The Barkley Chronicles – Chap 3 by Hooked1957..,
Just something different: a short series of three stories about a young guy and a neighbor’s hotwife. While they are related, they can be read in any order. I will post them on consecutive days, but it’s not up to me when they appear.
I was surprised, yet happy, when I saw her name pop up on my cellphone. I hadn’t talked to Traci Barkley since early spring when I told her I wasn’t going home for summer vacation between the end of my sophomore year and the beginning of junior year at college.
Traci is the mother of my lifelong best friend, Ronnie, who grew up down the block from me. She has also been my lover on two occasions, once for most of a day in her own house when her family was gone for the day and the other time for a weekend at school when she came in as my girlfriend. She is still a good-looking woman at 45, but even more than that, she is sexy and playful and can be hot as fuck… at least with me.
She is also an occasional hotwife for her husband of 23 years, although he doesn’t know about his wife and me.
“Hey, Sexy, how have you been?” I answered cheerfully.
“Missing you, Lover, that’s how I’ve been,” she purred through the phone. “Would you like a visitor in a couple of weeks? I’ve got another symposium for Monday through Thursday real close to you and can be up there Friday evening to Sunday, like last time.”
“Hell yes!” I enthused, remembering when she came in for a weekend my freshman year. We spent the weekend fucking and going out, and she was the hottest woman on campus when we left my dorm room, leaving a trail of college guys and women drooling with her hot, confident outfits. She came in for two days at the end of a business trip and became my girlfriend, doing whatever “college stuff” I was doing for the weekend when we weren’t having sex.
“Great. I’ll make sure to buy a couple of cute outfits for the weekend,” she said.
“Ooooohhhh!” was all I could think of to say.
The airport was busy when I went to pick up Traci two weeks later. It was parents’ weekend at the school and we always had a lot come visit for the weekend.
“Wow, what’s up with all the people. You guys having a convention of 40-somethings? Traci said when I collected her at the gate.
I crushed her body up against mine and planted my best kiss on her lips, sticking my tongue about as far into her mouth as I could. She responded to me immediately, eagerly accepting my tongue, moaning into my mouth and her body melting into mine sensuously.
I finally responded when we broke our kiss. She was red-faced and breathing heavy.
“It’s parents’ weekend up here, Babe. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Well I’m might not be able to wear the stuff I bought with all these extra parents hanging around,” she said.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re not a parent this weekend. You’re my girlfriend, my hot girlfriend. Just like last time.”
She blushed, but nodded her head as I watched the dark brown hair on top of her head bounce.
Like the last time, she came into town in her conservative business attire. I would have to wait until we got back to my apartment to see what “fun” clothes she brought.
Before seeing her fun clothes, though, I got Traci out of her business attire. I ran my hands over her A-cup boobs and played with her rock-hard nipples before gently laying her down on my bed. She then raised and spread her legs wide, and I slid my face into her dripping slit. Hello, Kitty!
Fifteen minutes and four orgasms later, I slid up her body, stuck my hard dick into her warm and wet pussy and stuck my tongue deeply into her mouth. She tried to suck my tonsils out. I started fucking her slowly and gradually picked up speed and intensity. She moaned into my mouth, then stiffened, arched her back and spasmed around my dick. If she wasn’t already married, I could see myself falling for Ronnie’s mom. As it was, I had already fallen in love with her older, but still lithe, body.
It was the middle of the evening before we left my apartment. When we did, she was wearing skintight, hip-rise Levi jeans with a short, tight T-shirt, braless. There were at least six inches of tight bare skin and her belly ring showing, and her always hard-nipples weren’t being shy. Her confidence was incredibly sexy.
We went to a near-by rib joint and heads literally turned when we walked in. I gave her ass a firm squeeze as we were escorted to a table, and she gave me a small punch in the arm. I flipped her belly ring twice and she shivered. She planted a hot kiss on my lips.
We made slow, gentle love twice when we got back to the apartment, the first time doggy, and the second time with her up in cowgirl. I watched her little boobs jiggle when she was on top of me and played with her perky nipples.
“Andy likes the belly ring so much he wants me to get matching rings in my nipples,” Traci said as she rubbed on me back and forth. “What do you think?”
“Seriously? You’re asking me?” I responded. “He’s your husband. I’m just… your boyfriend.”
She looked deep into my soul with those big brown eyes. I put my hands on her hips, stopped her back and forth movement and started lifting her up and down. A few seconds later, she was bouncing up and down on me like she was on a pogo pony. Unintelligible sounds started coming out of her mouth before she shrieked in orgasm.
Saturday morning I fucked her senseless in the shower as she screamed and cried. She put on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a tight, cropped State U T-shirt. We headed out for lunch and then the parents’ weekend home football game.
Traci was a good-looking woman, but not the best-looking or with the best body. Still, she’s a sexy package with the confidence of a mature woman. With a distinct camel toe showing in her shorts and her erect nipples showing through the fabric of her shirt, heads turned when she walked into the football stadium… and they weren’t all male and they weren’t all students. I saw several of the other students’ parents looking hungrily at my MILF girlfriend, and I saw several of the wives not looking pleased with the drooling that was taking place.
“Oh God, Travis, this is a little unnerving, with all of these parents staring at me like I’m some kind of bimbo. I don’t mind the kids staring, but…” she whispered in my ear.
“Your nipples are sticking out like bullets. I’d bet people sitting across the stadium can see them,” I whispered back. “You’re definitely enjoying the attention.”
She blushed deep red, then slowly nodded.
“I think I’m getting wet.”
I smiled brightly, then kissed her hard on the lips. I took her hand and led her to our seats. We wound up sitting right next to my roommates’ parents, with Mrs. McNair right next to Traci. I could see Mrs. McNair taking sneaky looks at Traci throughout the game, looking her up and down. I occasionally sat with my arm around my girlfriend, and several times I played with her belly ring. Traci squirmed whenever I did that. I couldn’t tell if she was moving around from arousal or embarrassment.
It was a pretty good game, but my concentration was split in several directions. When I wasn’t watching the field, I was ogling Traci, and when I wasn’t doing either of those it’s because I was totally intrigued with the interplay between my girlfriend and Mr. and Mrs. McNair. Traci and Mrs. McNair rarely talked during the contest, but Mrs. McNair watched every single move Traci made, and Traci knew it. Mr. McNair tried to be friendly and occasionally made a comment to Traci, but sitting in between them, Mrs. McNair would glare at her husband for the few seconds he and Traci communicated.