Extra Marital Activities

[BethJones]

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The weekend at last, thought Helen as she logged off her laptop, collected her marking and switched off the classroom lights. After teaching for 5 years she still struggled to have weekends free from marking.

Life was hectic for Helen, at the age of 24 she had married Steve, who was ten years her senior. He worked hard, often too hard and the pressures of work had been multiplyed when Helen had fallen pregnant, although baby Emma was the most beautiful baby they had ever seen, things had taken a downward spiral since her birth.

Neither Helen nor Steve were in well paid jobs, and neither really had the time needed to bring Emma up. While on maternity leave everything had been fine, the bubble burst when they had realised Helen had to return to work on a full time basis, rather than the part time basis they had originally envisaged.

School work seemed never ending, arriving home at 6pm barely managing an hour with Emma before she was put to bed. Steve was working every extra shift he could to make sure they had enough to survive, no luxuries, just survival.

The extra Steve undertook and the amount of work Helen had to juggle had led to them spending very little time together. Helen tried to remember the last time they had had a nice meal together, the last time they had snuggled together in front of the TV, the last time they had slept together, not just shared a bed, but actually engaged in physical contact.

Helen had no intention of playing away, she loved Steve. The vibrator she had bought herself definitely helped, but sometimes she needed more. She was an attractive 29 year old now, short brown shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, slim, although a small amount of baby fat didn't seem to want to budge and bubbly.

She was particularly happy that it was the weekend on this Friday, this was the first weekend that Steve and Helen were getting some time away together.

Arriving home, Helen grabbed the luggage and set off to collect Steve before finally heading off to the hotel for the weekend.

Amongst her luggage lay a little surprise, she had been and brought some new lingerie, a little black number, black lace, the material a mixture of see through mesh patches and darker material. After their meal they headed to their room, Helen casually slipped into her underwear, she admired herself in the mirror, although the small roll of baby fat still made her shudder she had come to accept that it was now part of her womanly figure.

As she returned to the room, Steve was fast asleep, the growl of his snores filling the air. Helen tried to wake him; he rolled over grunting as he did. Helen, disappointed, rolled over snuggling in close. She understood this was probably the first real nights sleep he had had in months.

Still in her sexy underwear as they woke, Helen casually ran her hand down Steve's body. Her hand gently grazed against his semi erect penis, she felt it twitch as she stroked him again, hard and ready she gave one more stroke before feeling it erupt on her hand.

Steve, a little embarrassed, rose quickly to shower. The speed of his ejaculation over shadowed the rest of the day, there was tenseness between them.

That evening Helen tried again, slipping on her underwear, the same happened again, Steve ejaculated in no time at all. He apologised, before cleaning up and rolling over. Helen tried to comfort him, it didn't work.

Despite her continued efforts over the next few weeks, sex just wouldn't happen, Steve now struggled to get an erection. The pressure of work and the pressure to perform in bed had become too much. No matter how understanding or comforting she was nothing seemed to work. All the time her desire to feel her husbands cock inside her kept growing.

 

[hfusyntar]

Jim was just the typical neighbor next door. There wasn't anything about him that would really stand out. He would help out by bringing the trash cans in if he was the first one to get in from work and was always willing to lend a hand if need be or supply some tool.

It was just the neighborly thing to do. He was fond of his neighbors as they didn't seem to cause much trouble and they weren't too noisy, something that was always a plus. Jim was divorced rather recently though it didn't seem to cause him to lose any of his pep. He just went on about life. It was a mutual thing as both just seemed to have grown apart. So perhaps not the best to be giving marital advice.

He did, however, need back a tool that he had lent out. He wasn't sure if Steve was home but he could tell Helen was. He was certain she wouldn't know what he was looking for so he would probably need to grab it himself.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The slightly fit mid-30s man walked across the lawns and up to the front door. He would ring the bell as he looked about waiting. Nothing negative was on his mind as he just was looking to get his tool back. Though if he couldn't get it, he was certain he could make do without it. It would just make his life easier.

 

[BethJones]

Helen had been home from work and had set herself up in the kitchen, laptop fired up and ready for her planning. She was wearing a pair of black tight fitting smart trousers, a black top with flowery detail around the neck line. Nothing too revealing as it would be deemed inappropriate for work, but hinted at her body hidden beneath.

The door bell rang just as she was about to start her work, finishing entering the sentence she was writing she made her way to the door. She noticed a figure snooping about outside and opened the door to see who was there. She was relieved it was Jim, not really sure what she would have said or done if it had been anyone else. They had lived next door to jim for a few years now, they got on well, he was always there if they needed something. If they were honest they had never really liked his wife and secretly they felt the split was the best thing.

"Hi Jim," she called catching him a little off guard.

 

[hfusyntar]

A smile would come over his face as he could hear the locks tumbling alerting him that someone was opening the door. He would take a step back so as not to be too imposing when the door opened. He would blink when his eyes took less than a second to adjust to the slightly darker interior of the house and the figure that stood there before him when the door opened.

At least it was a happy to see him face. He would hold his smile as he kept his hands down at his sides. "Hello Helen... is Steve home? He borrowed a tool and I was wondering if I could get it back... unless you know what a stone hammer looks like?" He didn't want to come off as rude and make her think that Steve was the only one who could help him.

He kept his gaze up around her face. Her style of dress would show off some of her body but with it mostly covered there wasn't that tease of what lay underneath.

 

[BethJones]

"Sorry, Jim, he isn't home," Helen replied warmly, "You are welcome to pop in and look, or join me for a cuppa until he gets home?" she offered, there was no rush to complete her work, after all she would be lucky to get a peck on the cheek from Steve at the moment so an early night wouldn't be on the cards.

The distraction of work seemed to be working well as the cement that was holding them together along with their daughter.

 

[hfusyntar]

A smile would be offerred to her at her suggestion. He would take either invitation as a welcome into the house. He stepped forward crossing the threshold. His body nearly rubbing against the front of her own as he stepped inside. "Well I am sure we can chat for a few.... wouldn't mind some company myself." He would look to her with that smile still on his face.

He moved into the middle of the living room area as he would await where she wanted to talk. He wasn't sure if she was working in the kitchen or else where and would rather stand there. His eyes though were busy as he did take a look over the body of Helen. Even though she had a kid, she still was beautiful. Jim was lonely at times, though he had managed to find a couple of different women to distract him when he was.

"Seems like Steve works a lot... don't see him home too much..." Friendly conversation.

 

[BethJones]

Helen, stepped aside inviting Jim in. She showed him into the living room before disappearing to prepare two mugs of tea.

On her return she invited Jim to take a seat as she bent forward placing the mugs on the table, her trousers tightened over her round cheeks, the line of her black panties clearly visible through the material. Helen had never warmed to thongs, the thought of them riding between her cheeks had put her off the idea, she preferred to simply wear tight fitting panties, occassionally slipping on something a little more sexy.

"Steve is busy at the moment, thankfully my parents help out with Emma," there was hint that all was not well in the house in the tone of her voice, however Helen was a very private person and as such didn't like discussing her personal life with others.

 

[hfusyntar]

He would catch a glimpse of her underwear as he walked around to the couch and would take a seat. A smile on his face as he looked to the offerred cup of tea now infront of him. "Well... that is one of the reasons why you gotta love grandparents... though they can tend to spoil children..."

He picked up the mug and took a drink from it before setting it back down and leaning back into the couch. His one leg crossing over the other as he looked back to Helen. He did pick up that Steve was busy and he would nod his head. His mind thinking there may be somethings around the house that were not getting done, may painting a room or fixing a wobbly table. "Well you know if you need help with anything... let me know... I can be a bit handy at times..." Warm smile offerred to her.

 

[BethJones]

Completely relaxed with Jim's company, Helen sat back in her seat. There was plenty that needed to be done around the house, "That would be wonderful," Helen began to reply, slightly embaressed, she added, "We couldn't pay you anything," money was tighter than ever at the moment which only addded to their worries.

Feeling a little uncomfortable talking about money, Helen returned to teh kitchen to take out a packet of biscuits, arranging a selection on a small white side plate she returned to the living room. She leant forward placing the plate in the centre of the glass coffee table. As she placed them down, the top of her shirt gaped, giving Jim a peek of her small 32 b breasts enclosed in the plain white bra.

She returned to her seat, not fully realising the peek she had given Jim. "So how are things with you? I haven't seen you for a while," she questioned.

 

[hfusyntar]

Jim would wave her off when she mentioned about paying him for anything he did. "Oh... do not worry about money... I wouldn't have offerred if I was looking for it.... I am just glad to help out... gives me something to do in my off hours.... I am sure you will think of some way to repay me in your own way..." In his mind he was thinking inviting him over for dinner or when they have some sort of gathering around the holidays include him perhaps.

When Helen came back into the room, Jim couldn't help but look down the front of her top. It had been some time since he had been with a woman himself though perhaps not as long as it had been for Helen with her husband Steve. He would lick his lips and be lost in a stare when he would register that she said something but not do anything about it. His attention would then snap back to her.

"Things are well.... I try to keep busy.... being alone kinda sucks.... though the freedom to do what I want... and even who..." He would laugh slightly at his comment. "is rather liberating..." He nodded his head as if satisfied with his own response as he kept his attention on her keeping his eyes moving over her upper body and face.

 

[BethJones]

"So what was it you needed?" Helen asked, a little concerned that she was keeping Jim from what her really wanted to be doing. "I'm not sure where Steve keeps his tools, but you are welcome to have look around to see what you can find," she continued.

She thought for a second, wondering if her sudden conversation change had come across rather abrupt, possibly implying she was trying to get rid of him, this of course was not the case. "Or I can do another cuppa?" she suggested.

 

[hfusyntar]

He would look to her when the conversation shifted. A smile on his face as he once again said what it was. "Concrete hammer... kinda flatter and a bigger hitting surface... I can poke around in the garage... I assume that is where the tools would be.."

He didn't feel like he was being rushed though maybe he was wearing out his welcome. He would stand from his place and look to her as he would await the directions on where to go. He was standing over her now as she was still sitting there. He would shift himself slightly closer though it was more of fixing his weight.

 

[BethJones]

Helen felt Jim get closer to her, closer than she would usually expect someone who wasn't close family to be. Despite his closeness she didn't feel the same uncomfortableness as she often felt in circumstances like these.

Helen rose to her feet, inches from Jim. "It may be in the garage failing that the garden shed," she said helpfully. There was a spark between them, a spark she had never felt with anyone other than Steve her husband. She ignored the feeling leading Jim through to the door to the garage.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything," Helen said leaving Jim to rumage through the piles of tools. Organisation had never been Steve's strong point, hopefully Jim would make more sense of the mess than she ever did.

Helen returned to the kitchen table and began to look through her paperwork.

 

[hfusyntar]

There was something there the moment she stood with him. He couldn't put his finger on it but in a way he felt he should make a move. Though the time seemed to pass as she led him to the garage. His eyes following her ass as she walked. Then she left him alone to look for the tool.

He would find it and hestitate a moment as if thinking what he should do about that nagging feeling. He would come to a decision as he walked back to the kitchen as that was where she said she would be. He would have the tool in his pocket, though the handle was hanging out of it mostly. This left his hands free.

He approached her from behind though he wasn't trying to sneak up on her. "Found it..." That would be the warning he was back in the room. What wouldn't be warned would be his hands that would rest on her shoulders as he stood there behind her. His fingers rubbing into her upper shoulder area with his thumb pressing into her upper back. He would work his strong hands over her slipping along her lower neck as well.

"You seem a little tense Helen..." Just stating the obvious.

 

[BethJones]

"Mmmm, that feels good," Helen cooed forgetting it was Jim not Steve massaging her tense shoulders. "Just work stuff, I should employ you to do this more often," she joked.

Helen let her head fall back and roll a little, enjoying the firm massage she was receiving. Her clevage clearly displayed should Jim glance down. "I wish Steve couldmassage like this," she continued feeling her body relax more and more with each firm movement.

 

[hfusyntar]

His hands would slip down a bit more running over her collarbone. His fingers widening the gap of her top some. It would expose more of her cleavage and skin to his view as he would press thumbs into the base of her neck to hit some pressure points. "Well I did take a massage class in college... crazy stuff you get credits for..."

He would lean himself into her more letting her rest against his lower abdomen as he smiled some. "Well I did say if there is anything I can do... so if Steve won't rub you like this... I will be more than happy to fill in... not like I have a beautiful woman sitting at home waiting for me..." His hands spreading to the sides slightly as his fingers would rub underneath the straps to her bra though just casually at this point.

 

[BethJones]

"Ooo, thst feels so good," Linda whimpered, enjoying the feel of Jim's hands as they worked the tension out of her shoulders. "Steve dosen't get time for massages, he is too busy with work," she continued.

Without thinking Helen unsnapped her bra, loosening the straps on her shoulders, allowing her breats to hang free, despite having a child, her breasts had remained fairly firm not sagging as she had feared they would. The soft pale breasts sat supported partially by the bra cups, the pale flesh topped with a large pink nipple, peeking slightly out.

"That should make it easier, Helen whispered as she finished settling back into the chair to allow Jim to continue working his magic.

 

[hfusyntar]

Well now, if that wasn't a sign to keep going, he didn't know one. His hands worked about shifting to the sides of her collarbone closer to her arm. Thumbs still pressing on the top of her shoulders as they would slide back to her shoulder blades then forward again as he slide his hands up and down along the front of her upper body.

His eyes could see down into her cleavage which was more one display for him now. Giving him peaks at something Steve was probably the only person, especially guy, to see. He would lean himself down shifting his feet back some to allow him to bend in closer to her. Knees bending as he wasn't exactly at the same level with her.

His face would move closer to the side of her head as he spoke low into her ear. His warm breath would be felt on her skin as his hands would slip forward. Finger tips just touching the exposed upper flesh of her breasts. He was taking his first feel of her soft breasts though he wasn't going down much further just yet. "That is such a shame he works so much and can't take care of your needs.... what other needs do you have..." Lips barely touching her though perhaps the small hairs on her skin would be able to feel his lips parting and closing as he spoke to her.

 

[BethJones]

Helen knew she shouldn't be enjoying the touch of another man, but Jim seemed to set her at ease, his touch light and playful, yet firm. Helen's head was in a swirl, she had so many needs. The massage was lowering her defences.

She was willing Jim to move his hands lower, to cup her small pale breasts. It had been years since another man had touched her, the words 'for better, for worse,' echoed in her mind. She loved Steve. There would be no going back if she let Jim continue, but how she wanted him too.

 

[hfusyntar]

No sign of distress over what was happening here. She wasn't telling him to stop or not to. Well he felt he should put it all on the line at this point. Why hestitate any longer?

His hands would dip down more into that top. Fingers just slipping around her breasts as he would push that loose bra down to her abdomen. His fingers around the underside of her breasts as he started to squeeze his fingers into the soft flesh and move them about. He would press them together and pull them apart as thumbs would trace along the pert buds of her nipples.

His lips wouldn't be content to just let his hands have all the fun as he started to kiss and lightly suck along her neck having been so close to her already. Sure this wasn't the most comfortable of position as he was up behind her while she was in a chair. Though hopefully he would be on his back or even on his knees would be delightful.

No words were said as he let his hands massage her breasts while his lips continued teasing her neck.

 

[BethJones]

Helen gasped, she knew she should stop Jim, but couldn't bring herself to do it. His firm fingers massagng her breasts felt divine. Steve had never taken the time to massage her body, his idea of foreplay was a slap on the bum followed by a peck on the cheek.

"We shouldn't..." Helen panted in a weak attempt at protest. Her body wasn't convinced, it was already starting to react to Jim's careful movements, her nipples hardened on her veiny, pale breasts, her body began to wriggle.

"...maybe once won't hurt," she gave in, there was no fight left, she needed everything Jim was offering. Helen tilted her head allowing her lips to meet with Jim's, at first the pressure was soft and delicate, almost as if it wasn't expected. As their lips sat together, the passion also grew. Their lips pressed harder together, it was unclear whose tongue moved first, but soon enough their tongues were entwined, passionately dancing bewteen the two mouths.

 

[hfusyntar]

Maybe once won't hurt. He had to smirk about the idea in his mind. Well if once was all he was going to get he was going to make it worth his wild. His mouth would react to her own lips as she turned her head. His tongue slipping from his lips to run along her own as he used it as a guide to slip passed her lips. A slight groan would be heard escaping his throat as if this was something he was glad he was finally getting.

His hands continued their massage of her breasts as he would take the time to also pinch at her nipples and give them a slight tug before letting them go back to their place of rest.

Fingers and hands would slip from the inside of her shirt as he would reachd own and start to bunch up her top as he lifted it upwards. He naked torso coming to view as he would break the kiss and stand up off to the side though still slightly behind her in the chair. Her top would be taken off having guided her to lift her arms as he dropped it to the floor. Eyes taking a moment to look over her nude upper body.

He would then moved his hands to the bottom of his own shirt as he peeled it up showing the only hair on the front of his body was a little love patch going from his belly button and down only hinting at what was underneath. He would drop his shirt to the side as well and look down to her as his left hand ran along the back of her head as his right was on the front of her rubbing her breast. "Well... once for a start..."

 

[BethJones]

Now completely topless, a cringe of self consciousness swept over Helen, the realisation that she hadn't been topless in front of any man apart from Steve snce the birth of Emma. She knew there was still some baby fat that refused to shift, no matter how hard she had tried.

Jim hadn't seemed to notice, instead he was still working on her breasts which seemed to be responding to his touch. She moaned lightly as she felt his fingers tug on her nipples. When he stopped she worried he had seen the baby fat and decided not to continue. Helen was relieved to see him take off his shirt.

Helen stood, turning to face Jim, surprised at how little hair was on his body. She pressed er body against his, letting her soft delicate breasts press against him. She reached around him, pulling him close before embracng him passionately again. She felt something hard and solid press against her, she gasped wondering if it was Jim's manhood now pressing ino her stomach.

Slowly, Helen's hands made their way to Jim's belt, slowly unbuckling it before reaching for his button skillfully undoing it and beginning to undo his fly.

 

[hfusyntar]

He would watch as she shifted from the chair and stood to face him. a moment was shared as they both seemed to look over one another before she came into him and once more they kissed. His right hand going around her to her lower back where he would lightly rub her while his left would reach up between them and caress the side of her right breast.

Tongues slipping in and out of each other mouths during the kiss as he could feel her hands slipping down and eagerly working on his belt then button then fly. That bulge pressing into her would be his erection and with the loosening of his pants, it was threatening to burst free of the confines of his boxers even and come out for attention.

His lips breaking the kiss as he once again went to the side of her neck. Mouth opening and closing as he would suck lightly on her skin. He wasn't going to leave her with any marks as that would cause her a whole entire list of troubles as he could feel his pants becoming loose on his hips just from her opening them. They weren't as tight on him as the style of trouser she wore.

 

[BethJones]

Helen slid her hand down inside Jim's boxers, her palm lightly pressing against Jim's hard cock. Slowly she moved her hand up and down exploring his manhood. In Helen's life she had only touched three cocks before this day, Steve's and two guys she had dated in her younger days. The thrill of touching another cock took over her body.

From her light fumble, Helen was well aware that Jim's cock was the biggest she had touched. She wondered how she could have lived next door to this man for so many years and never noticed his sexual allure.

Her hand now wrapped around Jim's throbbing member, slowly moving up and down his shaft, tugging him. She could feel him still swelling in her hand. Her head rested against his body as he continued to kiss her neck making her weaken at her knees.