Candace had only a minute to recover. On the back end of a deep inhale, Declan pushed his cock back into her mouth. Candace sucked him intently. She closed her eyes and savored his cock, pushing it deep inside her warm mouth. Her hands freed, she placed it on one of his hips,relishing the stringy muscular feel of it. With the other, she massaged his frenulum, the thin, sensitive strip of skin behind his balls. Declan responded with a deep groan and heavy pounding into her mouth. Candace’s skin prickled with goose bumps as she let her desire grow. He knew how he liked it, but he couldn’t have possibly known she’d wanted him rough and unrestrained.
Candace held her mouth open, and Declan pounded his cock away in her throat. His heavy balls slammed against her chin. She tried to moan but didn't have the breath. Declan gripped handfuls of her hair and held her completely steady. Candace caressed his balls as he pushed over and over again. When he finally let up, she moaned deeply. Her mouth would be sore after this, but it mattered little. She was getting what she wanted.
Declan stepped back with a groan. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it swiftly. Candace wiped the saliva from her chin and stood on wobbly legs.
“If I had known you like it rough, I wouldn’t have taken so long to get there.”
“Well, now you know,” said Candace in a raspy, quivering voice.
Declan came forward. His mouth landed on her in a hard and drunken kiss. Candace kissed him back just as hard. Their mouths, aligned perfectly, giving and taking until their moans flooded the hallway. Candace reached between their bodies for his cock. She needed to feel it again. Her pussy was already soaking wet and throbbing for him. She didn’t want to wait any longer. Neither did he, it seemed.
Declan spun her around quickly. He positioned her, bent at the waist over the sidebar. In one swift, fluid stroke he was within her. Candace felt her legs buckle. She didn’t know if she had the strength to hold herself up. She held the sidebar table as her pussy tightened around Declan. He’d barely entered her, and she was already coming. Candace banged her fist against the table as Declan started to stroke her deep. His cock filled her so completely she was temporarily blinded with pleasure. She cried out as tremors fled down her spine and pushed her closer and closer to the edge of another universe.
Declan pushed deeper and harder. He moaned as he pounded into her pussy the same way he’d stormed into her mouth. Candace called out his name as her inner muscles continued to tighten around him. He wouldn’t let up, and she didn’t want him to. The harder he stroked her, the more prolonged the orgasm. Her legs shook as she tried to remain standing, but it was growing impossible. Declan’s thrusts were precise and uncompromising. He drove them both to pleasure. Deep and wide pleasure that threatened to drown Candace. She didn’t object.
Instead, her cries of need rang out high and unfiltered. She moaned. She whimpered. She called out his name, and Declan met each show of her enjoyment with another hard stroke. Each stroke was surer than the one before it, and Candace was breathless as she attempted to hold him within her. She didn’t want their time together to end. Her legs quivered, Declan’s balls slapped against her clit, and Candace felt delirious. Her nails clawed at the wood of the sidebar as she sought something to stabilize her. She felt like she was in over her head- like maybe Declan was more than she could handle, but there was no way that she would give up now. He was giving her something she’d been missing, and she was feeling greedier by the thrust.
Candace couldn’t believe his control. She looked over her shoulder into dark eyes, that wouldn’t waver. She moaned, and he moaned back. Candace saw the need growing in him. He was close. She wanted him to feel what he was doing to her; the way her body was suddenly humming with desires she’d learned to ignore. She closed her eyes and let her body take over. Her movements were stiff against him at first. Then, as she met his thrust, they grew bolder. She remembered hard, grinding love and that was what she wanted to replicate now. Candace leaned her forehead against the side bar. Her eyes closed and she rocked back. Steadily, languidly, she pushed her hips to meet his pelvis. Declan groaned as she pushed her hips back against him. He held her hips tightly, his fingers reddening her soft skin beneath them. When he groaned again, a strangled thickness was trapped in his voice.
Candace reveled in the sound. She pushed back harder into his is strokes. As she rode each of his forceful thrusts, Declan’s throaty grunts grew even more urgent. He was fighting for control, but it was a battle he would lose. Candace felt the tightening in her pussy pulling him in deeper. He wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. One final slam into her welcoming entry and Declan joined her in oblivion. She cried out, as the tightening in her pussy milked his engorged cock. He grunted in her ears. His staggering breaths fell from his lips as he fought valiantly to keep from falling apart. His climax seemed to go on forever. Candace would know, it mirrored the final one he’d given her. She grasped for pieces of breath as she listened to the drumming of her heart in her ears. There was no way she could go back to her humdrum life now.
Chapter 5
He’d been gone for over an hour, and Candace’s body was still humming with desire. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done, or who she’d just done it with. The last time she’d been with an eighteen-year-old boy, she’d been an eighteen-year-old girl. She giggled as she soaked in her bath. Bubbles up to her throat and the last of a bottle of wine poured into her glass. Candace closed her eyes and leaned her head back against a pillow at the head of her tub. Just hours ago, she’d been a restless housewife. Now, she felt satiated and calm. The shift in her disposition was a direct result of her time with Declan.
Candace contemplated the meaning of her shift. It could be read so many ways, but ultimately she decided to ignore it. Sure, she was lonely in her marriage. Sure. Declan had given her a great pounding, but that didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of her life. She wasn’t about to fall in love with his hard cock, and she wouldn’t let herself get careless. She wanted his hot cock again, but not at the expense of her marriage. She took a sip of the wine from her glass. She stretched her legs so that her feet rested on the opposite edge of the tub, and stared at her painted toes. Her husband wasn’t a saint himself. If he did find out about her fling, then she had his affairs to hold over his head. However, Candace didn’t intend to get found out. She would have to be discrete. They would have to be careful.
A steady ache was building in her pussy as she began to bathe. She rubbed it with the tips of her fingers. Her legs spread wider as she tried to touch the ache the way that Declan had with his tongue and his cock. Candace’s eyelids lowered. Her fingers were softer than his, but less nervous as she plucked at her swelling clit. She moaned as she thought of the way Declan had sucked, and licked her there. Her breathing grew labored as the fire he produced and extinguished started to return. She teased the sensitive bud until it was stiff and pulsed beneath her fingers. The familiar ache was tempting.
Candace thought for a moment. She couldn’t decide if her wanting to bring herself to another climax was gluttonous or not. It was clear that her time with Declan was going to be more than she’d expected it to be, and it wasn't just his skill to blame. Being with Declan reminded her of when she was a young woman held captive by her sexuality. She used to love sex, and would control herself in whatever way necessary to bring herself and her lovers pleasure. Now, her time with her husband was more of a chore, and the decision she made to keep them both entertained. Candace didn't know what had changed for her.
When had she become the obliging wife instead of the willing one? As she thought longer, it was probably around the time that she started to believe that she and her husband were getting old. Subconsciously, she’d started to pull away from him and by happenstance, her own needs. She didn’t know how to create the titillation for a man who’d seen all her tricks. Declan was only getting a sample of her, and in return he gave her a refresher course in what her body could do. Candace couldn’t remember the last time
she’d felt so turned on. If she thought long enough, she could maybe pull out a date, but it would be arbitrary. Despite her admission that she was the first to start pulling away, the truth was that her husband hadn’t actively tried to please her in years. Maybe they were both just bored with each other. Candace wasn't sure that would change. She didn't know how long this thing with Declan would last either. She only knew that she wanted it again.
Candace pulled her fingers away from her throbbing pussy. She finished her bath and climbed from the tub. Her aching body wanted more, but she didn’t want to do it on her own. After covering her body with a sweet cream, she thought of how she would like the rest of this to play out. Her husband would be home in a few days. Friday at the earliest, but possibly into Sunday if he decided to stay over. That gave her at least two more evenings that she could spend with Declan. He couldn’t just come over whenever his parents left, though. Once was fine, but twice would be suspicious. There were enough nosey housewives in their little slice of heaven to start a steady gossip. She didn’t want that to happen. If they were going to continue seeing each other, then it would have to be away from their homes. Now that she knew what Declan could handle, there was even more that she wanted to show him.
Declan woke from a nap at the sound of his mom banging on his bedroom door.
“Declan? Are you in there? I need help with groceries,” she yelled.
He groaned as he stood up. The muscles in his thighs were sore and for a minute, he’d forgotten why. Until the scent of Candace filled his nose again. He inhaled and his cock lurched. A smirk crossed his lips. He’d been wanting the hot blonde since he was a kid. Declan distinctly remembered the few times he’d been invited over by her sons, to swim or play video games. He’d always found Mrs. Hutchinson hot, and it was surreal to be with her now. She was still so firm and secure, unlike the young girls he was accustomed to dating. She had the perfect pussy too. It sucked his cock and squeezed around it like it had been molded for his dick. Her husband didn’t know what he had.
“I’ll be right down,” he yelled out to his mom as he slowly lifted from his bed.
Declan made a beeline for the bathroom adjoining his room. He rinsed his mouth with mouthwash and regretted not being able to hold Candace’s taste there longer. As he left his room, descended the stairs to go and help his mom, his thoughts were still with Candace. He wondered when he could go back over. With his parents now home for the evening, it would be a little trickier. He couldn’t just walk up to her front door now. He would have to be slick, find a system that kept his parents from catching on.
He was still deep in thought about the matter as his mother handed him bags from the market. He should have left his number or taken hers. As it stood, he had no real way to contact her about the next time they could get together. Declan wasn’t even sure she wanted the next time. For all he knew, this could just be a ploy to get back at Mr. Hutchinson for something he’d done. Part of him was alright with it being a one-time thing, but the other part of him- the part ruled by his cock - wanted more. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was a woman with limited inhibitions.
He could tell that Candace had even more in her than she was letting on. If this morning was their trial run, then the next time they got together would be explosive. He looked forward to it. As he took things to the kitchen and helped his mother put them away, he promised himself he would get details on the next time soon. He would have the whole summer to make her come, and he planned to do it as often as possible.
Chapter 6
She hadn’t expected him home. When the door opened Thursday morning, she thought it would be Declan. It wasn't that she and Declan had made plans, but that she believed he would come anyway. She nearly choked on her banana nut muffin when she saw it was her husband. Now, as they sat across from each other, Candace was waiting for something to happen. Yet, Claude seemed content to read his newspaper while she nervously drank a glass of tea.
“So, the deal went through without a hitch?”
“I wouldn’t say that, but we were able to wrap it up early. I can’t really complain. Miami is brutal this time of year.”
“Miami? I thought it was Orlando,” Candace spoke in a tempered voice.
Claude clenched the paper tighter. It was a gesture she’d seen him do before when he was scrambling to cover a lie. “Oh, well Orlando was last month sweetheart. You must have them confused.”
“Hmm. Maybe you are right.” Candace finished.
She lifted her mug to her lips and sipped the hot liquid slowly. Normally, she would argue her point, but she didn’t really care where Claude had been at this point. She only wanted him to go back. She’d finally gotten the chance to be with someone who lit her body on fire, and now he was back early. It was ironic. All the trips before this one when she craved his presence, he hadn’t come home. She’d even begged him to end things early once or twice, and he’d always had an excuse. The tables turned quickly.
As she sat on the sofa in the living room and stared out at her pool, she thought of Declan again. What was he doing right now? When would he be free? She could think of at least one place they could sneak off to, but she would have to find a way to get a message to him. Her thoughts were all over the place. There was no way she was going to let her husband’s impromptu return hinder her plans to see Declan again. Her pussy started to tingle just thinking about him. When she’d passed the sidebar in the hallway where they’d spent their first hours together, her legs wobbled. She had to have him again, and soon. She would just have to come up with a way.
Candace tapped her fingers against the mug as she thought. Claude was rambling about one thing or another, but her attention was elsewhere. As she stared out at the pool, her way out came to her in a flash.
“I hired one of the neighbors’ boys to take care of the pool. I think I’m going to let Friday be his first day.”
“You really think some kid is going to be able to keep it up all summer? We should just use the guy we had last year.”
“I cleaned the pool last year,” Candace said dryly.
“Then we’ll hire someone. I’ll call a professional,” Claude said as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket.
“In the meantime, I’m going next door to tell him he can start tomorrow.” She ignored his comment. Candace rolled her eyes as she walked away from her husband. He was still scrolling through his phone, probably on some review site looking for the best pool boy. Candace didn’t care. With any luck Declan would be the one to answer the door, and she would have her opening. She grew nervous as she took the few steps to her neighbor’s door. She took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Candace tried to look casual and hoped not to draw any attention to herself. There was something about the time she’d spent with Declan that made her feel like it was written all over her face. In reality, there was no way anyone would know what had transpired unless she or Declan told them.
Candace released a heavy breath as she waited for someone to come to the door. It couldn’t have been long before she heard footsteps coming in her direction, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, the door swung open.
“Jody, hey!”
“Hey Candace, what are you up to?”
The petite brunette with wide brown eyes so much like Declan’s stared back at Candace. Candace tried to remain at ease. Her smile was a plastic cut-out of other suburban women’s’ she’d seen. She was just trying to hold it together long enough to see Declan.
“I ran into Declan at the end of your driveway the other day. I told him I was looking for a pool boy, and he mentioned that Jordan might be interested?”
“Oh yeah, he did say something about that. Come on in. I’ll get Jordan and you guys can talk.”
Candace followed Declan’s mother inside their home. She held her breath, hoping that while there she didn’t do anything crazy and give away her secret. Candace stared at a large painting on the wall in the foyer. She hadn’t been invited deeper insi
de the lavish home, and it was probably for the best. She didn’t trust herself not to try and sneak upstairs or around corners looking for Declan. Candace was starting to sound like a feign. It seemed crazy that their one time together could make her want to risk so much to be with Declan again. Candace mentally scolded herself as she waited. She couldn’t get attached. This was just a fling, and Declan wasn’t the only man on earth with a good cock. He was just a kid for Christ sake!
“What are you doing here?”
He’d caught her off guard. His voice dropped an octave lower as he whisper-spoke his question.
“I had to see you,” Candace mouthed. “I came over to see if your brother was interested in the job. I want him to start tomorrow.” Candace said out loud.
Declan nodded,whispering,“Your husband is home.”
“I know. Are you getting cold feet about this?”
“No, just curious how we will be able to see each other,” Declan answered.
“I have to get back home, but just tell your brother that the key to the guesthouse is in the mailbox. I’m free from noon to three. He can let himself in,” Candace said loud enough for anyone to hear.
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