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Three different men - The first man [M/F] | 2016
Every fall my husband and I invite our friends over for one last 'Say Goodbye to Summer' party. We have a house with a fair bit of land right on a lake and in the afternoon on a nice fall day it's not too cold and there's plenty of room for everybody. We bring out the guitar and a football or a soccer ball and if it's cold people play games to keep warm. We build a big camp fire to roast marshmallows and we have hot chocolate for the kids and warmed wine with cinnamon for the adults.
Since the party is in the afternoon and because our guests are invited to bring their kids, the atmosphere is usually pretty laid back. People enjoy one of the last nice days before winter while chatting with acquaintances they haven't seen in a while. This year though, for me at least, that day was anything but bland. That's because in attendance were two men I had met that summer, two men that I had gotten to know very well...
Because so much went on that day I split my description of the events into three posts. Each post focuses on one of the men although the other two are never very far away. This is the first part of my story. You can find a link to the other two parts at the bottom of this post.
The first man
Xander was one of the first to arrive. He showed up with his wife when my husband Alan and I were still busy moving wooden logs closer to the fire pit. A few other people were already there and they were helping us set up for the afternoon. I hadn't seen Xander in a couple of weeks and I wasn't sure he would even show up, but the tight hug he gave me made it immediately clear that he was glad to see me again. When I said I needed to go inside to fetch some blankets for our guests, Xander immediately offered to come with me and to help out. We left his wife with Alan and headed toward the house.
Xander was tall with light brown hair and gray-green eyes. He was in his mid-forties and you could see he was starting to put on some weight on that tall frame of his, like a lot of men do past their thirties. But that didn't make him any less attractive. He ran his own office supply company and had the demeanor of someone who's used to telling other people what to do. That and the slight accent he got from growing up in Europe made him sound confident and a bit exotic, a rare mix in our small town.
He himself knew very well the effect he could have on some women and he didn't shy away from it. The first time we met was at the public pool that summer. I took my kids there most days during their vacation and he was enjoying the luxury of being able to set his own hours and stopped by to swim a few lengths every afternoon. After his workout he would recline on a lounge chair to dry up and enjoy the sun.
The very first time he lied down next to me I immediately knew he was a player. No other kind of guy is that straightforward, moving in so fast with the sweet talk and the compliments. But I didn't care. I didn't get much sweet talk and compliments at home so this was a nice change, even if I didn't trust him one bit.
Our little flirting game became a daily occurrence and quickly it grew into what I looked forward to most in the day. Having an attractive man try to seduce me was a real turn on. It was the first thing I thought about when I woke up in the morning, and the last thing I thought about before falling asleep. If for whatever reason he didn't show up one day, I missed him more than I cared to admit. Even though I knew it was silly I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't because of something I'd said or done the day before. Pretty soon thoughts of Xander never left me, day or night.
My husband noticed something was amiss but I don't know how much he cared. We had been together a long time and our lives had settled into the stereotypical routine of the married couple. Besides, he was a workaholic and he was always in his office banging away at his computer. He worked in software for a large multinational company and the rest of his team was in India, so he worked from home every day and adjusted his schedule to fit theirs. Early mornings for them was late night for him so we didn't see each other all that much. I lamented many times that he was neglecting our relationship and didn't pay enough attention to me, and each time he would promise that things would change but they never did. The sweet talk of Xander was a stark contrast to the silence I got at home...
Still, for a long time I kept turning Xander down. I couldn't trust a man who was so blatant about his intentions. I flirted with him but it was clear to me that things would never go anywhere. We did start hanging out though, and he would invite me to movies and for drinks. I went along thinking things wouldn't go any further than that.
Our relationship changed on our third date. We were at a local bar somewhere around our fourth drink and I was getting a bit tipsy. He was obviously getting pretty drunk himself but that didn't make him any less charming. On the contrary, this is when he finally opened up. That night he dropped his ladykiller facade and talked to me about his life, his wife and kids, his hopes and frustrations. He told me about his depression, about how it was a constant struggle for him to live a normal life. Things had been going well for a few months now but memories of the ordeal were never far away. His wife too struggled with this disease and right now he was the one tasked with trying to keep her spirits up, even though he knew it was mostly pointless; whatever causes depression can't be cured by dinner at a restaurant or shopping trips to the mall. That night my feelings for him changed. For the first time I thought of him as an actual human being, someone who can love and be loved, not just someone who's looking for a quick score.
Our first night together wasn't long after that. My husband was on a trip to India and I was home alone with the kids. The days were exhausting, always chasing after them and caring for them on my own with no one else there to help. One night after the kids were finally in bed he called. Looking for some company I invited him over. We had sex in my bed with the door closed so the kids wouldn't hear us. They never knew anybody had come to our house that night.
Unfortunately after we had sex he seemed to lose interest. Suddenly I found that it was me who was now pursuing him. The summer was ending and our trips to the pool became less frequent. I would call him and he wouldn't pick up. I'd email him long letters and he'd reply with a few words a couple of days later. We still saw each other every once in a while, and on those occasion we almost always had sex, but he wasn't pursuing me the way he used to. He said he was struggling with depression again and that his wife wasn't doing well and he needed to stay close to her. He said he had to work a lot, which to me was sweet irony and only made me feel worse considering what I was going through at home. I tried to break it off completely with him but found that I couldn't. I still loved talking to him and being with him. I thought we were good together, whatever it is that we were exactly... Eventually things settled a bit and we started seeing each other more regularly. Not often, but at least with some level of predictability. There would still be periods of a week or two where I didn't hear a word from him, but at least I was now confident that he'd come back to me soon enough.
So on the day of the party when I saw him show up, I was very excited! I hadn't seen him in a while and didn't think he would come. The way he greeted me and hugged me immediately took me back to some of our nights together, to the way his body would press against mine, strong and warm against my naked skin...
"We keep the blankets in the bedroom" I told him when we were inside. He didn't say a word but followed me up the stairs. I could feel his gaze on my ass as we climbed up and found my nipples now pressing against my bra. I was wearing my favorite black pants, tight and stretchy like yoga pants but with a bit more give, and I knew how it made my ass look. It wasn't an accident that I was wearing those on that day...
I opened the closet door and bent down low to reach the blankets on the lower shelf, knowing full well the kind of display I was putting on. He couldn't resist and before I could get up his hands were on my ass. First he pressed and massaged it over the stretched fabric, but soon his hands were reaching inside the pants, inside my barely-there thong, pulling both down and exposing my round cheeks.
"I have missed you" he said. "I missed you too" I replied, and to emphasize my words I pressed my bum into his palms. He reached in lower and ran his hand over my shaved lips. "Hmmmm" I moaned, letting him know I didn't want him to stop. He pulled my pants down lower and his fingers reached in deeper, opening me under their touch. I was already completely wet and simply tracing softly over my cleft was enough for my juices to coat the tip of his fingers. Soon I could feel my clit already begging for attention and again I raised my ass against him to encourage him to go in deeper.
Bending slightly over me he moved one hand up under my shirt while still teasing me with the other. He caressed my lower back and then moved higher still, lifting up my shirt and rubbing the entire length of my back over my bra. Deftly he unhooked it so that I was now naked from the neck down to my pants bunched up at the top of my knees. He rubbed my back again, my skin now warm and tingly under his touch, before placing his grip firmly on the back of my neck. Instinctively I lifted my ass and his other hand pressed harder on my pussy, one finger slowly sliding between the wet lips...
There I was, half naked and bent over before him, my mind filled with sex and his body now pressing against mine, when we heard the sound of footsteps coming our way. Somebody was coming up the stairs! I turned around to find that we'd left the bedroom door wide open! Quickly I got up and pulled my shirt down. He tried to pull my pants up but only managed to get them halfway up my ass before someone was at the door, staring at us with eyes wide. Luckily for us it was my friend Christine--about the only person I had told about me and Xander. Still, there we stood Xander and I, trying to look as casual as possible, me with my bra undone and half my ass peeking out of my pants and him with a noticeable bulge at the front of his jeans, both of us pretending that the inside of this closet was the most fascinating thing in the world... Thankfully Christine is a very good friend; without a word or a frown she simply closed the bedroom door and we heard her head back down the stairs.
We couldn't help but giggle at what had just happened. He grabbed my ass again and guided me toward the bed. I laid down and in one swift movement my pants were off. He threw himself heavily on top of me and his mouth found mine and our tongues reached out for one another and we kissed like this for a long time, with my naked legs wrapped tightly over his jeans. His hands roamed under my shirt, fondling my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples. He pushed the shirt up over my breasts and his mouth replaced his fingers, and his lips held the soft flesh tightly while his tongue hungrily attacked the nipple.
My head was back on the pillow and my hands were in his hair and my legs were still around him, pulling his body in between my legs. I was hot and dripping and yearned for him to fill me. But instead of his cock I got his mouth and his fingers. He kissed my tummy and my mound and I pushed my hips up to meet his mouth. He's by far the best lover I've ever had and he always knows how to get me off. He pushed one finger and then two inside me while his tongue circled my clit. Desperate for more pressure I pushed myself up even higher and finally he relented and his mouth closed in. He licked and tickled and sucked, and held my clit softly between his teeth while his tongue lapped at it and his fingers curled inside me. I was so horny I came in no time at all and he had to put a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. At this point I was so glad to finally be with him again I didn't care if anybody heard me.
When I recovered he let go of me and pull down his pants, releasing his cock. He was already fully hard but still I took it in my mouth, looking forward to paying him in kind. He was standing up and still mostly dressed while I lay half naked with my bra undone and only my shirt on. Before long I could feel him ready to burst and I took him in all the way ready for his release. But he wouldn't let me and instead he pulled out of me and had me bend over the bed. He took me greedily from behind in long forceful strokes. When he finally came I felt the warm pulses of his cum inside me. Still hard he kept going until I could feel it leak out and run down between my thighs.
When he relented he pulled his pants up and collapsed on the bed beside me. I pressed against him and we hugged again, happy to finally be in each other's arms. We had already been away from the others too long and there was no time to talk, but we stole a few more moments, silently enjoying each other's warmth, listening to each other's still heavy breathing.
I sent him down with the blankets while I gathered myself. His cum had left a big wet spot on our comforter and I dried it with a towel and then flipped it over, confident no one would ever notice. I toweled myself off, pulled my pants up and headed back out.
No one seemed to have missed us. More guests had arrived while I was inside and I found Alan busy greeting everybody. I lent a hand getting everyone settled in with drinks and food and grabbed a glass of wine for myself. I spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with everyone, reconnecting with old friends and just generally having a good time. I tried not to pay too much attention to Xander because I didn't trust myself to keep our secret and was worried that somehow I'd inadvertently say something or do something and someone would notice something was going on between the two of us. Besides, any anxiety I had felt about not having seen him in a while had lifted and now there were other interesting people to talk to...
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