Delia

When: July 2001

Status: Married six months, no kids
Occupation: Data Entry Operator

Meetings: 1

Age: 27
Quotable:  "I can't stop cheating...what's wrong with me?"

I love Cleats. Well, I did when we were in Ohio. I met a lot of women there, and their wings were pretty good as well.

Cleats' wings, not the womens' wings.

One Friday night in July of 1981, Alex was on the road and I wanted a quick hook-up. And I knew where to go. I got there around 9:00 and took an open seat at the bar. I surveyed the place and couldn't see any unattached females. And by unattached, I mean women sitting alone, not single women.

I took a seat at the bar and saw a gorgeous blond woman in her late twenties nursing some wine. She was wearing a jean skirt and mint green tank top. I was surprised at how quiet it was for a Friday night. That made me very happy.

Because Tank Top Girl was all by her lonesome.

I ordered a beer and took a sip. Then I looked over and smiled at her and nodded. She smiled and nodded back.

"How's your life going?"
"Shitty."

"That's not good."
"That's how it goes when you're married to a dipshit."

"That's what my wife says."

She got a laugh out of that.

"I'm Delia. You are?"

"Ryan."

She got up and sat next to me.

"So, you fighting with your wife or something? Or just sneaking in a beer?"

"She's out of town on business."

"Ah...."

"Why so mad at hubby?"

"He was boozing it up with a buddy--again--at our house. I hate that guy....yet Dave keeps brining him over. I got pissed. The buddy threw the bitch word at me. Hubby laughed and I kicked both their asses out."

"That's bullshit. He should've kicked that friend's ass."

"Thank you! So he'll come back tomorrow afternoon.....beg me to forgive him....all that...."

"This has happened before?"

"No. But it's his standard operating procedure, you know? He acts like a dick and begs my forgiveness."

"Vicious cycle?"

"Bingo."

We chatted for another half hour. Finally, she looked at her watch and said, "Well, I guess I should get going."

She was fairly toasted at that point.

"I know we just met, but you want a ride home?"

"Well....I am a little buzzed......"

"I can just drop you off and leave."

"Or not. I mean, you are married, but you know....if you want to stay and chat, that's cool."

"Nothing wrong with talking."

"Yeah, true. So.....wanna go?"

We walked out of Cleats and as we hit the parking lot, I reached over and grabbed her hand. She squeezed it and we walked to my van. When we got there, she turned and we kissed for a minute. I reached down and put my hands under her skirt and felt up her ass.

She pulled away and said, "Let's go. If we keep chatting here, we'll get arrested."

Five minutes later I was parking my van a few doors down from her place. She grabbed my hand and we walked into her house and up to her bedroom. Delia went over to her answering machine and played the message from her husband.

Peekaboo!

"Hey baby. Sorry about earlier. I'm staying over at Ray's tonight and we'll talk tomorrow." 

 I wasn't too worried about him showing up; he sounded pretty drunk, so he probably just passed out. Still, when Delia ran to the bathroom, I eyed possible escape routes, just in case.

I then stripped out of my clothes and waited for Delia to come out of the bathroom. She came in, saw my hard-on and smiled. She then got on her bed and started a striptease. i grabbed my camera and started clicking away.

After she was completely naked, she walked over to me and we kissed. Delia kissed her way down my chest and got on her knees and started sucking my cock. I picked up my camera and clicked away as she blew me.

After a few minutes (and plenty of pics), I groaned that I was gonna cum. Delia said, "In my mouth, baby." and I shoot my load. Delia smiled and then swallowed my cum.

Delia ran to the bathroom to wash her face and came back. I laid down on my back on her bed and when she got back i told her to straddle my face. She climbed up and I started eating out her pussy, sliding my tongue in and out. She threw her head back and played with her nipples while I continued to eat her and play with her ass.

I started to suck hard on her clit and that finally drove her over the edge. Delia moaned loudly and came. She got off me, smiled, and said, "Fuck, I love being eaten out!"

She laid on her back and I leaned over to kiss her. As i did, I moved my hand down to her pussy and she spread her legs.

Time to take her to the Pilot!

Her saved pussy was wet and already nice and lubricated for my hand. I finger-fucked her for a moment and then got down to work, massaging her pussy with my palm. i alternated speed and pressure for several minutes and worked her towards another orgasm. We continued to kiss as the Pilot did it's work. After five minutes or so, Delia started breathing faster and I knew that she was close.

I pulled away and when she started moaning, I slid my finger right into her ass. She grunted and jerked a bit and then let out another loud moan and came.

We started kissing again, this time for about fifteen minutes. Mr. Happy, my best buddy and financial advisor, was starting to show signs that he wanted more action. Delia reached down and started stroking him. That really made him want more action.

Delia put my cock in her mouth again and got it hard again. She then grabbed a condom out of her nightstand and rolled it on my cock. Then she mounted me and slid down my cock.

She rocked back and forth slowly while i played with her tits. After a minute, she leaned down and kept rocking and i started sucking her nipples. She lowered her head and moaned that she was coming.

After she came, Delia rolled off me and laid on her back. i got on top of her and slid my cock into her pussy again and started fucking her fast. I laid down flat against her, feeling her tits pushed against my chest. We started kissing again as i slid in and out and soon groaned that i was going to cum. Delia said, "Me too...cum with me baby..." and I took a couple of more thrusts.

Delia came at the same time I did. After we came, I laid there for a minute with my cock still inside of her pussy. After we caught out breath, she smiled, kissed me, and said, "I wish my dipshit husband could fuck me like that!" and laughed.

The lamp in the background didn't survive the night.

I pulled out and threw away the condom. Delia, who was still pretty buzzed, went and brought back a few more beers. We kissed, talked, and drank (well, she did most of the drinking) for another hour. I knew that she wouldn't be able to stay awake too much longer, so i reached around and started playing with her ass.

"That feels nice, hon."

"You like?"

"Uh huh."

I then slid my finger inside her asshole.

"Yeah....."

I rolled her onto her stomach and rimmed her, sliding my tongue in and out of her asshole. She started groaning and I ate her ass out until she started moaning. I kept working my tongue up and down her crack until she cried out that she was cumming.

She stayed on her stomach and I grabbed a small bottle of lube out of my pocket (hey, you gotta be prepared for any situation, just like the boy scouts). I put some on my finger and put it in her ass, getting it lubed up. Then I rolled on another condom and gently shoved it into her asshole.

Delia let out a low groan and I continued to ease my cock into her ass. I leaned down and whispered, "You like this, honey? You like my dick in your ass?" All she did was groan.

I slowly fucked her ass for a couple of minutes and then we got on our sides. Delia held her leg up and I slid my cock into her ass again. Delia started fingering her pussy as I slid in and out, gradually increasing my speed. I slid my arm under hers and started grabbing and playing with one of her tits.

After several minutes, Delia groaned and said, "I'm cumming....keep fucking me....I'm cumming...."

Her body stiffened up and she came. I pulled out of her ass, straddled her stomach, and took off my condom. Then I jerked my cock until I came all over her stomach and tits. After I shot, Delia got up and went to the bathroom. On the way, she stumbled slightly and knocked a lamp into the floor, breaking it.

At this point, of course, I was holding out hope that this could turn into something steady. I wasn't lacking for playmates, but a lady who looked and fucked like Delia was definitely a keeper. And her being into anal was just an extra plus on her side.

But guilty consciences are my greatest enemy at times. Delia emerged from the bathroom crying. She sat down on the bed. I guess she started sobering up. That or the site of all of my cum on her jolted her back to reality. Either way, my fun was over. And as far as I was concerned, that sucked.

"I can't believe I did that....."

"All you did was look out for yourself. You needed company. Nothing wrong with that."

She looked at me and said, "You can lay off the bullshit. You got to fuck me." Then she caught herself and apologized.

"I'm sorry. I'm just upset. And drunk. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Why don't you lay down for a few minutes."

She was pretty tired, and I knew that if I could get her to close her eyes, she'd fall asleep and I could escape. She stretched out on her side and I turned the lights out and laid with my arm around her. She squeezed my hand and about five minutes later passed out.

And you bet your ass I did what you think I did.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and got dressed. I then went downstairs and took a couple of beers for my trouble and exited out the front door. I was free. i drove home and went to bed.

I know it sounds lousy, and really, it was. But having fucked more than my share of married women, I know when a bad scene is on the horizon. I know when the woman is going to react badly. The light of day shines the light on the indulgences of the previous evening.

Pretty nice, huh? I'm a fucking poet.

This girl was going to light me up when the morning came.. I knew it. I could feel it. And while i'm usually good at avoiding this nastiness, I have gotten caught up a few times in it.

Ah, but I can't wrap this up without showing you what dumbass I can truly be.

The next weekend, I went back to Cleats. Me wanted more yum-yum! I could've gone to another bar, but no, it had to be Cleats. So I waltzed in and moseyed up to the bar and looked across and saw Delia. And she was talking to some huge dude. And I recognized that huge dude from the pictures at her place: it was her hubby. Before I could get up and get the fuck out of there, she saw me.

Not good.

She tapped him and pointed at me and whispered something to him. He looked over and I knew that it would be in my best interests to get out of there. I don't know what she said, but I imagine it was something like, "Hey, that guy kept hitting on me last week." That or maybe I tried to force myself on her or something. Either way, I didn't want to find out.

Luckily, it was much more crowded than it was the previous Friday night, so I managed to get lost in the crowd very quickly. I squeezed out of the front door and got in my van in record time. As I started my getaway, I saw the guy on the other side of the row of parked cars and stopped. I lowered my window, said, "Hey!"

He looked at me and started coming toward my van. I shot him the finger and said, "Your wife's a great piece of ass, motherfucker! I loved her shaved pussy!" I drove about twenty more feet and stopped.

"Oh, sorry about that broken lamp! And did you have to come back and pick up her car?"

Then I drove away. I could see him flipping me off in my rear view mirror. Shit, I was rolling. And if Delia hadn't come clean about fucking a guy at their place a week earlier, I'm sure he was going to ask her how I knew she had a shaved pussy and how I knew about the broken lamp. Hey, she started it.

I figured that luck was on my side that night, so I drove over to another bar to see if I could find some fun. And I did, with a lovely young married lady named Marla. But that's for another entry.

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