Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

At the sound of an unfamiliar car engine rumbling into the driveway, a puzzled Jennifer stood up and walked to the window to identify the source of the noise. Surely Dave hadn’t bought yet another car?

Being married to a confirmed petrol-head had some advantages, such as always having an exciting motor-car to ride around in, but it also had some disadvantages, such as their garden, garage and often the kitchen filled with oily rags, oil, tools and various scattered automobile parts, strange looking rings, pistons, nuts, bolts and all sorts of engine detritus.

Her brow furrowed at the sight of a 1970’s Ford Capri parked outside the front door of the semi-detached house where she had lived for the past five years, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a classic British sports car, but did they really need it?

Although Dave had a decent job, earning good money, times were tough enough as it was.

Jennifer’s part-time job at the local pub didn’t bring her in a lot of spare cash, and she was always asking the boss for extra hours, just for the money for a few personal luxury items.

She breathed a gentle sigh of relief as she saw Dave’s best friend Andy climb out of the car. Andy was also a car addict, and had been Dave’s pal for years. He’d been best man at their wedding, and had been responsible for organising an honour guard of men in overalls holding large spanners aloft when she and Dave had left the church – a fitting (and humorous) touch. Jennifer grinned at the memory.

As she walked towards the front door, the doorbell rang. She swung the door open and greeted Andy with a smile.

“Hi Andy! He’s not here at the moment, and he won’t be back for a little while yet.”

“That’s ok Jenny, but I kind of needed to see him. Any chance I could come in and wait?”

“Sure, sweetie, come on in and sit down. I’ll put the kettle on.”

Andy walked through to the lounge whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee to the cups, four sugars for Andy as usual, black with no milk for her own.

With the coffee made, she carried the cups through to the lounge. Andy was sitting comfortably in the armchair, so Jennifer set them down on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa facing him.

The pair of them chatted, making small talk and generally having a gossip. Jennifer asked about the Ford now parked outside, and found out that Andy had only bought it yesterday. It needed a bit of work, but it was basically a clean motor. Whilst they talked, Andy ran through his normal string of jokes and gags, making Jennifer laugh, as he usually did.

Although she hadn’t been unfaithful to Dave since they first met eight years ago, Jennifer had always wondered what would have happened if Andy, and not Dave, had come over and chatted her up that night in the pub.

It was entirely possible that she might’ve ended up dating Andy instead, as Jennifer had always had a soft spot for him.

As they talked, she smiled inwardly as she occasionally caught Andy’s eyes straying downwards to where her boobs nestled under her vest-top. She felt a tinge of embarrassment when she realised that his gaze was also occasionally wandering down to her crotch. She crossed her tight denim-encased legs, but she also felt a slight flush of excitement at the thought that Andy was ‘checking her out’.

She was used to guys ogling her at work of course, she had a good figure by all accounts, and usually wore low tops and short skirts to work – she had found that men bought her drinks a lot more often if she did so.

The coffees now long drunk, she was giggling at yet another of Andy’s wisecracks, when her mobile phone beeped it’s text alert. She scowled slightly as she read the text from Dave out loud – “Gonna be hour yet, see you soon”.

“Oh well, it’s up to you if you want to stay and wait Andy,” she continued “I’m going to have to go and get ready for work in a bit, but I can make you a sandwich or something if you’re going to stay.”

“No, but thanks anyway Jenny, guess I’ll have to get going soon.” was the reply.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Jennifer blushed as she realised that Andy had spoken the words directly to her breasts, no longer even keeping up the pretence of looking her in the eye.

Looking up, Andy caught her eye, and stammered his words hesitantly “Um… er… Jenny, can I … ah … er… ask you something?” As he spoke the words, he fumbled for something from the pocket of his trousers.

“Yeah, go on!” Jennifer answered brightly, feeling all at once embarrassed, flattered and slightly aroused by Andy’s obvious appreciation of her body.

Unthinkingly, she flashed a glance at Andy’s groin, and caught her breath as she realised that he had a very visible erection straining in his trousers.

“Er… um… well, it’s like this Jen,” Andy continued “I’ve always kind of been a bit jealous of Dave, ’cause he’s got you, and you’re a good-looking bird alright.” Jennifer felt her face flush with warmth as her cheeks reddened.

He continued to stammer “I’ve.. I’ve… um… I’ve always thought you had great… er… tits.” As he spoke the words, Jennifer saw that he had a roll of twenty pound banknotes in his hand, and he was peeling off some as he spoke “If I gave you a hundred quid, would you show them to me?” he tilted his head to one side, pulled a face and gave one of his daft winks, which always made Jennifer laugh.

She fought hard not to giggle, and attempted to affect an air of shocked indignation, but somehow she knew she was failing to do so. In truth she was by now feeling more than slightly aroused. However, she was for the moment tongue-tied, unsure of exactly what to say or do.

Andy pulled some more notes from the bank-roll. “Ok Jen, two hundred!” He made another face, gurning madly. Jennifer’s facade finally slipped and she giggled out loud.

‘I know it’s wrong, but what possible harm could it do?’ She thought to herself. ‘It’s not like guys don’t stare at my tits and arse all night when I’m at work, and it’s only Andy, not complete strangers.’

She fought a brief mental battle with herself, trying to find reasons to justify why she should or should not comply with Andy’s request.

Finally, she made a snap decision. “Two hundred?” she blurted out “Ok then, you’re on!”

She crossed her arms in front of her and, grasping the hem of her vest with both hands, whipped it off, throwing it up into the air, where it landed on the floor a few feet away. Inwardly she was glad she had one of her nice bras on, she would’ve hated to have been wearing one of her old greying sports bras.

Her hands flew round to the middle of her back, and unclasped the eye-hooks holding her bra strap. She hastily flung the garment into the air, where it’s trajectory traced a brief arc through the air, before landing close by the discarded vest.

Smiling, she raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head, spreading her elbows wide so that her breasts stood proudly towards the broadly grinning man opposite her.

She slowly rotated her torso to the left and to the right, her boobs swaying gently as she did so.

Andy stared wide eyed at her chest for a full minute before he spoke. He swallowed hard, gulping air before he spoke “Um… If I gave you another two hundred Jen, could I… er… touch them? Maybe play with them a bit?”

Jennifer’s jaw dropped in suprise, she knew it was totally wrong to be doing this but in truth she was secretly enjoying the charged sexual excitement she was feeling. She hadn’t been unfaithful to Dave in the eight years they’d been together, but this didn’t really count, did it?

Now it was her turn to stammer as she spoke “Er… ok, Andy – that’ll make it f-four hundred pounds, y-yeah?”

“Sure!” said Andy, as he deposited the notes on the coffee table. He stood and walked around the low table, sitting himself alongside Jennifer. Nervously, his hands shook a little as he began to gently caress Jennifer’s chest. His warm hands grasped the ample breasts, squeezing and stroking them, his fingertips tweaking her erect nipples, lightly at first, then more strongly.

Jennifer gave a light moan of pleasure, and closed her eyes as she let the pleasurable sensations sweep through her body.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide as she felt Andy’s mouth close around her right breast, his lips clamping down on her soft flesh, whilst his tongue flickered to and fro across her nipple. His hand swirled around her left breast, his fingers simultaneously imitating the stimulation his tongue and teeth were now performing on the right one.

Jennifer intended to say ‘No!’ but the only sound that emerged from her mouth was a low moan of delight. She could feel the warmth inside her groin now and, guiltily, she knew she was soaking wet down below.

After a while, Andy’s hands and mouth released their grip on Jennifer’s body, and he sat back a little, smiling.

Jennifer’s mind was a whirl of confusion – guilt and doubt wrestled with exciting thrills and sexual arousal. She was astounded at Andy’s next move.

He pulled the roll of notes out once more, and cast it onto the table. “Er… if I made it a thousand pounds, Jen,” He hesitated, then continued “… would you… um… er… give me a blow job?”

Once more, Jennifer’s jaw dropped in astonishment. She knew she shouldn’t, but by now she was so turned on that she would’ve agreed to almost anything.

She amazed herself by wordlessly climbing from the sofa, then kneeling in front of the still seated Andy. Her hands trembled as she unzipped his trousers and, fumbling inside them, pulled out his stiff member.

It throbbed magnificently in her hands as Andy undid his belt and unbuttoned himself, to give her easier access to his erect penis.

It stood proud in her grasp, the end already glistening with pre-cum.

Jennifer eagerly dropped her head onto the cock and set to work. Pursing her lips, she slurped noisily at the droplets of semen oozing from the meatus at the end of the hard rod. She put out her tongue and pushed the tip of it firmly to the tip of the cock before her, flicking it around the top, then working her way around the purple bell, before lifting the shaft with her hand and using her tongue to tickle the frenum, knowing that that area where the foreskin attaches to the shaft is a very sensitive spot.