Backdoor Man

Backdoor Man- Although one interpretation of backdoor man is referring to anal sex, that is not the intent of this series. A backdoor man is also known as "a man having an affair with a married woman, using the backdoor as an exit before the husband comes home." Although not all the stories in this series involve a married woman, the concept of someone else's girlfriend, lover, fiancee, etc. being with the protagonist is central to the action.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and over. This story and series is property of the writer and there is no permission given to reproduce or use it in any other manner than to read for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance of a character to an actual real life person is merely coincidental and unintentional.

Backdoor Man- Employer's wife, pt. 2

I was slightly annoyed by the interruption. I am power driving my 42 year old lover. Her legs are splayed over my shoulders, ankles near my ears as I drive deep inside of her, working her quickly to a third orgasm.

"OHHH, YES, YES, YES, YESSSS! MMMMMM, YES! BABY, MMMMMM, SO GOOD, SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!" Monica screamed, her words echoing throughout the downstairs as she came hard on my cock for a third time.

RINGGGGG! RINGGGGG! RINGGGGG!

"Fuuuccckkkkk!!!" I yelled, reaching for the phone as my lover was still caught in the aftermath of cumming hard on my cock again. With my hand on the receiver, I patiently wait for the brunette beauty beneath me to compose herself a bit.

"Hey, Mr. Jensen. How are you? Huh? Oh, sorry, Steve. Yeh, Mrs... I mean, Monica is in the bathroom. She should be out in just a minute."

"Oh, dinner, yes, yes it was excellent, Mrs., ummmm, sorry, I mean Monica is a great cook. We had fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli. Yes, I am stuffed. Well, I am sure you will be enjoying her cooking soon enough."

"Dessert? Uh, no she didn't make anything. She bought a mixed berry pie at the bakery. Uhh, yes, the grounds are under control. Everything is looking pretty good. I had to charge a few parts for the riding mower to your card, belts and such. No, she is not too needy. No, no, it is all working out, no problems. No, she is not monopolizing my time. I still go out and such. Oh, Lisa, yes, she is great, uhhh, hold on..."

With my cock still fully embedded in the gripping pussy of the gorgeous Monica Jensen, I was "chatting" with her husband on the phone. It was a full minute or more before Monica took the receiver, wry smile, reveling in my apparent discomfort.

"Hey, hon, how are you? Yes, I miss you too. I love you too."

As they talked, I slowly slid my rock hard cock out of the amazing sheath of a pussy that was Monica's. Disengaging, I began to get up from the sectional, but Monica held up a finger, the universal sign for WAIT!

Quizzically, I looked at her, uncertain, but even more so, my nervousness at the situation only made this beautiful temptress smile widely. The same commanding finger beckoned me to lean back down toward her. When I was close, she fisted the hair on the back of my head, confidently directing my face to her dripping pussy.

Placing the speaking part of the receiver against her open palm, she leaned forward and whispered, "Dessert. You wouldn't want to lie to my husband about eating pie."

I resisted a little more, concerned about making suspicious sounds, but feasting on her succulent folds quickly won that mental tug of war.

Monica's surprisingly firm grip held me near her crotch as I relented. The first long lick of my flattened tongue on her soft folds was heavenly. The mix of excitement, lust, and trepidation was intoxicating. This beautiful woman was talking to her cheating husband who was 3000 miles away while I feasted on her sweet tasting pussy. It was both surreal and incomprehensible, but the reality was that her once neglected essence was now grinding on my eager tongue, providing a salty and sweet river of goodness.

Monica internalized a shiver and with bright eyes, smiled down at me. After my first lick, I inhaled her musk deeply, enjoying the familiar earthy scent, deep, dank, but pleasant and lasting. Her pussy was extremely addictive. It still bewildered me that she had not enjoyed such oral pleasures in the past. The fact that I was her first lover to consistently dine on her sweet juices bolstered my ego. How no other man in her life enjoyed this delight at length was beyond me, but it just prompted me to enjoy her pussy every time that I was able.

So, kneeling obediently, I was munching on my insatiable, older married lover as she chatted on the phone with her husband. At the start of the summer, I never could have fathomed this scenario.

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Earlier that day:

Monday morning was a sharp contrast to Sunday morning. After Sunday dinner with the family and some nice time spent with my cousins, I was headed to bed at ten. I was up and in the gym at 5 a.m., ensuring I had a good workout before going to my job. I had developed a habit of showering in the pool house at the Jensen's. Since last year, they had allowed me to leave a few changes of clothes there, so it served me well when time was limited.

Pool house is more of an understatement. It was a mini cottage, complete with bedroom, full bathroom with whirlpool tub, a separate stand-in shower, kitchenette, bar and lounge area with surround sound television, a Pioneer stereo system, and an Atari 2600 gaming system. But, to them, it was just a pool house.

Having showered and changed into my work clothes by seven, I headed to the small garage that was converted into a workshop. Glancing through the sliding glass doors on the other side of the pool, I stopped to admire the petite but taut body creating a perfect V shape against the ground below as Monica held a downward facing dog pose. Her outstanding ass was shapely with a defined curve, the skin tight yoga pants highlighting those slim and sculptured legs. Her top was covered by a sports bra, displaying her well defined abs and toned shoulders.

It was hard for me to imagine that a man would deny that magnificently sculptured woman his complete attention, but I figured that my boss had his reasons. Still, she was breathtaking, a combination of beauty, sensuality, and class rolled into one.

After standing for a moment more, I shook myself out of my voyeuristic revelry, begrudgingly resuming my path to the shop.

The day went quickly with the only drawback being in the mid-morning when I saw Monica pulling out of the driveway. She stopped at the end of the driveway where I was trimming the Arborvitaes, told me she had to do some shopping, and that she had left me lunch in the fridge. I know she saw the disappointed look on my face, but she just smiled. There would be no time together at lunch time.

Giggling, she asked, "Are you going to miss me?"

I stared at her, nodded my head yes, and then pushed my head through her open window, kissing her deeply. She responded with a satisfying, "MMMMMMMM," but then broke the kiss, saying, "Sorry, I gotta go, but you are staying for dinner. I already called your mother and she is fine with it."

"But, what, uhhh, what did you tell her? Where are you going? Uhhhhh, Monica?"

Smiling impishly, scrunching up her nose and giggling again, she gave me a wave and drove off the property.

No sex, no explanation and now I am staying for dinner. What the fuck? Just as we were getting into a great pattern of morning workouts, lunch sex, and after work sex in the hot tub, she leaves without an explanation. Confused and a bit perplexed, I mindlessly drifted back to work, immersing myself in my tasks to combat the ever present half a hard-on I carried with me.

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I developed a gentle rhythm as Monica talked to Steve, updating him on some furniture purchases, thoughts on some other work on the estate, as well as my superb competence in the maintenance of the overall aesthetic of the grounds.

Monica remained composed as I lapped gently at her moistening folds. At one point I must have become overzealous as she aggressively fisted my hair and pulled me from her pussy. Shaking her head side to side with a wry smile, she held me like that for a good minute then let me continue gently massaging her pussy with my tongue and lips. It was exhilarating. I was extremely nervous, yet avidly ate her sweet pussy, desiring more of her with each lick as she casually talked to her husband about things here at home.

Monica's pussy was dense, but it was a scent that I wanted to carry around with me. Nothing pleased me more than eating her out during a lunch session and then carrying her scent in my nose for the rest of the day. All it took was a deep breath with my hand cupped over my nose and mouth to capture the entirety of her sweet essence. Usually, I would clean my face after dining on a woman's pussy, but with Monica, I wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

A few minutes later, Monica placed her hand over the receiver and "called out" loudly to me.

"Mark, Steve wants to talk to you."

My head shot up quickly to Monica shaking her head no again. Placing her open palm on the top of my head, she guided my face back between her legs, holding me there as I began to lick again.

"He's getting out of the hot tub right now. He wanted to give us some privacy while we talked. Give him some time to towel off and he will be in a minute."

Monica proceeded to chit chat about her friends, daily activities, having people over, etc. All of it was quite superficial as she enjoyed my tongue on her luscious folds.

Placing her right foot on my shoulder, she slowly pushed me away with a knowing smile, stating, "Here he is dear."

Still smiling wickedly, she handed me the phone as I sat back on my heels, still kneeling on the floor before my lover. As I talked to Steve, Monica deftly moved off the sectional, nestling her mouth on my cock head, licking, lapping and sucking gently.

"Mark, thank you for taking some extra time to spend at the house. I apologize for keeping you, but I wanted to speak to you about a few things that have come up."

Meanwhile, Monica's talented mouth was engulfing my cock head, running her hand up from the base, encouraging pre-cum to leak out.

"No problem, uhhh, Mr. Jensen, uhh, I mean Steve. What's up?"

"Well, my business is growing by leaps and bounds, which is a good thing, but I will be stuck here in Seattle for the remainder of the summer."

"Okaaaayyyy, well, that's good, but it kind of sucks for you and Monica."

As I said sucks, Monica mischievously inhaled my cock deeply, gently biting, making my gut constrict, holding my breath.

"Yes, yes, that is what I wanted to talk about. Listen, I know you are headed to college in about a month and a half, and you probably want to spend time with friends and all. I get that. But I was also hoping that you could spend a little more time at our place, even if it is just to stay over at night. I am not asking you to scrap your social life, but instead of heading home after you are out for the night, you can just head to our place and stay there. It would make me feel more comfortable if Monica had someone in the house. It would put her and me at ease, and it would mean a healthy raise for you."

Pulling off of my cock, Monica was smiling up at me, the ravenous eyes staring at me as she stroked my cock slowly, working its length, manipulating my head, knowing exactly what her husband was proposing. Then, she began licking my swollen head like it was an ice cream cone, twirling the copious amounts of precum still oozing from my manhood with her tongue.

"Listen," he continued, "I have already talked to your father and he is going to smooth it over with your mother, as we know how overprotective your mom can be. But, it means the world to me if I knew that someone I know and trust is around the house even more, looking after my wife."

"Uhhh, well, sure, as long as my folks are good with it, then, yes, sure, I can do it. But, I just don't want to get in Mrs. Je, ummm, Monica's way either."

"Don't be silly. Trust me, after some time, you will be the one who wants some time away. She can be extremely needy. So, don't let her monopolize your time and take away from your fun this summer. Be polite, but firm with her if you have plans. But like I said, I appreciate it, and your salary is now doubled for the rest of the summer if you decide to accept."

"Whhhaaattt!!! Oh, fu, uh, oh that's great, thank you so much Mr. Jensen."

"Steve, Mark, call me Steve."

"Yes, okay, sorry, Steve, thank you so much Steve."

Suddenly, Monica engulfed my head, pushing down on my throbbing cock, sliding down its entire length. I covered the receiver as Steve was still talking, groaning slightly as the sparkling eyes of my lover glistened with happiness. My cock remained deep in her throat as she let it sit there, resting in its cocoon.

"Also, Mark, I need you to stay around the house a little more the rest of the week. Monica is coming out Wednesday and will return Sunday. So, I would appreciate it if you were around at night. You can have a lady over, but by no means any parties."

"Oh, no problem Steve, my pleasure."

"Great, that is fantastic. Oh, and one last thing, could you take Monica to Newark airport on Wednesday and pick her up Sunday afternoon? You can take the BMW."

"Yes, sure, no problem, Steve"

"Great, let me speak to Monica again."

Meanwhile, Monica was deep throating me, saliva running down my cock, tears running from her eyes, as I tapped her shoulder. Holding the receiver away from me, I covered for her a bit, making like she was in the other room.

"Hey, Monica, Steve wants to talk to you again," I yelled.

The spry brunette hot wife jumped up, placing her ass firmly on my lap, pushing my body back on the floor as she took the phone from me. Without a pause, she re-established her conversation with her husband. Simultaneously, she lifted up her hips, grabbed my cock and set her luscious pussy hovering above it. Once her husband was "mansplaining" something to her, she eased down on my thick cock, shuddering as her hand covered the receiver to shade any impropriety.

So, there I sat, this hot, horny and sexy older woman grinding her gushing hole on me as she spoke to her husband 3000 miles away. After my fears had abated a bit, I pushed up into her at intermittent times, trying to elicit a yelp or moan from this crazy woman. To her credit, she internalized all reactions until they wrapped up the conversation. It was actually quite easy for her because, as usual, Steve dominated the conversation, allowing Monica to keep the mouthpiece covered most of the time.

"Yes, I love you too baby. I cannot wait to see you on Wednesday. Yes, yes, I will leave full instructions for Mark. Don't worry. I love you, see you soon."

As soon as the receiver hit the cradle, all hell broke loose. Monica was possessed with need and desire. Her fluids leaked down my shaft, creating a noticeable wet spot on the carpet below us.

"Now,! I am going fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I need to cum hard on this cock right now." She shouted, with fire in her eyes, a possessive lust that beguiled the demure beauty that she was.

Watching her slide her tight pussy down my shaft was always a glorious experience. From that first time I entered her, all the nerves, uncertainty, curiosity, and fears, it is always the same. The walls of her magnificent essence hug my pulsing shaft as if protecting it and pleasing it all in one.

The coating of juices made it easy for her to impale herself fully. With her arms extended, bracing her hands against my stomach, Monica rode my cock from the tip of the head to the base, over and over again, working at a measured pace, building both of us up again. Her breathing became more and more staggered, her chest beginning to heave, her pace increasingly more frantic.

"AHHHHHHH, YES, MMMMMMMM, FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!! YESSSSSS!!!" she bellowed as the beautiful Mrs. Jensen came hard on my cock again and collapsed forward, my arms instinctively wrapping around her. Her heaving breaths continued as the aftershocks of her cumming hard again rippled through her body, making her rock hard nipples rub against my chest.

"Oh, my God Mark, you are such a good lover. You are still hard and you haven't cum yet. I just love what you do to me."

Caressing her back, I replied, "Well, one part of that equation is about to change."

Lifting her off of me, I stood. Grabbing underneath her taut ass cheeks, I pulled her into me and she wrapped her legs around me. My right hand held the back of her head as her long brunette strands draped over my arm as I kissed deeply. It was a deep, soulful kiss between two lovers entirely in sync.

A bit shocked from the impact of this kiss, I carried the beautiful woman to the back of the sectional. Releasing her, I turned her around, bending her over so that her beautiful ass spread for me. Momentarily, the image of taking her last piece of virginity entered my mind, but even at my young age, I knew it was better for a woman to offer it than it be taken.

Instead, I used my knee to nudge her legs a bit wider. Her strong scent intensified with my deliberate treatment as I lined my cock up directly with her flowing hole. She braced herself against the back of the sectional, expecting me to take her pussy violently. I kept her off guard. She was going to pay for her subtle teasing and denial of me today.

My thick cock head slid up and back along her slit as she remained bent over the sectional, my crotch pushed against her soft ass. Monica began to moan and push back slightly as it touched her nub. She even tried to reach back, desperate to regain a modicum of control by guiding my cock into her needy hole.

THWACK!

"AHHHHH!! Fuck, what was that for?"

THWACK!

"Mark, what the fuck?" she questioned, looking back over her shoulder.

THWACK!

"UUUHHHHHGGGG!"

"Are you ready to be a good girl, now?"

"Uh, yeh, yeh, I just want..."

THWACK! THWACK!

"OWWWW! MARK, THAT REALLY HURTS!" she shouted with a mix of anger and excitement.

Her protests were loud and they were real, but the one reassuring detail was that she was grinding the front of crotch harder and harder into the couch after each swat to her ass.

"Well, then I think you should start behaving like a good girl and let me feed you my cock when I decide I want to."

Bending down with my face next to hers, I fisted her hair firmly, but not roughly and turned her head to me. I was hesitant before looking deeply into her eyes, wondering if I would see a pissed off lover. But, her eyes were brimming with lust, overflowing with need and excitement.

I kissed her deeply, feeling her writhe beneath me, her need apparent, her sexuality and lust, neglected for so many years. She was on full tilt each day, and with each new wrinkle we added, it only increased the passion and pleasure.

"I will be balls deep inside you soon my dear, but I certainly like playing with your body, the body you denied me the entire day today and the one I only have for two more days until you leave me again. So, be a good girl and let me enjoy it."

There was no reply. A whimper was followed by a gesture of resignation as she slumped back over the couch, waiting impatiently for my cock to stretch her hole again.

Smiling widely, I rubbed my cock up and down her slit another ten times as she wiggled her ass back and forth in anticipation. I lined up my head with her soaked hole. Then, nothing.

"Please."

"Huh, please what my dear? What do you want?

"I need you Mark. I need you deep inside me. Please."

Her soft plea was musical. Her need was apparent as I pushed her a bit more, heightening her lust through my questions.