Handyman Hank

"Noooo," she reached out, trying to pull me back to her.

"I'm not leaving you, baby." Kneeling between her wide spread legs, I supported myself with both arms while I French kissed her. I never thought I'd see this reserved little woman actually excited enough to bite, but the pain in my bottom lip proved me wrong. I quickly pulled my face away, and using only one hand for support, I guided my cock to her steaming pussy. I lined it up and with one shove, entered her to the hilt.

"Ahhhh," she moaned, her eyes clenched tightly, and the expression on her face was almost angelic. With long, slow strokes, we began the age old dance of mankind. Each time I pulled back she tried to lift her hips, as if she was unwilling to lose even an inch of my cock for a second. The odor of pure sex filled my nostrils and as the intense feeling began to build, our breathing was becoming more rapid, my strokes shorter and faster, and her litany of, "Oh god—oh god—that's good"—and such gibberish became constant. Then she clamped her legs around my waist, and held tight, like she was scared I would get away.

Her face was becoming a bright red and when I knew I couldn't stand it much longer and grabbed her to pull her tighter, I could feel the goose bumps forming on her butt. I was trying my best to hold out until she climaxed, but was just about to lose the battle, when I felt her body shudder; she clamped her legs even tighter and gave my neck a bear hug that I swear I think would have broken the neck of a lesser man.

I was on the peak of Mt. Cumming, feeling myself start to slip down that wonderful slope. I was desperately trying to hold on just a little longer, when I felt her body relax and she groaned, "God that was good." That was the magic sign for me. I drove as hard as I could into that wonderfully tight pussy, and dropped all restraint. It felt like I was going to cum forever, but of course, in a case like this, forever is only a few moments.

I collapsed toward the back of the sofa, so I wouldn't crush her beneath my weight, and holding tightly around her waist to prevent her falling to the floor, we enjoyed a time of afterglow in absolute silence.

"Was it good?" I asked when she twisted around to face me. I knew it was a silly question, but every man likes his ego stroked at a time like that.

"Never felt anything like it." She kissed my cheek and continued, "You're only the only man, besides my husband, I've been with." She hesitated, like she wanted to say more, yet didn't want to say it.

"Were you a virgin when you got married?" She nodded.

"I didn't know much about sex, and now that I've met you, I know he didn't either. We only had three weeks before he had to begin his tour. We did it a lot and I liked it, but I never felt like this." She was quiet a long time, clearly in deep thought, then she continued, "I bet he was a virgin too, in spite of all his claims that he wasn't, and now, I'm really not." She kissed me again, this time on the lips and I returned the kiss, but didn't push the issue. I could see she was troubled about what we had done. We lay there, it only seemed like it was for hours, while I stroked her back from her shoulder to her tight little butt, and she battled her inner demons. I saw it in her eyes the moment she won her battle.

"Clearly we both have a lot to learn," she whispered, kissing me again. "I hope his little German girl teaches him well, cause I don't want to go back to what we called fucking." Then she kissed my lips again, but this time her tongue probed my mouth first, so I knew she was ready and returned her kisses with passion.

"Do you have anything else you can teach me?" her mischievous smiles made me feel like super stud.

"Oh yeah, baby!" I stretched her out on the couch and knelt beside her. "Your next lesson begins now."

*****

Well, that's pretty much the story about my first of many encounters with married women. If you're like me, I know you're wondering how things worked out, so I'll give you the thumbnail-sketch view: We got together about once a week until her husband finished his tour. Little Becky turned out to be one of the better sex partners I ever had.

After Jody, her husband returned, I think she remained faithful to him. When he joined out deer hunting club, I had to be around him during the clubhouse parties we always held after the hunt. I must admit, I felt a little funny at first, knowing what Becky and I had done, but one night all that went away.

That night Jody had a lot too much to drink and started telling about his time in Germany. "Yes sir, boys. Those little German gals can really put a fucking on a fellow." He kept on going into all the details about what he and his German girlfriend had done, until finally Old Joe spoke up.

"Looka here boy. You you going on like that while dat little woman o yourn is left cha by erself. What'ca think she'd say bout all them carry'ngs on?"

Jody's answer relieved all my anxiety. "Hell, man! What she don't know won't hurt her." When I heard those words, I felt the same way about him, and never let our actions worry me again.

Later we became good friends. In fact, they invited me to the graduation party, when their oldest daughter finished Jones Corner High School, last month. I tell you, that little girl was the spitting image of Becky, back when I first met her, and I couldn't help wondering if she needed any instructions.

"Remind you of anything?" Becky appeared at my side, while I just stood staring, and slipped her arm around my waist.

"She looks just like you did at that age."

"Yeah, but you were thinking about something besides her looks, weren't you?"

"You caught me. I was wondering if she needed to be shown the ropes."

We stood there, our arms around the other's waist. "Don't you dare," she said tightening her arm ever so slightly.

We stood like that, looking at the latest version of Becky, while our minds drifted back to another time and another place, and we remembered when the world was young.

THE END

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