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A VISIT FROM RON
By: Mr. Gingerbread (GinnyMay24@cs.com)A VISIT FROM RON
By Mr. Gingerbread
(a story found on my husband’s hard-drive that’s a different version of Ron and me screwing in the woods. Gingerbread)
I came back home to California late in the evening from a short business trip. My mother-in-law (I called her Mother) was visiting my wife and me for a few days. When I arrived, I kissed my wife, Beth, and gave Mother a cursory hug. Although Beth didn’t look too happy when her mother visited, she was obviously excited to see me, making me the same. She always looked good, felt good, and smelled good. After we exchanged a few routine sentences of greeting, Mother burst out with, Beth, didn’t that visitor tonight want to see Will (me)?
No, Mother, Beth answered, looking briefly at me and rolling her eyes, Ron just wanted to talk with me about some troubles he’s having at home, and I didn’t think I should bother you by discussing them here, so we went out for a walk.
Mother shrugged, but I said, What in the hell was Ron doing here? Ron was our handyman.
He was an associate in the company we both worked for. Beth and I had known him for several years. She knew him a lot better than I did. He had fucked her on numerous occasions. Right now it seemed Beth wanted her mother to believe Ron lived down the street. Suddenly I smelled a rat and raised my eyebrows at Beth, who said, He has a serious problem, Honey. I’ll tell you all about it later.
I couldn’t help but ask her, Were you able to help him with his problem?
I tried, she answered unabashed.
We sat around in the living room talking for some time before Mother stood up and said, I’m tired, Beth, I’m going to bed.
As soon as Mother was out of hearing range, Beth gave me that what-do-you-expect look, and said, I don’t want to talk here. You’ll like it a lot better if we go to bed now too.
I agreed. A pang of jealousy and excitement had shot through me. Beth called it delicious pain. God knows she had afflicted me with it often enough. I couldn’t stand it and I also couldn’t stand to be without it. I had decided it was some sort of addiction, as in Goddamn her to God love her in one microsecond. But, wasn’t she kidding? How could anything have happened in a walk around the neighborhood? It was cold out there.
I had to unpack and shower. She was all ready for bed, wearing a light robe over a loose-fitting shift which came down to just above her ankles. She wore nothing underneath. She had the same design in various bright colors. Tonight it was purple. I liked them because they rippled over her body as she moved, revealing her curves in many different ways. Also, there was instant access to her naked body—no buttons, fasteners, zippers, belts to deal with.
By the time I came out of the shower and dried off, she was snuggled on her side in our king-size bed, turned away from me. I smiled to myself. She was pretending not to expect what she was going to get—the third-degree. I got in bed naked, pulled the covers up, and didn’t say a word, relishing what lay in store.
All was quiet for a few minutes. There was some flouncing around and readjustment of her bed-clothes. Finally, she rolled over onto me, throwing a leg over mine, putting her head on my shoulder, and sliding her hand along my belly until she found and gently grasped my soft penis. OK, she said, Aren’t you going to ask me?
I already asked you, Honey. What- was Ron doing here?
I don’t know what he is doing in general, but I know what he was doing here and so do you.
Tell me about it then
He just knocked on the door right after Mother and I finished some soup and salad for dinner. When I opened the door and saw him, I stepped outside on the stoop and told him he couldn’t come in because my Mother was here and you weren’t. He said he really wanted to see me. He said he had something serious to tell me. You know how he is. It’s hard to tell what he means.
Not for me, it isn’t, I said knowingly. She ignored that and went on.
I asked him if it was so important he couldn’t wait. He told me it was very important.
Oh, sure! I reacted. She gave my cock a little pull and asked me, Do you want to hear this or not? I said I did and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.
‘Look’, I said to Ron, ‘If you really want to talk, I’ll go tell my Mom we’re going for a walk, that you need privacy.’ So I told her, put on my jacket and came back out. We started walking up the hill on our side of the street. I took his arm and asked what it was that was so important. I should have known.
He answered, ‘I want to fuck you, that’s what’s important.’ I explained that I had told you it was over between us, or, I should say, among us. And besides I wasn’t about to screw him in front of my mother. I really didn’t want to do this.
I stopped dead on the sidewalk and tried to turn around, but he grabbed me and said he had to have me and started walking me back up the hill. Right then I felt that surge inside me, starting in my pussy and spreading. I thought, Oh God. It’s happening to me again.
We walked on up the hill. I could see we were going nowhere. Up the hill we would run into more houses.
I didn’t really see how we were going to do anything, but I led him off the road into that copse of trees on the right. There was no light in there. We started stumbling around. I guess we were holding each other up. When we were deep enough in that we couldn’t be seen from the road, I stopped him and he put his arms around me and kissed me. You know, he’s a big man, but not sinewy, so it’s no thrill to be jammed up against him, but he can kiss OK. I was liking it, the heat spreading, and my nipples, way down underneath my jacket and shirt, were responding, and our breaths were steaming around our faces. You know that feeling; the spit on the outside of your mouth is cold and it’s nice to feel the difference because the inside of his mouth and yours are so hot.
She paused to say to me,Baby, I can feel you’re getting hard. Ha!
Of, course, she was right. Go on, go on, I said.
We were kissing hard and he was groping, getting under my jacket and then under my clothes—
I interrupted, What were your wearing? adult cartoons stories
My sweats only, no bra, no panties. He quickly found he could go right down between my legs and feel my twat with no problems. He turned me sideways a little and really started rubbing, making me hot. He was through to my breasts also. The only thing that kept us together was my arms around his shoulders. We hadn’t stopped kissing. We were sort of stumbling around again and, suddenly, my back was up against a tree. It jarred us both, but he immediately realized the significance. He had me pinned. He knew now he was going to get me. He already had felt I was wet, my sweat pants were already off my hips, my cunt was already available to him. He simply zipped down his fly. I took an arm from around his neck and grabbed his hard shaft. You know, Honey, it was familiar. I couldn’t see that ant-eater shape, not knobby at the end, but I could feel it.
He was already slippery. I lined it up with my pussy, full of lust now, wanting it in me, and pushed him in thrusting with my hips. To drive it home he had to bend his knees because I had already spread my legs some, and tilted my hips to clear the way. I have to admit that it was beautiful. I heard myself moaning. I came right away, delightful paralysis ; he didn’t fool around. Started fast and accelerated. My butt was being banged against the tree; I could feel the bark scratching a part of my right cheek that was bare. That just lent a dollop of additional feeling. I had another orgasm before he came and one more as we came together.
I had kept my moans low to avoid waking the neighborhood. Not yelling out actually seems to reduce the feelings I get from my orgasm, but not very much. I know you remember Ron doesn’t make much noise. We stood there a while against the tree, catching our breaths. ‘I have to admit I loved that,’ I told him. I wiped him off with the tail of my sweatshirt, pulled up my pants, wiping myself off on the way up. I thought that would be good enough to fool my Mom.
Back at our stoop, he thanked me (but not with the profuseness I deserved. He never does, you know. He always seems to think he has done me a favor).
Anyway, when I walked in I saw I had been gone less than a half-hour. I anticipated my Mother would say something like, ‘Well that was a short walk, Sister’. And that’s just what she did…That’s it, Honey.
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She rolled up on me still holding on to my erection, underneath her now, and stuck her tongue in my mouth.. Until then I hadn’t noticed she was naked. Honey, she asked, do you want sloppy seconds?
God yes, I do.
Please, dear, don’t waste any time, I’m ready.
She reared back. I helped by putting my hands under her arms and lifting. She sat down on my erection. Oh my, she was sloppy and hot.
I stared at her beautiful torso, into her beautiful eyes which were staring fixedly, and cupped her beautiful breasts with my hands, as she rode me, keeping quiet because of her mother but frenzied in her actions, pausing a bit every time she came, which was often, until I orgasmed powerfully, leaving my spoor in there with Ron’s and hers.
Afterward we lay close and talked to each other about our love. I finally pointed out that we had to start all over again discussing whether we should end it with Ron again.
