Ashley White takes a lover

Ashley White takes a lover [part 1 of 6]
By: Lucky

Ashley White was fuming! She was livid with rage. She'd tried once again to get her husband to have sex with her, to no avail.

"What's your problem, Roger? I know it's not me. Before we met I had lots of boyfriends, more than my share of lovers, and nobody ever refused to have sex with me. But you, my adoring husband, most of the time you act as though I'm not even here! No, you act as though you don't know what's going on. No, you ... ," and she threw her hands up in despair.

Her husband looked at her with his not quite empty expression, which infuriated her even more. His handsome face was placid, void of expression. It was as though she was talking about her day while she dried the dishes. He just didn't get it!

"Roger, are you listening to me!" He was, but apparently it was in some other language. "I've tried to seduce you, I've tried to sneak up on you and jump you, I've just about begged you and tried everything I could think of. I'm at the point that I demand you provide sex! And if you aren't willing to do it yourself, find someone to fill in for you, a mercenary if you will." With that she rolled over in bed, the iron in her will hoping he might reach out to her, caress her, but after a few minutes she realized that his breathing had settled into the soft rhythm of sleep.

Infuriated even more now, Ashley ripped the covers from them both, the night breeze from the open window a cool caress on her naked body. Her anger began to abate as her thoughts turned to fantasies about sex. Her fingers went to her nipples, tingling now from her touch. Her fingertips traced the curve of her lush breasts, down her slim flanks, sending slight chills to her pussy. She had always been quick to heat up and now, with this dearth of sex, it was nearly immediate. Her imagination was taking over and the hands on her flesh were his, although she had no distinct picture of the imagined him. She laughed, thinking that in her present state any man would likely do. But then she began to feel guilty, that she should think of another man but her husband touching her, making love to her. She had always been faithful, no matter how sex starved she had been. But lately, it had been intolerable and she had craved sex like some slutty nymphomaniac.

In a matter of minutes the fingers of one hand were ramming into her wet pussy, the wetness creating a splashing sound like a plumber working on a clogged drain. Her other hand was pressed to her ripe breast, pinching her nipple until she came, groaning aloud, hoping that Roger might awaken and take her, but as her breathing slowed she felt a tear at the edge of her eye; it was useless, he was useless, and now she felt even worse.

When she woke up Roger was gone, he always left for work before she was awake. She felt relieved to be alone in her house, and in part from having played with her aching-for-sex pussy as she listened to Roger sleeping beside her, at peace in his remote little world. No, after her quite successful but not totally satisfying orgasm she'd gotten out of bed to roam the midnight-dark house. She dare not go into the kitchen, not wanting to end up having the refrigerator be her only source of gratification.

When Ashley had begun masturbating, over a year ago now, the guilt had been crushing, with her mind trying to block out fantasies of the husbands of her friends having sex with her, and if by chance she would see one of them she could feel her face redden with shame. But gradually the guilt had lessened and now it was only a fleeting thought as she brought herself sexual solace.

"I am still attractive! I'm still young, mid-twenties isn't that old. Long blonde hair, which I keep looking good with expensive cuts and even more expensive highlights; I'm told my eyes are killer blue, enough guys have told me that; I have a good teeth and a sexy mouth, a great shape, I dress nicely, I have a good sense of humor, I can play sports and even talk about them if I have to. So what is his fucking problem!" She had to laugh at her unintentional pun, and she realized that she was talking out loud to herself. Again.

These private monologues went on for a week, and gradually Ashley came to a conclusion.

"This morning is too glorious to ruin it with my whining. Fuck that, I'm going to do something about this. That mercenary comment was just an angry spur of the moment thing, but this is it. Why I still love him I have no idea, and I know he's not fucking around on me, I'd kill him for that, but I have to get some satisfaction or I'll lose my mind! And I will not feel guilty about it!"

An hour later Ashley was doing the laundry, minimally dressed in an old pair of cut off gray sweat pants, so high they showed the cheeks of her tight ass, so loose she could feel the breeze on her nude lips (which she'd shaved in one of her many attempts to entice Roger, to no avail, but now she kept them shaved, with her mound nicely trimmed), and a deep rose faded sweat shirt, the arms and shoulders cut off, the waist band as well, so the only thing covered were her breasts, and since she'd cut the neck band out the tops were also on display. "I may as well be naked." A nice thought.

"What can I do?" Her mind wouldn't let it go now. "Not a bar, I haven't been in a bar since college. Shit, I haven't a clue."

She was leaning against the washer as it spun on the last leg of the cycle. She felt the vibrations as the machine picked up speed, and she turned her body, lay forward, pressing her trim hips against the cool metal casing. "Oh, just what I need now," and she squirmed to press her wanton pussy against the machine, chuckling as the vibrating thumps began to do their magic. There came into her mind an "Ah ha!" moment, and after the spinning stopped she put the clothes in the dryer and went into the kitchen, to the phone, her pussy still tingling from her brief but interrupted ride.

""Yes, this is Mrs. White, Ashley White," and she gave the address. "My washer is getting a lot of water all over the laundry floor. Can you send someone right away?" She heard a muffled conversation, and the dispatcher was on the phone, asking for her address again, and her name. She was in luck, a repair truck was leaving immediately, he'd be there shortly.

Ashley raced upstairs and into the shower. She wanted to be at her best for whoever showed up. She rinsed off, dried and brushed her hair, then added just a bit of makeup, and was about to find some nice shorts and a top but then decided, "Fuck it! In for a penny, in for a pound," and she put her ragged sweats on again, looked in the mirror, almost changed her mind, but didn't.

"Shoes? High heels? I have great legs, but not with this outfit," and she padded back to the laundry room barefoot, threw a small pail of water on the floor in front of the washer and went to the front window in time to see the repair truck approaching. "Oh, damn, my nipples are getting hard," and she pinched them, "ummmm!"

"Yes, I'm Mrs. White, but Ashley is better. Please come in," and she smiled as he ravished her with his eyes, felt the blush as it covered her face and chest. He was a few years older than she, early thirties was her guess, with short dark hair over an almost handsome face, and she could see that his uniform showed his physique to perfection, from his broad shoulders to his prominent package. The name tag over his heart told her that he was Tom.

"You don't mind if I call you Tom?", and when he nodded she continued. "Tom, I don't know what's wrong, but I'm sure you can figure it out." She held his gaze to judge his reaction but he merely stared back, and she couldn't tell if he was hiding or hadn't gotten her meaning, so she continued. "One minute I was waiting for the spin cycle to end, and then I realized my feet were getting wet," glancing down at her red painted toenails, leaning far enough over to let him get a peek into the sweatshirt. He caught the lie immediately, but she didn't care, and neither did he. No sense beating around the bush; he probably had her number as soon as he saw those perky nipples.

"I think I know what the problem is, but I'll need a better look at things." Of course, that might sound completely innocent, but Ashley knew that he was testing the waters to be sure that he was reading the situation correctly. And she was right, Tom was thinking that he was probably going to get lucky here, but on the off chance that she was only teasing him he should be on his guard. A quick piece of ass, even one so good looking as this one, wasn't worth his job.

"Well, I don't want to distract you so I'll just take this dry laundry up to the bedroom and wait, so do what you have to do." With that Ashley turned, showing him her gorgeous butt, which she kept toned and firm from regular walking and swimming, and bent to pick up the small basket, and as she did she hoped that he was looking at not only her lovely cheeks but also, a bit lower, at the lips of her very wet pussy.

As an after-thought she decided to make certain that he would have no doubts. "Come upstairs when you're finished here," and she sauntered away, her hips swaying gently. Over her shoulder she said in a husky voice, "I'll be ready for you," then thought, oh, fuck, that's way too much!

Tom quickly removed the front casing of the washer and immediately knew that this was a set up. There was no water anywhere near the pump outlet, no dripping hoses or connections. Just to be sure he ran the washer through the initial cycle to get some water in the tub, then skipped forward to the spin cycle. Sure enough, the tub emptied with no water going anywhere but through the drain hose. He replaced the panel and quickly replayed the scenario in his mind. The only conclusion he could come up with was the lonely housewife wanting some quick action while her husband was away. This wasn't the first time he'd run into this.

A few minutes later she heard faint steps on the carpet in the hallway. "In here, I'm ready for you," and as he appeared in the doorway she walked to him, her luscious breasts jiggling with each step. "Did you find the problem?"

"To be honest, Mrs. White ... ," and she interrupted him.

"Call me Ashley."

"Well, Ashley, I looked, but I didn't find anything. I'm sure it's okay now, but you should keep and eye on it next time you use it. Now, I think I should go."

Ashley couldn't believe it! What do I have to do to get laid?, she said to herself. "Tom, thanks. I'm sorry to have taken up your time, but before you go how about something to drink. I know how hot it is out there," and she walked out of the bedroom, hearing Tom follow her back downstairs to the kitchen.

"I really should go now, uh, Ashley, but I guess I can stay for a few minutes. Something wet would be nice." That was the 'ah ha!' moment for her!

Ashley opened the refrigerator, leaned to look inside, feeling the thin strip of her cut-off shorts wedged in her pussy lips, covering only the little star in the middle of her ass cheeks. "Oh, good," she replied, her heart racing now, "I think I can give you something."

Tom thought this was the easiest piece he'd ever run into, low hanging fruit, to be sure. This lady was ripe for the plucking, and fucking. Very attractive, great body with really superb tits, and he could almost smell her wet pussy. That sheen on her thighs sure wasn't sweat.

He took the few steps across the kitchen, Ashley's body tensing as she heard the thick rubber soles of his work shoes squeaking on the tiles. When his hands touched her waist she gasped, looked over her shoulder quickly, her smile letting him know it was okay.

"Can I help you with anything?" They both knew it wasn't a question.

She could barely get the words out. "I need ... , um, ...," and he pulled her upright. She leaned back, against him, feeling his hardness through the thick fabric of his work pants pressing into the cleft of her butt. Her voice was trembling, her words came out in a rough whisper and she turned to him. "Please," as she felt his hands in her long hair, pulling her head back, leaning in to kiss her throat. Both of them were ready, more than ready, foreplay was over. He moved back a half step, his foot pushing her feet apart; her legs widened and she gasped. Ashley suddenly realized that she was no longer in charge of the situation and relief flooded her mind, vanquishing any vestiges of guilt that may have been lingering there.

Tom pulled her to him, his hands on the soft flesh of her hips until one hand dropped lower to investigate her pussy, and, no surprise to him, found it already slippery. "Oh, yeah, you're right, it's a case of too much wetness."

"I bet you can do something about that." Ashley's voice was trembling, she was breathing faster now, quick gasps as his fingers began probing within her sodden slit. She raised her head, her heart beating fiercely beneath her heaving breasts as their lips met, then their tongues. She pulled her top off, her nipples were burning as they brushed across the rough material of his shirt, and then her fingers were at work at his belt.

She smiled, more to herself than to him, and she dropped to her knees, smiling again as she saw how lucky she was today. Ashley loved big cocks. She found this one to be thick and hard, and as she pulled the foreskin back found that she wasn't the only one wet, the large head already was covered with precum, which she licked away with one swipe of her tongue, then eased her lips over the ridge of his helmet, sucking gently, wanting to make it last, it had been so long, too long! He gripped her shoulders as she took him into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the shaft, leaving a slippery trail of sensation in its wake. He knew after a few minutes of exquisite pleasure that if he didn't stop her now he wouldn't last much longer with this talented woman.

"Upstairs, Ashley, now," and he pulled her to her feet. She gave a small groan of protest but her belly began getting those butterfly feelings at the commanding tone he used, those feelings that told her that she wanted more of his strong demanding direction. She led him quickly up the stairs, her nearly naked ass making him smile as he followed.

Ashley's mind was working a mile a minute, considering where to take him. One of the spare rooms? The exercise room might be fun. Not her bedroom, their bedroom. She laughed, why not? Using the marital chamber might bring it luck, and a little more action in the future. She felt his hands pulling her shorts down, then they were both undressing him, her fingers at his shirt buttons as he stepped out of his shoes, pants and shorts, pulled off his socks.

"You're beautiful," and she meant it, her voice soft and low. He wasn't handsome but his face had that masculine attractiveness that made women get damp, and his body was strong from daily exertion, not sculpted from the gym. She lay a hand on his chest, felt his heart thumping. He kissed her, their tongues now more than comfortable with each other, their hands pulling at each other, fingers probing, nails scraping.

Tom picked her up, moved the few steps to the bed and laid her on her back, her head over the edge of the mattress, his hands caressing her body from lips to lips. Ashley knew all about this, she had been seduced into a three-way by her boyfriend in college, with his roommate. Her boyfriend had knelt on the bed between her outstretched legs as his best friend stood at the foot of the bed and face fucked her. Her only threesome, but it was forever burned into her erotic memory as the best sex she had ever experienced.

Tom stood over her, then bent and retrieved his phone from his shirt pocket, tapped the speed dial. Ashley wondered what was up, was he calling a friend, would this turn into some kind of gangbang with the guys in his shop? Suddenly she began to panic.

"Hey, I'll be held up here for about an hour, maybe two. Send Ray out for anything important that can't wait until tomorrow." He smiled as he listened. "Yeah, I'll stop and get lunch, phone the order in."

"An hour, maybe two? Aren't you afraid of getting fired?"

"It's my business; I only go out on calls when no one else is around. My lucky day today," and he gave her a grin that melted her heart.

She shivered as Tom pinched her nipples, groaned as he licked them while his hands spread her legs; she felt his cock deep in her throat as he leaned over her, his tongue flicking at her clit. Ashley bent her legs, pressed the soles of her feet against each other, straining as her nerves began firing. She could barely breathe but she came, a fast hard orgasm that only made her crave more. He stepped back enough to hold her head in his hands, his shining cock head was right there in front of her face. She looked up at him with adoring eyes, took him into her mouth again, her teeth lightly grazing the bottom side of the shaft as he pushed in, her fingers tracing trails of sensation on his balls.

Oh, this was too good, he had to cum. He fucked her face, no other words for it, and she gagged but kept sucking him, his balls slapping against her forehead.

He pulled her off the bed, spun her around and spread her cheeks. "No, not there, please," but she needn't have worried, he wasn't interested in anything but her pussy. He bent behind her and pushed her onto the bed again, spread her legs and licked, sending shivers through her body. His fingers made way for his tongue, sucking on her lips as her juices seeped into his mouth until she was shaking in another climax.

While she was still gasping for breath, her hips still straining in ecstasy, he spread her cheeks again, rubbed his dripping cock down over her tight brown knot, and pushed into her pussy in one long delicious thrust. Her senses were so highly tuned now that she could hear the sound made by his cock slipping through her wetness.

"Tom, fuck me, ah, yes, just like that," as he rammed into her, his hands gripping her breasts, pulling her nipples until she screamed, and when he felt her cunt tighten around him he shoved his thumb into her ass and he came, driving as deep into her as he could, his body jerking with each spurt of his lust. Ashley fell forward, her screams muffled by the bedspread, which she held onto with clenched fists.

She felt empty when he pulled out of her, but she was dimly aware that he hadn't merely slipped out, he was still hard. He crawled onto the bed and Ashley pushed him down. "My turn now," and she held his rampant cock with both hands as she straddled him, looking into his blue eyes while she let her body descend, her eyes rolling back in her head as the ecstasy overtook her. When they were completely joined she gripped his hands and they fucked for what seemed like hours. No words were spoken. They went from slow and easy lovemaking to hard and fast fucking, with Ashley cumming nearly continuously. She'd never experienced anything remotely like this and in the back of her mind she wondered how long she could continue this kind of behavior and still maintain her normal life. Then Tom came again; she rocked in yet another orgasm, and when she could breath normally they were lying face to face on their sides, sweating, exhausted, smiling.

They talked for more than a few minutes and Tom realized that, aside from her luscious body and the incredible sex, he liked this woman. He'd have to find a way to see her again. But she beat him to it.

"I think I'll need a follow up servicing next week."

"Sorry, I'm booked solid next week ... ," and her lovely eyes saddened as she frowned, " ... but tomorrow is wide open."