My Second Wife and Her Daughter; The Beginning by wife4hungblk

This story happened more than thirty years ago. I frequented a restaurant daily, sometimes multiple times a day. One day this beautiful woman appeared as a waitress. She was married and let me know that fact really quick. I frequented the restaurant often so I saw her almost daily. Our personalities seemed to blend well together. We bantered back and forth for months, me telling her all the devilish sexual things I wanted to do to her and her telling me I couldn’t handle a real woman like her and besides only sluts cheated on their husbands and she was not a slut. I believe we both knew we were sexually attracted to each other but she was married and I respected that even if I did it with a hard dick.Things began to change when she found out her husband was cheating on her. I think it changed her view of our relationship. She always been adamant about cheating on her husband but now she seemed to adopt the attitude of why not? But she was still Shirley and values don’t change that quickly. She began getting much closer to me though and our conversations became more serious and personal. She seemed to want to get to know more about me than just our sexual kidding There was definitely a sexual tension in the air whenever we were close. She was around 5 foot 8 inches tall, 36 c’s, and an ass that could almost make me cum watching her walk. She was thin and sexy, my perfect sexual goddess. I had been divorced for a few years and definitely had all the pussy any man could need, but she was my perfect woman and the only one I knew at that time that I felt completely at ease around, well except for that gnawing desire to fuck her.

She would accidently brush against me and we’d both jump at the contact. It was like an electric shock whenever our bare skin touched. We would both stop and stare into each other’s eyes until something brought us back to reality. If we hadn’t been in the restaurant I know we would have been kissing. My dick always hardened when that happened and more than once her gaze would lower and she’d smile and say, “That’s the wonderful thing about being a woman, it doesn’t show even when its intense”, and then her tongue would slide wetly across her lips as her gaze returned to the stiffness outlined in my pants and she’d turn and walk away, her perfect ass seeming to squeeze as she walked and I was sure she moaned, mmmmmmmm. If she was around, my loins were in a constant state of turmoil.

A couple of months went by and one night I stopped in the restaurant around three in the morning to eat breakfast and lo and behold who was the waitress but Shirley. She was working another girl’s shift for her. The place was desolate and she said the manager was asleep in the basement. At night the manager did the cooking as there wasn’t a lot of business during the week. There wasn’t any traffic on the street and I was the only one in the place. She was straightening things up, restocking and bending quite a bit and my dick was like steel seeing her ass and glimpses of her thighs as she squatted while working. She walked around the counter and stood before me and I swiveled the chair to look directly at her. My dick was fully erect running down my leg and it caught her gaze and a shudder ran through her body and she placed her hand on the counter as if her legs had weakened suddenly. She asked me to watch the register while she went to the restroom, her voice full of the nervousness she felt. Being alone together with no one else around had the sexual tension alive in the air and you could have cut it with a knife. She disappeared behind the wall concealing the ladies room and I heard the door open and close. A few minutes later I heard the door open again and she yelled asking me to come help her with something. I didn’t understand what she said so I rose and walked around the wall and she was standing there holding the door open while saying, “I need you to fix something for me”. I noticed a frilly pair of panties hanging on the door knob and wondered why they were there.

I was moving by her into the small rest room when she grabbed my arm and again the voltage like shock of her touch made me turn towards her and again our gazes locked and she said, “I filed for divorce today and those are my panties”. We kissed and all the months of unrequited desire exploded within us both. Her hands were frantically undoing my pants and my own hands were raising her uniform dress so that I could grip the ass cheeks that had been driving me crazy for months. God the feel of her bare ass had me unable to think and my dick was jerking and swaying in the cool air as she unleashed it from my pants before grabbing it and roughly pulling at me. I heard her stammering, “Oh my god…it didn’t look…..Jesus it’s so thick…..Oh god fuck me…..just fuck me”. As she leaned back against the still open door and raised one leg opening herself as she pulled my dick to her pussy and began rubbing the tip along her slit. God she was wet and I felt her juices coating me as she began trying to press it into her pussy. All the months of toying with each other had led up to this and now we were both out of control. I placed my arm beneath her leg and then lifted her other leg and held her pinned to the door as her arms circled my neck with my glans pressing into her moist need.

Her hips undulated, hunched as she pressed down onto my raging dick. She was too tight and her inner muscles resisted my entry frustrating us both until she screamed, “Just do it, fuck me, god fuck me please”, and with one forceful thrust my glans opened and stretched her as it slid into the tight grasp of her vagina. We stood there savoring the feel of her warm walls molding themselves too my hot dick. My breathing was rapid, shallow as my dick swelled and receded repeatedly within her pussy’s tight grasp. Her moan was stifled by my mouth finding hers and kissing her as I had wanted to all these long months. My hands held her by her ass as I began fucking my long cock ever deeper into her receptive pussy. She was wild, head flailing, hands on my shoulders pulling herself up and then allowing her body to fall, driving my dick into her deeper and deeper as she cried out in pain with every forceful drop as I fucked up into her falling body. Every few minutes her ankles would lock behind my thighs, body tensing, immobile as she begged me to fuck her and then kissing me frantically when I did.

We kissed as the furor within us drove our actions while we fucked like sex-crazed nympho’s. Her pussy was flooding as her cum streamed down the crack of her ass to coat my balls before dripping from them to spatter my pants which were still on my legs. Knowing her wetness was the result of her loving the feel of my dick excited me and drove me to fuck her even faster, deeper, more forcefully and soon I was spewing uncontrollably with her pressing her pussy tightly down onto my swelling spurting glans. Her cries told of the pain my dick was inflicting but her hunching never wavered as she begged me not to stop, to empty my balls inside her as she screamed how long she had needed to feel me cum in her.

It felt like she was draining my life forces from me as her pussy squeezed and milked my jerking dick. She wrapped my waist with her legs and hugged me like she was hugging a tree in a hurricane as her body shuddered and shook, pussy undulating around my still spewing dick while she moaned constantly. My legs gave out as a weakness washed over me as she drained my balls completely. I sat down on the toilet with her astraddle me and her feet fell to the floor and she began lifting and falling as she fucked me rapidly, forcefully as she drove my dick into her pussy. God I loved her pussy and the way she made me feel with it. Her pussy was hot, seething and drowned me with her cum continuously. I had never been hotter in my life and she was experiencing the same fate. It hit me suddenly that I should be softening but my dick never faltered an instant as her excitement became mine and I stiffened anew as I stood and bounced her on my long fat cock as she screamed her plight, her head flailing wildly. I’m not sure how long we fucked in the rest room but it wound up with her standing with thighs spread, hands on the wall bending over the commode ramming her pussy back onto my dick as I met each of her rearward thrusts with forceful thrusts of my own. When we cum that time it left us both gasping, spent, until my dick slid from her pussy and she turned and sat on the toilet and began to laugh hysterically.

Her laughter was infectious and soon I was laughing with her and didn’t know why. When she finally slowed she said, I’m sitting here streaming cum like I’m peeing, completely exhausted and wanting you to keep fucking me and there might be people in the dining room hearing all this waiting to be waited on. Then she looked up at me and said, “That was nothing like the romantic encounter I thought it would be when we fucked the first time but it couldn’t have been any better than that was”. Then she wiped herself off with toilet paper and stood and flushed the toilet and turned to me and we kissed again, this time savoring the taste and emotions that filled us. Breaking our kiss she smiled at me and said, “Well you fixed that pretty good for me, maybe I won’t miss John fucking me after all.” Then as she turned and walked away she said, “Pull your pants up, you look stupid standing there like that”, and as she left she was twirling her panties on her finger laughing her ass off.

Things changed between us after that. We no longer exchanged barbs and there was more hand holding at the counter and more intimate talk. There was still that sexual air that enveloped us whenever we were near.