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- part 4

Lisa was always an early riser. Consequently, her workouts usually took place in the morning. Sunday morning was no different. Even after a few more rounds of fucking her best friend, she was up and ancy. So, she pulled her workout clothing out, electing to shower after her workout as she assumed no one else would be up at 6 am.

She changed into tights, a tank top, and sweatshirt, throwing on her sneakers and making her way to the Jensen's weight room/workout studio. She knew she reeked of sex, but showering, sweating, and then showering again didn't make the most sense.

Before entering, Lisa paused, surprised, yet enthralled by the beautiful shape of the older woman already on a yoga mat. For a moment, she considered cleaning up, but she quickly changed her mind. Lisa was going to add the sense of smell to Monica's voyeuristc experience.

After gaining her bearings, Lisa moved to open the door. Her trepidation was palpable. Monica Jensen and her shared a moment last night. While Lisa was riding Mark's thick cock, she spied a wide eyed Monica watching. After pausing for a moment, Lisa increased her enthusiasm, all the while staring at the older woman, seeing her envy but also noting how excited the older woman appeared. And why not? Lisa had just discovered that Monica was almost as familiar with the pleasures of Mark's cock as she was.

Monica's head popped out of a pigeon pose when she heard movement near the door. There, before her, was the sexy brunette who had been riding her lover's cock as she helplessly looked on. Although the older woman was somewhat jealous, the worst part was knowing that she would have to go back to a snoring adulterer of a husband who lasted an entire three minutes before his inadequate little cock came inside of her for the first time in months.

"Happy fucking birthday to me," Monica thought as the two women silently sized each other up.

"I know," Lisa stated plainly, but not accusingly.

"You know what?" Monica responded, maintaining her veil of deceit, one that had been nurtured over years of acting happy in an unfulfilling marriage.

Lisa smiled, reassuringly. Her non-threatening tone did not put Monica at ease.

"I know about you and Mark."

Monica's face dropped. Her defenses crumbled in an instant, panic in her eyes.

"I, I, oh, fuck, I, ummm..."

Lisa moved briskly to the older woman, moving to her knees, to eye level with Monica as she seemed to crumble. Lisa pulled a frazzled Monica into her body, rocking with her, rubbing her open hand on her back. The guarded older woman broke down, overwhelmed not only by the gentle embrace of the younger woman, but also by the distinctive smell of sex that emanated from her body.

"Monica, relax. I know, but it is okay. I know everything: your husband's cheating with his PA, your sexless marriage, your loneliness, and the fact that Mark cares a great deal for you. I am Mark's best friend and I would never hurt him or anyone who he loves."

Monica pulled back, her tear-streaked face now turned sideways, a questioning look on her face. "But, but, last night, you and Mark. You smiled at me as you, as you..."

"Yes, I smiled at you as I rode his gorgeous cock. Yes, I did. And to be fair, it was probably a bit cruel of me because I enjoyed it so much. It was so fucking hot to have Scott's lover watch me enjoy his cock. I just couldn't help but smile. But, to be fair, you stayed there. You were watching us, and I could tell. You were excited as well. You thought it was hot too."

Monica's face turned crimson as the young woman's words were on point. After watching Lisa ride Mark, she desperately fingered herself in the bathroom, cumming hard on her fingers over and over again.

"Uhhhh, well, ummmm, yes..." Monica's reply was only a whisper.

Lisa's left hand brushed Monica's mocha locks from her face, smiling at her.

"I know you did and it is okay. Monica, I find you to be an amazing woman. It is obvious that Mark cares for you a great deal and you do not have to worry about me exposing you or getting in the way," she told an uncertain Monica.

As the older woman tried to grasp the younger one's words, Lisa shifted gears a bit.

"Listen, I don't know about you, but I need a good workout. Why don't we get one in, have some food, and then we can talk later when Mark is taking your husband back to the airport."

Monica simply stared at Lisa, amazed at her matter of fact, yet empathetic approach.

"Well, that is, if you want to talk with me more," Lisa said a little more unsure.

Snapping out of her stupor, Monica merely nodded, "Yes, uhhh, yes, I would like to talk more."

The overenthusiastic Lisa threw her arms around Monica, squeezing her tightly, smashing her body into the older woman as her arms reluctantly embraced the young woman. Her body was tight and firm, but there was also the unmistakable smell. Her honey scented locks were evident, but there were also faint remnants of a more earthy smell, one that was deep, dank and heady. There, wrapped in the arms of another woman, Monica smelled sex, subtle and light, but certainly a byproduct of her activities with me. That embrace and smell melted away Monica's inhibitions. Lisa certainly had a way of making people feel comfortable and she had done that with my uncomfortable, married lover in a matter of minutes.

"Good, there is so much I want to know and share with you" she stated bluntly, still hugging the older woman.

Lisa rolled out a yoga mat and for the next hour and a half, the women worked up a sweat, the sexual excitement palpable, yet not discussed. Only the soft groans of pushing each other's flexibility, a quiet dual between two well toned, sensual women as they worked to maintain their bodies.

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Steve entered the kitchen, showered and packed, ready to head back. Lisa, Monica and I sat sipping coffee and noshing on cereal and fresh fruit.

"Baby, I am sorry I have to leave so soon, but the project is at a crucial juncture."

"Ohhhh, don't worry honey. I know the project and work are very important to you. Plus, you have left me in good hands with Mark, and now Lisa, here, to keep me company," the polished adulteress stated matter of factly.

Steve hugged her and kissed her on the lips, a sparse, lifeless interaction that was indicative of their marriage and how little they shared at this point.

"Nice to finally meet you, Lisa. You and Mark make a good couple," the blowhard of a man arrogantly stated.

"Ahhhh, well thank you, and nice to meet you as well Mr. Jensen," an equally charming and poised Lisa responded.

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I dropped Steve off at the hotel instead of the airport. He stated that he had an eight o'clock flight out in the morning and did not want to inconvenience anyone so early with rush hour traffic on a Monday.

He thanked me again for all of my help and for looking after the "little wife," imparting his knowledge of women by advising me "not to let go of Lisa, she was a good one." I am certainly glad that he never followed his own advice concerning his wife. Steve slipped me $100 "for gas" and then said his goodbyes.

Meanwhile, back at the Jensen's home, Lisa and Monica were sharing all of their information about me, conspiring and thinking of ways to keep me on his toes.

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I arrived at the Jensen's about three in the afternoon, having run some errands as well as stopping at my parents' house to quell mom's consistent nagging about her "never seeing me anymore." I was more than anxious to feel Monica's touch again. The image of thrusting into her needy body had played itself over and over again in my head during the roundtrip to Newark and back. No doubt from the brief noise we heard coming from the Jensens' bedroom last night that Steve finished quickly, leaving his wife needy and wanting. I was more than ready to fulfill my duty to my employer, ensuring that she was adequately provided for.

Unfortunately, my enthusiasm was quelled a bit. In the driveway, Lisa's car remained where it had been parked. My best friend was certainly going to be the death of me, as her cockblocking me was certainly not acceptable.

I assumed I would find the women out by the pool or chatting in the comfort of the living room, but I was quite mistaken. On the kitchen island, there were remnants of a charcuterie board and an empty bottle of wine, but still no sign of either woman.

Maybe the two of them took a walk in the woods or Monica was showing Lisa her new garden, but I was truly at a loss.

Since there were no signs of the ladies, I went to change, intent on taking advantage of the pool and hot tub. I made my way down the hallway toward my bedroom. That is when I first heard a very subtle moan, constant, yet quiet, more like the humming of a woman than anything else.

Seeing the Jensens' bedroom door ajar, I quietly walked toward it. Once I peered inside, I was treated to a scene that is certainly in many a young man's fantasy rolodex.

On the king sized four poster bed were my lovers. Monica was on her back, head and shoulders slightly propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed, her hair cascading down and over her naked breasts, soles of her feet placed flat on the sheets with her knees bent and legs splayed out to the side. In between her legs was my best friend patiently lapping at the sweet pussy before her, coercing a gentle hum of pleasure from the older woman.

"Holy, fucking shit," I thought to myself, ducking back behind the door. Shaking my head to clear it, I took another look with only the top of my head peering into the room. Monica's right hand was entangled in Lisa's hair, holding her firmly in place as her left hand pinched and massaged her own nipples with the same melodic and consistent moan of approval with Lisa's active tongue.

Lisa's arms were wrapped around her new found lover's legs, holding onto her thighs as she feasted on Monica's sweet juices. From the disheveled look of both women, it was clear that this was not the beginning of their love making, but a welcome break from some more intense interaction which I had not been privy to.

My cock grew hard quickly as I listened to Monica's soft purrs. Lisa's expert tongue lapped at her sweet essence, eliciting a humming of moans from her sapphic conquest. Immediately, I stripped off my clothes.

I left a pile in the doorway, making sure to approach the new found lovers quietly. I did not want to break the rhythm of their lovemaking, but I was certainly not going to be a bystander. My ride was filled with a deep need for Monica, but now I was going to seize the opportunity at hand.

Lisa's position on her knees, legs spread open displayed her brown pucker and pussy to me as she worked the brunette MILF'S pussy with her expert tongue. Monica's hands held her lover's head firmly, keeping her mouth plastered to her juicy pussy. The intensity between the two was so great that neither woman recognized me standing at the foot of the bed.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! FUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!," Lisa gasped, pulling back against her lover's grip. My cock plunged fully into her dripping wetness without warning. Her reaction was a combination of surprise and a slight orgasm all at once.

I was quite familiar with her pussy and had first hand knowledge that she could take my entire cock in one thrust when she was properly excited.

"Oh, don't mind me. I just thought I would plug up that leaky hole," I stated as I pumped my rock hard manhood into Lisa's needy cunt. Any extension of Lisa's verbal reaction was denied as Monica fisted the impaled woman's hair with both hands, jerking her back to her pulsing pussy.

"Stay focused, Lisa. You aren't done yet," Monica sternly stated, a wild look in her eyes that exceeded mere lust.

Monica locked eyes with me, staring intently, empowered by our mutual use of the young woman between us. An almost sinister smirk enveloped Monica's countenance as the aphrodisiac of Lisa's submissive position to us overtook her.

Inspired by our unspoken pledge to conquer my best friend, I began to pummel her from behind. The sound of flesh slapping at a rapid pace inspired Monica to twist her grip of Lisa's hair, pulling her talented mouth tighter to her while she clamped her inner thighs down on the sides of her head.

"UHHHH, UHHHHHH, UHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Monica bellowed. Her hips lurched forward on Lisa's mouth, cumming hard. She squirted, nearly drowning her lover, her tightened thighs refusing to release Lisa as the deluge of nectar continued to flow. Although it was roughly thirty seconds, the intense pressure on Lisa's head made it seem interminable.

Lisa, working quickly to her own intense orgasm, gasped for air as Monica's legs finally relinquished their grip on her head, a byproduct of the older woman's body suddenly giving out. Monica's legs were splayed out, feeling nothing but an intense tingling sensation run throughout her body. Monica lay motionless, caught in a euphoric post orgasmic state.

SMACK!!!

My right hand landed on Lisa's ass.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Two more and Lisa was instinctively meeting my thrusts. She liked it rough. My best friend had taken my virginity, but since then she had confided in me that she needed a firm hand. So, most of the time our lovemaking included some type of kink or roughness. Since she trusted me, her only reaction was increased excitement to my hand slapping her ass.

The sounds of flesh slapping intensified as Lisa's intermittent grunts morphed into a continuous combination of sounds: grunts, moans, and cries overlapped each other as we pounded against each other, rousing Monica to a state of semi-lucidity.

My beautiful lover looked on, an awed expression, as she witnessed me pounding deep inside my petite best friend, mixing swats to her sexy ass to heighten her experience. Monica had never seen me so aggressive, her look of awe slowly changing into one of curiosity and need.

"YES, YES, YES, UHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES MARK! YES! YES! OHHHHHHH, FUUCCCKKKKKK! AHHHHHHHHHH!" Lisa bellowed as she came hard on my pounding flesh, collapsing between her newfound lover's legs, face pressed into the sheets as the angle of my thrusts changed.

With both hands on her hips, I pulled my right leg up so that I was a bit higher above her, creating a downward thrust that had the already sated girl moaning again. Monica caressed Lisa's hair, partly out of sympathy and a bit out of jealousy of me taking her entirely, owning and using her pussy so roughly.

Although she was not actively responding, Lisa's moans alluded to another orgasm. Monica had shuffled forward so that Lisa's head was now in her lap, Monica's hands gently petting my best friend as I used her pussy like she wanted.

The primal grunt came from deep inside as Lisa's entire body began to shake. I pumped a massive load of cum deep inside her stretched pussy, filling her completely, with the excess pushing out with each thrust. Her body convulsed, quivering as each blast of cum sent another volley of ecstacy through my best friend's body. Her moans were loud and constant until she finally fell silent, collapsing in Monica's lap, spent.

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Lisa was semi-conscious, listless with a half smile on her lips, enjoying the continued caress of Monica.

Even after delivering such a large load, my cock remained semi-erect. Easing it out of Lisa's battered pussy, a large flow of our mixed juices followed, drenching the sheets below. Lisa's midsection collapsed down on the sodden sheets, ravished, but content.

I moved around my lifeless best friend and cuddled up next to Monica, putting my arm around her, pulling her to me for a deep and sensual kiss. Her hungry lips were aggressive as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I pulled her closer, content to share the simple, yet sensual kiss with my older lover. The feel of her soft tongue, taut body, and the smell of her put me at ease and I enjoyed the simple pleasure with my sensual older lover. After roughly ten minutes of making out and petting, Lisa stirred from underneath, prompting Monica to break our embrace.

"MMMMMMM, I love the way you kiss," she purred to me. Then looking down at Lisa, "So, you are back with us, huh?" she questioned as we all laughed together in response.

I am not sure if she was motivated by me spanking her or it was just a sense of the situation, but Lisa came out of her stupor with intent.

"Mark made a big mess of my pussy," she stated as she sat up, and then kneeled back on her elbows, spreading her legs to reveal thick globs of cum leaking out of her thoroughly used pussy.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and clean that up for me? It is your turn anyway." The sexy, young brunette more commanded than questioned the older, less experienced woman.

"Uhhhhh," Monica sputtered, a bit hesitant.

Dropping my arm to her lower back and taking her right arm, I guided a hesitant Monica between Lisa's sexy legs. Lisa's lascivious smile was a delicious contrast to Monica's timid and uncertain look.

I simply smiled, nodded to Lisa's crotch and left the room.

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I made grilled chicken salads for the three of us, listening to the local radio station as intermittent moans from both women could be heard from time to time. No doubt, the cleaning of Lisa led to more. I Saran Wrapped the salads, placing them in the refrigerator and leaving a note on the counter. Then, I grabbed a beer and went out to the hot tub, content to wait for the ladies to finish.

I was brought out of my daydream by a pair of warm arms wrapping around my neck from behind.

"Hello lover, I hope you don't mind that I was a bit preoccupied when you arrived home," Monica whispered as she kissed my shoulder.

I turned my head, capturing her warm lips, our tongues explored each other's mouths. She tasted like Lisa and maybe even a bit salty, but that could have been my own imagination. Regardless, I embraced my older lover, my cock hard from her simple touch. Even after a couple of months of having explored her beautiful body, I was still in awe of the fact that this dynamically beautiful, elegant, and classy woman was my lover.

Pulling back, she thanked me for being considerate with the salads and patient in letting her explore with Lisa.

"Uhhhhh, yeh, about that? How, uhhhh, how did that come about?" I asked, more confused than anything.

"Weellll, Lisa and I spoke this morning about you two. I saw you guys last night, on the sectional, you both looked so fucking hot, and I was, well, I was jealous."

"Hey, Monica, you don't..."

Monica's hand raised as she cut me off, "Oh I know, I have nothing to worry about, but I am being honest."

"She looked so hot riding you. And, I was alone. Well, I had my husband, for all of, what, three minutes? So, I wandered out, saw you two, and I felt sorry for myself."

I reached back to the gorgeous woman, pulling her closer to me. "But, you know that Lisa and I have been in a friends with benefits relationship for a long time. We are cool with what the other does, right?" I queried, a bit concerned that my situation was changing.