finds another conquest while waiting for Bob to come around

Angie made friends with the building superintendent, Bart. Bart lived in a first floor apartment so she ran into him often. He was older, close to 60, tall, slim, gray and still ruggedly attractive. They had passed each other in the hall since Bob and Angie moved into the condo.

One day when Angie had groceries to take to her top floor condo not seeing a doorman Bart asked, "Want help with that?"

"If you don't mind." Angie said.

"Not at all." Bart grabbed most of the bags and accompanied her to her condo.

Bart came into her condo to place the bags on the kitchen counter. Of course he had been in the condo before doing maintenance work.

"Thank you so much," Angie said smiling. "What about a cup of coffee?"

"I would like that," Bart answered. Angie wondered why she was doing this but for some reason she was interested in this man.

Angie fixed them each a cup as she put the groceries up. Bart sat at the table in the kitchen waiting her. Angie sat a cup in front of him asking, "Want something to eat?"

"Oh no this is fine. Thank you."

Angie sat across from him with her coffee and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"I spent most of my life as a contractor, mainly small jobs in the suburbs where my wife, Mary, and I lived. I made a good living. I was married to Mary for over 30 years and in the same house 25. She died 5 years ago."

"I am so sorry."

"Thanks. Anyway I was lost for a while. I sold my business and house soon after Mary died, moved into the city and took this job."

"Do you like doing this?" Angie asked.

"I do. I like living in the city, I like most of the owners, and the work is easy. I will be 60 this year, so my ambitions are far less than they were and I have money in the bank. But even though I am past the grief of losing Mary, I still get lonely."

"I know how you feel," Angie said before she thought.

"What do you mean?" Bart asked. "Don't you still have Bob?"

Angie realized she had made a mistake. She thought, can I trust this man. She decided she could so she answered truthfully, "We are having problems and have been for a long time. It is mostly the situation but I also think he is bored with me but does not want to divorce for some reason."

"I can't imagine that anyone could get tired of you," Bart said. Just then Bart got a call from a tenant that needed help immediately. After he hung up he said, "I am sorry but I need to go. Thanks for the coffee and the talk."

"I would really like you to come back for coffee again. I think we have some things in common. We are both lonely and can help each other."

"Count on it. I know where you live." They both laughed and Bart left. Bart did come back many times over the next few weeks just to have coffee, snacks and talk. It was easy for Angie to talk to Bart and they did have a lot in common. He rarely stayed more than thirty minutes and only had coffee.

Then, like with Q, it changed quite innocently. It was a Thursday, three weeks after her meeting and fucking Q for the first time that it happened. Around three in the morning Angie was sleeping when she heard a pop and noise coming from the bathroom. She was wearing her normal bed clothes, a thin white tee shirt and bikini cut panties. Bikini cut panties on Angie were closer to a thong because of the size of her ass cheeks. The tee shirt came down only to her navel leaving a lot of her lower stomach showing.

Angie ran into the bathroom to see a geyser of water where the faucet should be. She opened the cabinet door, found the shut off for the cold water faucet, twisted it, and it turned off. Then she tried the hot water side. The round handle came off in her hand. It did shut the flow a little but was still a geyser. She ran to the phone, called the emergency number and got Bart.

"Yes," he said groggily.

"Bart, this is Angie," she was speaking very quickly and with a little panic. "The faucet has broken off in the bathroom. I was able to shut off one valve but the other broke off in my hand. Can you come quickly?"

"I will be right there," he said now wide awake.

Angie took a towel and jammed it in the geyser hole. This helped a little but soaked her from head to foot. Her hair was a wet mob. Her thin tee shirt and panties were transparent. She was glad that it was Bart coming up. The water continued the flow over her until Bart got there.

"Keep the towel there while I check on this," he said as he crawled between her legs to look at the broken shut off valve. He could not help but look up and see her beautiful bald fat inviting pussy. He was also getting soaked quickly. "Hang in there a little longer. I think I can shut it off."

"No problem," she laughed, "I can't get any wetter." He laughed.

He crawled between her legs and found his channel lock plyers, hoping he could operate the valve with them. His workman shirt and trousers were now as soak as Angie. She looked down at him as he crawled between her legs again and saw him take a good look at her pussy. Even being completely soaked, she felt her pussy tensing. She also glanced at his completely soaked crotch and noticed that something was growing.

She thought, I really do want to fuck him. You are such a bad girl. But wouldn't that dick feel good.

He had the knob in the jaws of the plyers and slowly turned. With some effort on his part, the flow stop. Angie took the towel away as he crawled out from under the sink.

"Well that was fun," Angie laughed. "I look like a wet puppy."

"Actually I love wet puppies. But before we get dry we need to soak up as much of this water as possible to cut the water damage. Do you have some old towels and a bucket?"

"Yes, I will run get them," Angie said running out the bathroom. He watched her tits jiggle and rolling butt cheeks as she ran for the towels and buckets. "Here you go, just tell me what to do."

"Just soak up as much of the water as you can with the towels and ring them out in the bucket. Hold a couple towels back to soak up the final wetness."

Angie mopped the floor with the towels on hand and knees while Bart toweled the other areas. She could feel his eyes on her bare ass and drenched pussy. She was enjoying displaying herself.

"Let's use the dry towels now," Bart said.

As they finished Angie knelt in front of Bart, reached for his zipper saying, "Let's get your wet pants off." She pulled his pants down and had an erect dick ready for her. "Not enough time for underwear, huh?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good, makes it easier for me to get to what I want." She took his erect dick in her mouth. She toyed with the tip, flicking it with her tongue before taking it all in her mouth.

After a few full strokes she said, "Thanks for helping a damsel in distress. I have one more minor problem. My pussy needs to be screwed." She slipped her panties off. Again got on her hands and knees, pointing her luscious ass at him. "Can you help?"

"Yes ma'am." He knelt behind her, put his finger in her pussy and decided she was ready for his dick. Her pussy was wet with more than water. He slipped his average length dick in her wet pussy. While his dick was shorter than Q's, it was thicker. As he slowly pumped her from behind, he kneaded her ample cheeks.

"Misses Hall you have a beautiful ass."

"Thank you, kind sir. I noticed you ogling it."

He picked up the pace. She was now matching his pace, rocking back and forth in sync with his rhythm. He could feel her orgasms and they were coming often. He loved watching her large ass bounce and shimmy. She was enjoying being fucked by this man she liked very much. She could feel him about to cum.

"I want to feel you cum in me," Angie instructed as she could feel his contractions start matching her own. Bart gave a loud scream as she felt his jizzum driving deep in her vagina. Bart kept pumping until her contractions from her orgasms were complete. He clearly knew how to please a woman. He pulled out and laid on the floor next to her pulling her to him.

"Misses Hall that was outstanding," Bart said with a smile. "Call me any time for any reason."

"It certainly was," she said. "And I really do thank you for coming so quickly to save me. Can I throw your wet clothes in the dryer and you can spend what's left of the night with me. I will fix you breakfast."

"That is good with me if you are really serious. But I don't have anything to wear."

"I am completely serious about you staying and let's not bother with clothes."

"Sounds like a plan. That way I can check the damage done."

Angie stood, removed her tee shirt, and extended her hand to him saying, "Deal."

Angie placed his work shirt and trouser in the dryer. They went to bed together about four. Both were nude spooning with his arm wrapped around her. Both were exhausted so they fell asleep immediately. Early the following morning she felt his hand rubbing her right tit. He was doing it so gentle it barely woke her up. When he was sure she was awake he kissed and nibbled her neck and ears. He whispered in her ear, "You are such a beautiful woman, I can't imagine the man who would leave you alone. You have an incredible body. I mean I knew it even in your clothes but nude, you are indescribable."

Angie moaned as he kissed her ears and neck, while exciting her sensitive breasts. He was working back and forth between her breasts. She was already wet and wanted his dick. She reached behind her and stroked his dick until it was hard. He slowly moved his hand down her belly to her pussy. He put a finger in her pussy to find her clitoris. He gently massaged it while still kissing her neck. She placed his dick in the crease of her ass, slowly moving the tip up and down the crease. Her ample cheeks were able to manipulate the tip without penetrating her sphincter. Bart had never had a women do this and it felt great. He could feel her orgasm from his stroking of her excited bud.

She took his dick and slipped it into her soppy slit. He gently rocked back and forth as he kissed her shoulders, moved back to her tits, and pinched her excited nipples. She was now pressing back against him so that he could feel her big ass on his stomach.

Bart gently raised her leg so that he could move her on her back without extracting his dick from her wanting pussy. They were in the missionary position.

"I want to see your big wonderful tits," he explained. He lowered his head to nibble her erect nipples. He moved from one to the other. He continued a slowly move in and out her pussy. He was striking her clitoris with each slow stroke. He took mouthfuls of her sensitive tits sucking as much in as he could and toying with the nipple with his tongue. He picked up the pace as he worked her tits over. The sensations caused her to become even more excited. Again for the second time in a few hours, she could feel his thick dick pulse ready to ejaculate in her.

"Yes Bart, please give it to me," she screamed as her own largest orgasm began. He did give it to her with his own scream. He continued pumping until her orgasm subsided. As she finished he dropped on her with his elbows on either side of her chest. He kissed her long and tenderly.

"Misses Hall, what a night," Bart whispered. "You are fabulous."

"Call me Angie. You are pretty fabulous yourself."

"I guess we need to get up and see the damage," Bart said.

"Yes I think so. Why don't you grab your cloth from the dryer and see what has to be done while I fix you breakfast. Are coffee, eggs, toast and marmalade ok?"

"Works for me," Bart said as he got up.

Angie put on jeans and a tee shirt. She had his breakfast ready as he came back from the bathroom.

"I have good news and bad news," Bart started. "The good news is that the faucet and valve can be fixed today. The bad news is that you will need a new bathroom floor and repaint the sheetrock. It was a good thing we got the wall dried off so quickly. The sheetrock is stained but will be fine once fully dry."

"Well, I think that is all good news. You will have a good excuse to be in my condo for a while. Oh by the way take your time with the repairs. I want you again."

Bart smiled a big Cheshire cat. "My thoughts exactly."

They ate breakfast and discussed the repairs. Just before Bart left Angie said, "I think we need to discuss what is happening here."

"Yes we do."

"I am not leaving Bob, so this can only be two very good friends giving each other what they need. I don't want you to think I am looking for a commitment and I will not make a commitment."

"That is my thought exactly. Honestly I am too old for you or I would fight to make it something else. But I am just happy to enjoy your company however you want. I want to be your friend even if you decide it is time to end the sex."

Angie smiled and kissed him. "Great, I think we are going to be great friends and have great sex."

With that Bart left, He returned later while she was at the gym to install a new faucet and valve. He left her a note saying he would come back the next day with a plan to repair her bathroom.

Angie continues her sex exploits while Bob prepares to get her back

Bart came back the following day to discuss the bathroom. He showed her tile samples and paint colors. She was in no hurry and required Bart to come back often with options. It took weeks to decide exactly what she wanted to do in the bathroom and several sexual encounters. During this period, she continued her weekly romps with Q.

In the meantime, Bob noticed a change in Angie attitude toward him. She was now unconcerned with him being there or not being there. She had a distinct lack of desire for contact of any kind with him. He believed she had just gotten older and had no interest in sex at all. He had no clue that she was getting more sex now than ever. As often happens when it appears that someone is uninterested in you they become more interested.

Bob over these few months decided he wanted to attempt to reconnect with Angie. He knew to make an attempt to get her back he first had to let his mistress go. He also decided they needed a romantic location with no memories. He realized his attitude the last several year was most of the problem and he wanted to express to her his attitude had changed. He also knew his work load and travel had to be reduced. He could not have his attention divided between his wife, his work and his mistress.

The key to reducing his work load had started several years before in hiring Sam. Sam, actually Samantha, was a great organizer not an accountant. He needed someone who could take over office management and client relations. She was the person he had been grooming for years to do this. Sam was a tall slender beautiful blonde. She could have easily been a model but her personality was more of a commander. She commanded a room when she walked in. All the partners respected her. She was also great at entertaining clients. Much of the success of his business was getting large accounts and these executive expected to be wined and dined.

Sam had a very open mind toward sex. She saw it as a weapon to be used. She on many instances not only procured talent to entertain male and female executives she had gotten personally involved. She was five feet ten, weighed about 120 pounds, little fat, and a nice firm ass. She was a C cup but on her frame that was plenty. It seemed to Bob that she seemed to have no boundaries in terms of sex. He had observed this. She had fucked most of the partners including Bob. It seemed to him she thought this gave her an advantage.

So Bob made Sam the COO, convincing all the partner he could reduce his travel and hours by turning more of the operations over to Sam. Sam was really taking to the role well. Bob had been slowly moving responsibilities over to Sam and he decided to accelerate that process.

He booked a romantic trip to Aruba to make the last trip a fading memory. He evicted his mistress. This was not pretty but he knew it was necessary. Besides he had tired of her.

Just as Bob was ready to surprise Angie, she was preparing for Q. It was a Monday, their normally scheduled massage. Bob planned to surprise her for lunch, announcing the trip. He had never come home for lunch before and thought this would be part of the surprise. She had worked out with Mark that morning, coming back to the condo to set up the massage table for Q in the bedroom. They had also gotten in the habit of her fixing him lunch.

Angie greeted Q already nude. She opened the door, kissed him deep and hard saying, "Good to see you. Let's get to work. Mark was a brute this morning."

"My pleasure. Like your outfit." They both giggled.

"Let's start with the front," Q said as they started the massage. He rubbed lotion up and down both legs. He placed one leg on his shoulder lengthening her hamstring and causing her pussy to be completely visible and wide open. He kneaded up and down her thigh, hamstrings and calves. He then did the other leg. Q was already hard and Angie knew it. He moved up and placed lotion on her tits and stomach. He rubbed both tits until he had her nipples extended. The brown areola was about 3 inches in diameter and always looked sexy to him when glistening with lotion. He moved down to her stomach and then to her pussy. He spent enough time kneading her fat smooth pussy lips that he could feel her have her first orgasm and wet his hand.

"Turnover and let me do you back," Q instructed. She rolled on her stomach with a pillow under her stomach to protect her enhanced breasts. He applied massage oil to her back and butt cheek making sure there was massage oil in the crease of her ass. He got on the table with her, straddled her butt, placing a knee on each side of her ass cheeks placing his hard dick in the crease of her ass and massaged her shoulder and neck. He spent some time releasing the tension not only in her shoulder but in her butthole. As he kneaded her shoulder blade he was sliding his dick up and down her long ass crack.

Q moved his knees to each side of her thighs. He kneaded her ass cheeks in both hands. He squeezed in and released her ass cheeks making them shake like Jell-O. He took oil and squeezed the bottle directly into her asshole. Q took a cheek in each hand and spread her asshole open. He placed his thumps directly on the entrance and gently pushed into the start of the sphincter muscle. Angie was not sure what he was doing but thought it really felt good. This was new.

Q moved his knees back to a straddle of her ass cheeks. His long dick went with ease into her pussy. Her legs were just far enough apart to allow his dick to enter her pussy.

This was when Bob quietly entered their condo to surprise Angie for lunch and the invitation to a romantic get-away. He heard moans coming from the bedroom but could not convince himself it was what it sounded like. He crept to the open door to the bedroom and peeked in to see what was happening. The table was set up in such a fashion that they both faced away from the door but angled just a little so he could see Q's dick in his wife's pussy. Her ass was shining from the oil. Instead of being mad he thought about how beautiful her body was. Her tits were pressed on the table showing ample flesh flowing out the sides. He thought this was the sexiest he had ever seen this woman. She was luscious.