Both of us were really buzzed and I felt higher than ever sitting with this beautiful woman I had fantasized about so many times. “Wilma, you are really a beautiful woman.” I spoke the words before thinking and continued. “And I really love being around you.”
Wilma sat quietly for a moment just smiling. I could see she was thinking of what to say, but to my relief she was clearly not offended. Finally she offered, “Dave, you are a really handsome man and I love being around you too. However, I think the wine may have clouded your vision of me.” She gave me a shy, but friendly smile.
“Seriously, Wilma, can I call you that?” She nodded. “I think you are one of the most beautiful women I know. I mean it. Why would you think I’m not serious?”
Wilma beamed at me, but then softened. “You’re so sweet. Charles doesn’t really agree with your opinion of me. But, I appreciate you saying that.”
I wanted to say that Charles must be a dumbass, but I knew that wouldn’t go over well. I decided to take a softer route. “What do you mean? I’m sure Charles finds you attractive. He probably can’t wait to get back so he can f…” I almost said “fuck your brains out”, but stopped. “… see you and feel your hugs.” I was treading on dangerous ground, but I was so horny for her I could feel my seven and a half inch cock straining beneath my shorts.
“Maybe…” Wilma said. “But, lets change the subject. Okay?” I nodded and we talked for a couple more hours letting the buzz subside. Then it was time to go. I had blown my first chance and was feeling defeated as Wilma walked me to the door to say goodbye. We hugged tightly, but I was so distracted I turned to kiss her on the cheek at the same time she did and our lips touched. She pulled back, but kept hugging me. After a moment I moved close and gently kissed her on the lips again. She let me, then kissed me back a little. It felt so wonderful. I wanted to press it further, but I didn’t think the timing was right and neither of our judgement was clouded by alcohol.
“I love you, Wilma.” I used her name instead of “mom”. She replied, “I love you, too, Dave.”
I drove home thinking about her kiss and trying to suppress my boner. To my delight, when I walked into my living room, Sue was sitting on the sofa in a demi-bra, high heels and crotch less panties. Her legs were slightly spread to give me a good view of her bush. The boner I had been trying to suppress was at full attention as I walked into the living room, stripping away my clothing. Sue had never done anything like this before. As I fucked her on the sofa, she told me that my willingness to visit her mom by myself made her really horny for me. I wanted to scream in delight. Instead, I moaned out my wife’s name as I filled her hot snatch with loads of cum. (to be continued)