My brother was married to Diane, a petite bombshell in heels. I admit even when I was married I would fantasize about fucking Diane. My brother passed away years later, Diane would remarry two years later.

She married for money, no doubt about it. My brother was good looking and fit, the guy Diane married couldn't run 10 yards if his life depended on it and he wasn't worried about impressing any woman.

Diane would call me sometimes, the topic would turn to sex. She would say her husband was so lame in bed she had no desire to be with him sexually. I told Diane that she got what she paid for, she didn't like that and the conversation ended quickly.

A few weeks went by and Diane showed up in my office unexpectedly. The weather was warm and Diane walked in wearing this summer dress and strappy white sandals. The only makeup Diane ever needed to wear was lipstick, a red color that she had worn ever since she had started dating my brother.

She wanted to take me to lunch, she wanted to discuss something with me. I guess she got over the remark I had made a few weeks earlier on the phone. I told her I would meet her around the corner at the little cafe that was popular during nice weather. I showed up about thirty minutes later, Diane had a table nearest a row of manicured bushes towards the back.

She stood up and greeted me, she was wearing those big sun glasses the female movie stars like to wear. We talked for a minute than ordered our food. Small talk at first and then the subject of her husband came up and how she was now avoiding sleeping in the same bed with him.

I asked Diane why she didn't find someone to sleep with on the side, not that I was offering myself up to her. Diane said guys could make things sticky, I knew how she meant it. I knew a few married guys with a fuck buddy on the side, some people tend to get possessive.

Diane continued on and looked at me from behind those big sun glasses. I don't know why I was so surprised when Diane asked me to take care of her sexual needs. I guess she could trust me and I wasn't going to get "sticky" with her.

Now I wasn't really with anyone at the time and honestly I always wanted to know what Diane was like in bed. Since my brother was married to her for many years, I knew two things about Diane and that she could be a dominant bitch! I had seen her in action a few times with my brother, not something I would put up with to be honest. There was no doubt who wore the heels and pants in the family.

I told Diane I would think it over, I could see her expression change even behind those bug eye sun glasses. She finished her meal quickly, leaned over and kissed me almost on the mouth as she stood up. Diane told me I should really think about it, she turned and I watched her walk through the cafe, her high heels clicking on the concrete with each step and she vanished around the corner. I wiped my mouth off, the linen napkin turning red from Diane's lipstick. I finished wiping my mouth off in the restroom before going back to the office.

I thought about Diane for the rest of the day when I had a moment. Part of me wanted to let her squirm a few days but Diane wasn't that kind of woman to wait for anyone. I texted her that evening from home, telling her to give me a day and time to meet. She texted me right back, the following evening at my house at 9pm, I agreed.

Diane showed up a few minutes early the next evening. I opened the door and there was no doubt why she was there. She had more makeup on, her lips glistened with fresh red lipstick I'm sure she put on before she got out of her car. Diane wore a little black dress with very high heels.

We sat on the sofa and I poured her a Seven&Seven, I knew what Diane liked from years ago being married to my brother. She sat very close to me, her perfume was very alluring I have to admit. Her green eyes seemed to look right through me as we made small talk. She extended her hand towards me, allowing me to take her hand into mine. Same Diane, long red nails as she always wore in the past.

No sense wasting anymore time, I pulled Diane towards me and kissed her. Diane opened her mouth and almost swallowed my tonsils. We kissed like lovers in heat, our mouths locked together in a kiss that made my cock jump to attention quickly. Soon we were both breathing hard and it was time to take it to the bedroom.

As soon as we hit the bed I understood what my brother had told me about Diane being a dominant bitch in many ways. She got on top of me instantly, rubbing her body against me and making sure I was worked up to her liking.

We transitioned during foreplay, her on top and then me. She kissed me, even bit me sometimes and making sure those long red nails got there fair share of my skin also. My cock was steel hard and I grabbed by the hips and Diane slipped out of my grasp, she got me onto my back and began to ride my cock.

Her red nails clawed my chest as she climaxed several times in rapid succession. Now it was my turn and I flipped Diane over to get her on her fours. Diane wasn't having any of that I can tell you. She lay on her back and I could fuck her missionary all I wanted, but she wasn't going for the submissive position one bit.

I fucked her feverishly, she came again hard. I grabbed her petite body and flipped her onto her fours. Diane shocked me when she called me a fucking asshole! That pissed me off and I rammed my cock into her right to the hilt. She hated it but her body sold her out, she came all over my cock a few moments later.

I finished up inside of her in the missionary position, my hands around her ankles. I spread her sexy legs wide apart and thrust my hard cock into her until I couldn't hold back another minute. Just looking at her face, I knew she could feel me shooting my cum into her pussy. I kept fucking Diane until the last drops were spent.

Diane pulled me down on her and as I lay there half on top of her she kissed me again, my cock was too spent to react to her hot mouth this time. We lay there for a bit and then she said she needed to get home. She slithered out of bed and grabbed her clothes quickly and into the bathroom.

Diane left my house with her lipstick all but gone, her high heels in her hand. I don't know what she looked like when she got back home but if Diane walked in looking like that I'm sure her husband would know someone fucked his wife.

The next day I got a text from Diane thanking and giving me hell for the way I fucked her on her fours. I told her if she wanted me to fuck her, that was going to be part of the deal and I haven't heard another word from her since..............





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by Anonymous on Oct 5, 2018 at 10:27 AM

And you won't until she either gets extremely horny or runs into some jerk on Tinder that forces her to her knees for head or anal...

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by Anonymous on Oct 5, 2018 at 10:44 PM

She sounds like a gal I met two years ago. There was no doubt that she liked to be in charge. When we finally got together for sex, she only wanted to ride my dick, she wasn't laying on her back for nobody. Just fucked her one time, she was good but I have had better!

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