The end of Mrs Legs

So she dropped the bombshell on me this morning.

I had been avoiding her a little, due to the fact that I had been gone for over a month and I really wanted to spend time with my wife. I did manage to sneak in a few quickies here and there but I could tell that there was something on her mind. Then last week she just dissapeared off the face of the earth. I figured something just came up and brushed it off thinking that she was busy.

Last night she asks if I wanted to meet for breakfast at IHOP. Then it hit me, something is wrong. Damn. I met her there, ordered food, and made small talk. How 'ya been, what 'ya been up to? Light conversation, nothing beyond the superficial.

Then after we finished eating, her face just turned completely white, and she starts talking about her marriage, and where that is going. Apparently her husband starting to bring up the idea of children a few months back, and that he's pretty adamant about the fact that he wants to raise some little ones. He even tried to get her to get off the pill. She has been lying to him saying that she is off birth control, which made him go to a doctor to get his sperm checked, and it came out fine. Now he wants her to go to the fertility doctor, in which case her husband will find out that she is still on birth control.

To make this very long story a short one, she doesn't want children yet. BUT for now she wants to cool things off between the two of us for a while until she gets this figured out. I agree that us spending less time together is probably a good idea given everything that is going on.

To be quite honest the cooling off period lasted until we walked out of the reasturant and I jokingly asked if she wanted a quickie before we part ways. I hadn't finished talking before she yelled 'YES' and we were sprawled in the most uncomfortably cramped position in her back seat, parked behind IHOP.

The cooling off period starts now...


EDIT: After writing this I realized how depressed I have been all day.

She missed me

I finally saw my good friend Mrs Legs today. She missed me, we hadn't seen each other since just about the end of October, and it's almost the end of November. We had talked a few times but our paths hadn't really had a chance to cross, mostly due to me traveling.

I walked into her house around 9 this morning, she was alone, and waiting for me. She had left the door open for me, and I let myself in. She was running late, and I was a little early. The reason that this was a problem was because ewe had already talked on the phone, and I had made mention that I vaguely remembered seeing a corset hiding in the back of her closet an while back, and I thought it would look incredible on her.

I was right.

Boy was I right.

As soon as I walked into her place she was running up the stairs to her room to finish getting dressed, but the small glimpse that I caught was enough to give me an incredible erection. I couldn't help it. I just stood there, two feet in the door, my hand stroking myself through my pants staring at the stairs for her to come back down.

I guess she couldn't find the rest of the outfit because she walked back down the stairs, with a sad baby face on, telling me that she lost some clothes. I couldn't help but smile, the view from my end was great. She sort of bopped her way down the stairs, and threw her arms around me and gave a huge passionate kiss. She was very glad to see me.

I picked her up and carried her to the couch, her thighs wrapped around my waist as we continued to kiss. I was able to lay her down on the couch without breaking free of her kiss. We didn't stop as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I wanted to be in her more than anything else, but not yet. Instead I reach down and put some pressure on her clit with my head. She was wet beyond belief.

Her had had found my pants and was frantically searching through my pockets. She was ready for me, and I would not stop her. She found it, tore it open, and put in on as fast as she could, knowing the faster it was on me the fast I was in her.

The first thrust of my cock, caused her whole body to tense up, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her feet pulling me in, while her thighs tightened to keep me out, her pelvis angled itself to take me.

I didn't try to be gentile, with every ounce of strength I pushed against her, over and over. Then I stopped and slid myself firmly in. I pulled out at an angle so that my shaft slid right off her clit, and I thrust back in the same way. Then out.

I motioned for her to flip over and leaned her over the arm of the couch. It squeaked with each movement that we made together. Until I came. I pulled her onto me sitting her on my lap as I throbbed in her, she did not stop playing with my balls, and kept me hard for a little while extra. I finally had a good chance to look at her costume, a small slightly rigid pearl white corset that covered half her nipples, holding her breasts firmly in place. It fit her perfectly.

Being the day after thanksgiving, her husband at work, and me out riding we had all day together, and what a day it was.

Rain rain don't go away

I was going to go running with Mrs Legs this morning, however the weather had decided that it would keep us indoors. As much as I truly do enjoy being outside in the cold rain, with a thin layer of clothes on, I had to pass. Instead we decided to stay in and have breakfast together. I'm not a cereal person, but that is all she had in the house. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of her bending over to grab the box out of the cabinet. I don't know if she did it intentionally for me or not, but she bent over at the hips, her legs slightly farther than shoulder length apart, giving me a perfect view.

I'm not sure what came over me but I told her not to move, and to just stay there. I ran to the other room, grabbed a condom from out of my bag, tearing my clothes off as I went. I ran back into the kitchen completely naked trying to put the condom on a not yet ready dick, which was a completely futile effort. I turned the corner into the kitchen and she is sitting there pouring milk into the cereal. My spur of the moment plan didn't quite work.

Standing there naked for some reason was the most embarrassing feeling. I was completely out of touch with her intention for that moment. I had taken her display of the female anatomy for a sexual advance, and she was trying to make breakfast. It killed the moment and I sat down and tried to crack a joke. I just sat there, naked, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh at me. Our discussion drifted toward some markings that my wife had left on my chest in a from our drinking adventures this weekend.

After we ate I grabbed the bowls, walked over to the sink and started to clean them. As soon as the water was on I felt her kiss my butt, and start to slide her hand up the my inner thigh. She grabbed me hard, cupping my balls in her hand as she stroked my cock with her fingers. It got me hard. She continued to kiss my ass as she started to stroke me from bellow.

I motioned for her to stand up, and she continued to kiss me as she worked her way up my back. One had found it's way around my waist to my penis, the other started to play with my nipple. She just rested her head on my back and caressed my chest, teasing me with her fingers. Then she dug her nails deep into my skin and dragged them across, almost from one shoulder to the other. I really enjoy some light pain during sex, but with a mistress it isn't usually an option, the markings already on my body gave her permission to make more.

I lifted her up onto the island in the middle of her kitchen and climbed on it with her. While I fucked her she kept running her nails across my chest and back telling me that she really enjoyed doing that, and she wished that she could do it more often. She started to talk real dirty saying thing that truly surprised me, and her words were enough to make me cum for her.

I ran out of the house an hour later, she really did a number on me, and later in the day some of the markings were far more noticeable than expected. I think I'll just have to wear a shirt to bed for the next few days.

The VPILF

I this morning I woke up late. i had plans to run with Mrs Legs, but it just wasn't in the cards for today. I called her up at 8 (our usual meet time was 7) when I finally walked out my front door. She realized I wasn't going to make it and left to go run some errands. So being the exciting and loyal employee that I am I show up work almost an hour early (bonus!).

It was a long morning at work. I sent a few explicit messages back and forth to Mrs Legs. Pretty much along the lines of:

Me - Sorry about this morning
Her - It's Ok I had to do the work myself
Me - Yeh?
Her - It's not the same as a penis
Me - What no cream filling?
Her - Haha, it's the best part of the twinkie
Me - Yeh I still got some left
Her - I'm hungry. Doing anything for lunch?
Me - Hopefully you

That was it. Lunch plans were settled. I had to make up a lame excuse about having to run some errands to get out of a previous lunch engagement. I also left a note on my desk saying that I'll be back from lunch late (I have a very good amount of flexibility in my schedule). I actually wound up leaving a little early for lunch and drove over to her house.

She was in the middle of trying on Halloween costumes that she had bought. I didn't realize how hard it was to get dressed up for one night. For me it's not complicated. I just throw something together and go out, last year I was a terrorist, this year I am going to be a 20's style gangster. She had a half dozen costumes picked out on her bed and wanted me to tell her which one she looked best in. She had tried them on for her hubby the day before but according to her, he just didn't seem to care.

I don't get it. If you have a girl who is more than willing to dress up for you, model skimpy clothes and act sexy why would you say no? I was pleasantly happy to be her personal fashion judge. Ok back to her clothes.

So she had all her outfits on the bed. I sat in the corner of her bedroom on a small chair and one by one she would take them into the bathroom, change and come out and model them for me. The outfits were great.

Costume 1 - It looked like a referee outfit, the shirt was black and white stripes and had a low cut neck that showed off her cleavage, and had a small black mini skirt, add to that her tall fuck-me boots. She walked out in front of me turned around bent over made a few jokes about a foul ball, and shot into the bathroom again to change.

Costume 2 - The second attempt was a cheerleader outfit, again, incredibly sexy. She did a little cheer for me bounced around like she was 15.

Costume 3 - This one got me. She walks out wearing a white dress suit. Her hair was done up and she was wearing a pair of glasses. I had no clue who she was supposed to be. She walked right up to me straddled my one knee, and blurted out "I'm just a horney hockey mom doncha know, do ya have a puck that you can score in my goal?". I couldn't help but laugh, even though she was doing her best sexy impression of Palin that she could. Sarah Palin is the Vice President I'd like to Fuck.


She was already straddling one of my legs so she just hiked up her skirt a little, lifted the other leg over and around me, sat on my lap, pulled my already hard dick out of my pants, and threw her arms around me. I must have had a giddy smile on my face because she with a straight face, as seriously as she could say it, Drill baby Drill. I burst out laughing and almost slid off the chair, I must have hit her just the right way, when I slid I saw her close her eyes and grab the back of my neck.

She never left character. She reached around behind her to slide me in while I unbuttoned her jacket to expose her bare breasts. At first it was a surprise when she called me Todd, and it took me a second to realize that she was really playing a game. I just played along, and talked to her like I was Todd Palin screwing my wife. Both my hands were on her ass moving her around, and I could feel by her reactions hitting some very sensitive spots. Then she just got up and bent down and started to suck me. I didn't want to do anything else, just sit there.

Each time her mouth would come off she would say some funny yet sexy Palin quote. The only reason I think she stopped was because she ran out of things to say. She just got up and dropped her skirt and jacket and stood there with her back to me. I didn't quite hear what she said, I was paying more attention to the way she was standing there, legs crossed, completely naked, high heeled shoes, and her Palin glasses. Even though I had no clue what she said I knew what she wanted.

I got up and walked over to her, undressing myself as I went. I put my hands on her hips and I followed to her bed. She just bent over leaning her chest and head on the bed, with her legs spread far enough that I could just slide myself in. I did what I wanted, I didn't feel like pleasing her. When I was about to cum I pushed her off and she rolled over on her back. She jerked me off until there was nothing left, wiping it on her stomach as it hit her. She was laying there on the bed naked and slid one finger across her stomach picking up a hint of cum, and put it in her mouth. The last thing she said to me before she got up was "Look Wasala snow".

We both took a quick shower washing each other off (very sensual), and went downstairs so i could cook (microwave) her a frozen pizza lunch. Of course after the incredibly fun lunch 2 1/2 hour break I was back at work. At least now I was thinking about the sex I just had, rather than the sex that never was.

This is what it's like when worlds colide

I woke up this morning and the gravity of how much I actually drank last night didn't hit me until I walked into Mrs Legs house. She was ready to go, and I was ready to sit. All I wanted to do was sit. So I did. Instead of going out we sat in her kitchen around the island talking. I gave her the full run down on what had happened the night before. She knew I was not ready to go out just yet, and she whipped up a batch of pancakes and bacon. It was almost homeley.

We just sat there talking about stuff, our relationship, where it was, where it was going (basically we are happy leaving things the way that they are). Although she did drop the bombshell that she would like to hang out in a more social setting sometimes, she though it would be fun to invite our SO's out with us. I am fairly leery of doing this just because it leaves too much to chance. A slipped word or a missplaced hand could be noticed to easily. I go through great lengths to keep the two lives of me apart, and this negates that completely. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes either.

After my explanation of the previous nights activities she gave me a piece of information about her I didn't know. She paid for her college education as a stripper. She met her husband there too, he was a regular of hers, and eventually a few years later met in a social setting. It was a very arousing to know that she knew how to perform, which she offered to do for me one day soon.

Sex did happen but it was more of a lets do this, because thats why we are here. It wasn't bad either, and she did most of work for me. I didn't even have to get up from my chair.

Since our bombshell conversation this morning, I have been thinking about what is really going on in her mind, did she want to spend for time with me, or did she just want to hang out with some friends. I havn't decided what my answer is yet, it will probably be yes, but only for dinner or something along those lines, and we would have to have a serious conversation to get some details right so that both our SO's have the same story. My wife knows we run together in the morning, and her husband does too. But what else has been said?

Sneakers and a sun visor

I ran today with Mrs Legs over the past few months that we have been together it seems that our relationship has changed. When we started running together it was about two people running together. Then we fucked, our relationship turned into two people who ran together and occasionally had sex after. Now it seems that we spend more time screwing than than running. I'm not complaining, she is an excellent lover. I have learned so much about her sexual preferences that I can confidently say that I satisfy her better than her husband.

We don't talk about our spouses very often, but it is mutually understood that neither of us is willing to leave our marriages. I love my wife very much and I am extremely happy with our life together, I don't cheat on her because we don't screw enough. I cheat on her because I enjoy the variety. The little glimpse of information I have about Mrs Legs sex life is all I need to know, and I completely understand why she strays. Her husband likes sex, but he doesn't want to stray from his norm, which is her on her back, him pounding away until he gets off, then he rolls over and goes to sleep. I've met him a few times, he likes that she has someone to hang out with in the mornings when she goes out. He's a nice guy, and every time I see him I just want to let him know that he needs to cowboy up, pull his dick out of his vagina, and learn what his wife wants from him. If he would do that then I wouldn't be nailing her on his bed after he leaves for work.

In her three years of marriage she has had two partners before me. One she said, in her words, Fucked like a champ, but was more interested in trying to get caught by her husband than anything else. the second guy was a friend of a friend, and he became very possessive over her, which would have lead to disaster had the relationship persisted.

Shortly after our first encounter we had a serious conversation about what each of us wanted from the other. We both want sex, with someone we can talk to. No relationship, no games, if it happens it happens, if not, oh well there is always tomorrow.

So we went running this morning. I drove to her house and parked in her driveway like I always do. Her husband was long gone. She was dressed in a pair of boy shorts that just barely covered her ass. Her shirt was one of those tight under armor shirts that are very form fitting, and a sun visor. Nothing matched, but she still looked good. I wore my usual running shorts and t-shirt. Neither of us were trying to impress the other.

After stretching in her living room (which with us can almost be considered foreplay) we shot out the front door and down the street. We probably ran about a mile before we turned around to make the mile run back. It was the same route we had run a dozen times before, but we still make the same commentary about the houses we pass and the neighborhood in general. Almost at her house we slow to a walk and stop in her front lawn to do some cool down stretches.

She followed me up her front stairs to the door and I let myself in. As soon as I see that she is through the door I close it behind her and immediately turn my attention to her, pinning her against her door, kissing her neck as she runs her hands up my torso. We had been here before, my lips on her neck really gets her off. I can feel her taking deeper breaths as my hands move up from her hips under her shirt lifting it as I go. As soon as I get her shirt and bra above her tits I lower my head between them. I run my tongue slowly licking one breast carefully avoiding her nipple as my hand cups the other.

My dick is hard. Her breasts are firm, they hold their shape nicely. She reached down to grab me but I pull back not wanting to let her touch me just yet. I've had enough of her chest so I start working my way down. For some reason I just run my nose down her stomach until I get to her shorts. With both hands I pull them off, my face as close to her ever more exposed abdomen as I can be without touching her. When her shorts are around her ankles she does he best to step out of them but they didn't quite fit over one of her sneakers. I'm on my knees in front of her. I can see she wants to reach down and pull it off, but I spread her legs before she can reach down. I place my lips over her slightly hanging clit, and give it a small kiss before I start to move my tongue in circles around her hood. This continues for a few minutes, and she inches her back lower and lower on the door, raising her hips to meet me. We start moving unison. Without her noticing it I pull the rubber I had stashed in my pocket out and put it on.

Then I tell her to turn around. She knows what I'm about to do, and complies. I raise my dick to her pussy. I love the way she feels when I rub it against her and shes completely wet. Her ass is arched almost as far as she can to make it easy for me to work my way in, both her hands are flat against the door and I place mine over hers. I don't go fast, but I push hard, and she pushes back leaning her head against the door.

When I can hear her starting to breath hard I take my hand and move it down passing across her chest down to her pussy. I can feel myself almost ready to cum when I'm playing with her So I slow myself down and pull out until the only thing that is left in her is my head. I can feel her getting close too. With everything I can muster I push into her hard lifting her to her toes. Then she reached down to grab my hand letting me know to stop, but I don't remove my hand from her pussy. I just hold it there squeezing her lips together as she orgasms. She tightens her muscles around my dick, the feeling lets me know its OK to cum. I feel her fingers massaging my balls as I insert myself as hard as I can. I say her name in an almost angry tone and squeeze her lips together at the same time.

She took herself off of me, turned around and bent down on her knees. I had already finished so she pulls the condom off and starts licking me clean. I really like this, its the best way to finish and she likes the taste of my juices.

I follow her into the living room having not made it past the front door yet and take my shirt off and sit down on the floor in her living room. She followed me, taking the rest of her clothes off before sitting between my legs. We talked about what we both had to do the rest of the day and made tentative plans to go out again Friday morning.

I still had over an hour before I was expected to be in my office. So we sat there, her in my arms caressing her naked body. For some reason I noticed that she hadn't taken her sun visor or her sneakers off. I'm not sure why but I found it rather amusing that she was sitting there naked except for those. We fucked once more before I took a quick shower and hurried into work.

At 10:00 I couldn't remember if I had taken the used condoms with me or if she had said she would take care of them. I sent her a text letting her know I think I forgot my socks. She replied that she took care of them.

I Run

I run three to five days a week. It feels good to run, just you and the pavement. I don't run for time or distance, I go until I feel like turning around. Some days I will go to work early and run there, sometimes I will run near home, and there are days that I will just go to a new neighborhood and try something new.

This past spring I decided to make a wrong turn and see if I could find a shortcut through a housing development. In that housing development I bumped into a very beautiful girl who was out for a jog and asked for directions. Neither of us stopped running and we started talking. After what seemed like an eternity she started to walk so I slowed down along side her. After a few pleasantries we exchanged phone numbers and told each other that we would call and make plans to go for a jog together again. Since then we have ran together many times, she is a great person to talk to very attractive, and ready to go. Every time we went running after that I would drive to her house, and park my car so we could start together.

Any time you have two people of opposite sex together who are attracted to each other the topic of sex will come up. For us we got into a discussion about what we do after we are done running. I always go take a warm shower to relax my body and clean myself off. She said that the first thing she does when she gets home is to masturbate. This took me completely off guard, and that was the last thing said between us remotely sexual in nature. One day a few weeks later I mentioned to her that I was running late and needed to hurry home so I can get to work, She said that she would be happy to let me use her shower, and I was more than happy take her up on her offer.

She showed me around her house pointing out all the major rooms and where the towels were located across from the bathroom. I took a towel and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower so that it stung when I stepped under it. I stood there for a minute just feeling the water run off my back. Then the door opened I could see her naked silhouette as she walked across the bathroom to slide open the shower door. I didn't move as she stepped in and offered to clean me.

I couldn't hide my satisfaction as my penis slowly extended itself. She started by lathering up a loofah and sliding it across my chest, at the same time motioning for me to turn around. Her hands slid up my back and across each shoulder, slowly scrubbing me clean, her hands moved around me and I could feel her breasts press up against me. I lowered my head just in time to see her grab my fully erect dick. As she started to slowly slide the palm of her hand up and down my shaft I reached back to feel her hips and pull her closer. I just stood there holding her close as she slowly stroked me with the water running down my back. She continued until I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower and grabbed the single towel.

I started to dry her off as she stood there completely naked. When I was done she did the same to me, she started with my chest, reaching around to do my back and butt, then she got down on her knees. Knowing what she was about to do I closed my eyes and took a breath. I felt her lips engulf the tip of my dick, her tongue meeting it as she slid it in her mouth. She didn't stop drying my legs off while she continued to lick me. I didn't touch her at all, I just stood there while she slid my shaft into her mouth.

Finally I had enough, I couldn't wait any longer and I motioned for her to pull back. She reached into the cabinet behind her and pulled out a condom, opened the package and slid it over me. I sat down on the toilet and leaned back, I had her hand in mine and pulled her to meet me. She stepped around my legs until my cock was touching her pussy, for a second she stood there with an almost evil grin on her face, I could see in her eyes that she was telling me to relax and that she would do all the work. I just lay back and relax as she pleasured herself on me moving me in and out. Then she just sat down with all her weight on my pelvis. I tightened my abs so that she could rub her clit on my stomach. I could feel the way her body tensed up that she was about to cum for me so I slid my hands up, away from where I had rested them on her thighs. I pulled her hips back and forth as she leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulders. I closed my eyes. I heard her inhale at the same time a gush of her juices gathered at the base of my dick. That set me off, knowing that she was satisfied, I finally let myself go. She could feel it too, my dick pulsing inside her as I came, somehow she knew to pull up and start sliding me in and out of her as vigorously as she could.

As soon as I was done she stoop up and walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind her. I was completely surprised. I enjoyed it completely, and I sat there for a minute taking it all in. I was alone in her bathroom, and realized that I needed to hurry so I quickly washed myself off in the shower again, got dressed and walked out into the hallway. The house was empty. i called out her name a few times but nobody answered. the only trace of her I found there was a note on the front door that read "thanx - lock the door behind you and take this with you".

She sent me a text message this afternoon asking I I wanted to go for a run with her tomorrow.