I Potted a Couple More Balls Than Expected
Good Neighbors Part 3 of 4: Heat of the Moment Revenge Sex - He told me I had the hottest butt in the village.
The characters — Kate and Pete — in this tale appeared twice recently as neighbours who got down and dirty in the pub toilets and then a sneaky Christmas handjob. Their story continues, but can be read as a stand alone.
Arriving back to an empty house after all the fun at the club was a bit of an anticlimax for sure — when what I needed was an intense orgasm. Let me bring you up to date…
Playing with Santa’s hot rod had made me wanton to say the least. I undressed for bed and jumped in between the sheets naked — cotton caressing skin. I pushed my body down into the mattress, pretending the material was fingertips exploring my curves. In my head I returned to the club and rather than my hand being on Santa-Pete’s cock, in my fantasy I had scooted across the seat and sat on his lap.
His rod slid into my core, pushing up as far as possible. While his arms encased me, we moved slowly to avoid any attention. Facing forwards I pushed my clit down to meet his balls, achieving a delightful chafe and finally, with this vision in my head, my fingers ripped a much-needed orgasm out of me.
I slept deeply and woke to the phone and my son wishing me a Merry Christmas. This was my cue to shower and dress for a family get together at my brother’s house, where I remained, along with my parents and sister, for the next three days. Eating, drinking and in bed at night seeking out my sex to remind myself I was a desirable woman. And I could not deny my head, heart and cunt burned to be with Pete again.
The day before returning home, checking my mobile, I noticed there was a missed call from him. I wondered if he’d been thinking of me and wanking in the shower or — hell — over his sheets, wishing it was my perfume he could smell on the pillow.
My immediate reaction was to call him back, but then I stopped myself. This was a perfect opportunity to pop round the following day and say hi, and mention I saw his number pop up on my phone.
Genius, I thought…
Back at my place, I changed into something sexy but casual and waited until about five to nip up the road to his house. In my head the timing was perfect as he would suggest a drink at the social club which opened at half past. Or hopefully propose I stay for dinner. Yep, that is how a female’s mind operates when on heat!
The light from his kitchen shone onto the drive as I walked along the path, but as it was dark, I knew I had the better view being on the outside.
I’d had a quick G&T for Dutch courage before I left so was feeling good, confident and smiling as I approached the door.
Before knocking, I glanced sideways through the bay window and saw him, side on, embracing a woman with long blonde hair, tight jeans, and it has to be said a very peachy ass. She pulled back and smoothed Pete’s hair from his face, all the while looking him in the eyes. In return, he was talking to her intently.
What… a cosy couple! I am sure my heart missed a beat.
My hand stopped in mid-air in front of the door and with mouth open and a knot in my stomach, I literally walked backwards towards the gate.
What the fuck… Yeah he was gorgeous — and this woman looked beautiful… Goodness, Pete certainly hadn’t wasted any time. Where was she on Christmas Eve when his cum was spilling out over my hand?
In a rage, I stomped down to the community centre. The doors were just opening as I arrived. I bought a large glass of wine and changed up a handful of 50 pence pieces for the pool table and began hitting those balls hard and long into the holes, with Pete on my mind.
A few of the guys who worked at the refinery in the nearest town were at the bar. I’d seen them before, usually on a Friday night before they went home to their families. One of them, Mick, challenged me to a match — best of three. After I won the first, he upped his game by buying me another large Pinot and of course mine slipped. I used to be in the ladies county team, so you can tell my faculties were by now compromised greatly.
Towards the end of the match, more than once Mick sneaked behind me while I was playing my shot, lined his crotch up with my ass as I leaned over the table, and whispered in my ear, telling me I had the most fuckable butt in the village. Well, to be honest, that wasn’t difficult. We were a hamlet of families with many older people, but I was angry and horny, so basking in the heat of the here and now, I suggested we take our drinks outside.
He followed as if imprinted on me. I took him to the other side of the car park and thinking of Pete embracing the blonde beauty, took him into my arms. Within seconds, he’d hitched up my skirt as he shoved me against the fence.
Mick wasn’t a small guy, he worked out, so was able to lift me slightly, holding me in place as his cock snaked past my scanty panties into my sex. In one movement he’d thrust in deep and hard. I knew for me this was a revenge fuck, but nobody would ever know. After all, Mick wouldn’t be telling anyone in case his wife found out.
I wrapped my legs around his middle, pulling his cock in deeper, grinding against him. He felt better than good. Just at that moment, when it was clear we were both reaching our peak, a vehicle drew up into an empty space a few meters away. Lights blaring, blinding, as I looked over Mick’s shoulder. Then, the engine was turned off, a car door banged and suddenly in the dim night sky I’d become accustomed to while fucking this guy I hardly knew, a voice said, “Kate?”
Looking over, I saw Pete and the blonde standing beside the car.
What the fuck. I hadn’t even come!
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