This is a true story about my neighbor Michele and our extramarital affair. She went from being my wife’s friend to becoming my lover. Part 3 of 7
The entire time Michele was pregnant, we rarely talked, but I did enjoy seeing her belly swell. The few times we did speak, she was very curt with me; although I pictured it was my seed that fertilized her eggs and produced our baby. There is nothing more masculine than making a woman pregnant. People always say pregnant women glow…that was certainly true with Michele. She was absolutely beautiful with her growing belly. Of course, I may have been a little biased since I thought it was my baby.
When Tony and her left for the hospital, she invited my wife to help with birth coaching. I was a little jealous because I wanted to be there and see what the baby looked like. I longed to be the one to cut the umbilical cord, but it wasn’t meant to be. That fat slob of a husband would be the one to cut the connection thus separating Michele and my baby. My wife returned several hours later with the good news. She was thrilled that her good friend had a baby girl, but I could see a little jealousy in her eyes that it would never happen for her. I tried to comfort her the best way I could.
A few weeks later, the men in the neighborhood had a poker game to celebrate the birth (the women had a baby shower prior to the birth). Tony handed out cigars with a pink band. I just put mine on the table to be discarded later. He was so proud of his success in becoming a dad. I was watching him the entire time we played and kept thinking to myself 'it isn’t your baby girl…it’s mine. You weren’t man enough to get your wife pregnant, so I took care of it.' He had a big smile the entire game and would laugh at every joke like it was the funniest thing he ever heard. I never understood why Michele was with this fat idiot. He sat there with his huge belly and drank almost a full case of beer and smoked about two packs of cigarettes. All of the men were drunk by the time we concluded our game. I didn’t drink much, so I went home with all their money and with the satisfaction of fucking Tony’s wife.
Michele and Tony named my wife and I the baby girl’s godmother and godfather. When I heard this from my wife, I got a devilish grin and thought to myself 'you mean her godmother and real father.' My wife never understood why I looked the way I did when she informed me of their decision. Since I was named the girl’s godfather, I assumed this meant Michele was no longer upset with me. I planned to test that theory at some point in the near future. In the meantime, I just went about my daily business.
About four months after the baby arrived, I was working in my front yard and saw Michele standing at her window looking out toward me. She smiled and waved then turned away. I had to know if she wanted to restart our affair, so after a few moments of hesitancy, I crossed the street once again and knocked on her door. The familiar “come in” was all I needed to push my way inside.
Michele was again washing dishes in the kitchen sink, but this time I noticed baby bottles and pacifiers were included with the cups and silverware. I asked her where her little girl was and she informed me that Lily was asleep in the bassinet by the dining room table. I went over to her and looked with pride knowing this was definitely my child. I said “she looks just like you with a little of my features.” Michele just scoffed a little.
After walking back to the kitchen, I wrapped my hands around Michele’s waist and pushed my crotch against her ass. She said “not this time. We can’t start again and risk me having another child with you, especially since I’m ovulating. I’m not sure who fathered Lily, but Tony seems suspicious that she doesn’t look like him. I might just be paranoid...anyway, NO more fucking!!!” She then bucked her ass backward pushing my crotch away from her backside. I got the hint.
I continued to hold onto Michele’s waist and said “I know you wanted to get pregnant and be a mother. Please don’t be mad at me for giving you what you wanted. That fat slob of a husband wasn’t going to get you pregnant. If he somehow did, your beautiful daughter might grow up as an overweight kid.” I said this even though I knew weight had nothing to do with her father’s DNA. I just wanted Michele to feel better about our coupling and think about what would have happened without me.
Then I starting thinking about other ways we could have fun without risking a pregnancy. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear “where I’m going, you don’t need to worry about getting pregnant.”
Michele immediately thought I was looking for another blowjob like before, but then she realized I might be coming for her anal virginity. She became nervous having never performed this act. She asked “what do you mean I don’t need to worry? What are you planning?”
When Michele previously told me that no one had ever been in her back door, I knew I had to be the first. Naturally she would be nervous, so I needed to go slow, but also wanted to be a little forceful. She would resist at first, but expected her to finally give in. I wasn’t planning on raping her, but would push it right to the limit. I started my move.
I again pinned Michele against the kitchen sink, unfastened her jean shorts, and then pushed them and her panties down around her ankles. This time she wore large white panties that seemed a little old fashion for her. Even though Michele started to squirm and resist, I could tell she wanted more…or maybe she didn’t. Either way her squirming just got me more excited. She could have easily yelled or struggled harder. I took that as a good sign to proceed. I pushed on the back of her neck so she was bent at the waist over the sink. I didn’t care to see her tits today, even though they were even larger than before, swollen with mother’s milk. After all, I wanted her ass virginity.
I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter and prepared to lube her ass and anal canal. I noticed it said ‘extra virgin olive oil’ which I thought was appropriate. I poured a little on her crack and my finger, and then massaged her puckered hole. I inserted one finger which was difficult, and then tried two. Michele struggled and grunted in pain so I was careful not to injure her. I continued massaging her ass until her sphincter relaxed a little. Now one finger entered easily but still had resistance with two.
I pushed her legs apart as far as her jean shorts allowed as they were still wrapped around her ankles. I lowered my pants and underwear, then oiled up my rock hard cock as best I could. Guiding my cock to her anus was the easy part. Penetrating her tight asshole was proving very difficult. After several failed attempts, I finally got past the outer ring and let Michele get used to the feeling. She grunted and cried out a little louder “stop, not my ass! I haven’t let anyone even try.” I ignored her.
Pushing a little harder got me about two inches inside. Michele grunted again and pleaded for me to stop and let her give me a blowjob instead. I was in no mood for another blowjob and quietly replied “I want your ass cherry and you are giving it to me. Struggle if you want, but this WILL happen. I plan to give you an anal creampie as deep as my cock will go. Now relax and enjoy this so I don’t hurt you by mistake.” That was all I needed to say so I continued pushing. Three inches, four inches, five inches and finally I was hard against her ass with my pubic bone. What a great feeling to be inside Michele’s tight ass and being the first to conquer it.
I pulled back until just the head of my cock was inside her ring. Michele let out a sigh thinking it was over, but another push deep inside made her realize I was just getting started. I continued my rhythmic thrusting...slow withdraw and hard push. With each thrust Michele grunted and cried. I continued to hold her down over the sink. Reaching for the bottle of olive oil again, I poured a little more on my shaft when pulling back to help with her comfort. After about five minutes, she started to relax and let it happen. Her ass became a little less restrictive although it was much tighter than her pussy. I was also able to stop holding her down, so I placed my hands on either side of her wide hips while I continued thrusting. What a great view to see my cock disappear inside her virgin ass.
As I pushed forward, Michele started pushing back toward my groin. With each thrust I grunted a little for her benefit. I wanted her to believe I had to work at it. It also gave me pleasure thinking what an animal I had become. I wasn’t very experienced at anal sex having only two partners before taking Michele’s ass cherry. One time in college, my girlfriend and I experimented with anal but that was the first and last time for her. My second was with my wife but no more than six times during our marriage. Not her favorite.
We continued this rhythmic thrusting for a few additional minutes. Michele’s grunts turned into moans. I was starting to feel my climax build to the point of no return. This time I warned Michele I was getting ready to dump a load in her ass. “Get ready for my cum. You will feel the warmth inside your ass when it starts.” Then a first rope of semen shot through my cock and into Michele’s rectum. She started to climax as my cock twitched inside her and screamed out “I’m cumming too! How can that happen when you’re in my ass?” Her orgasm was intense, causing her body to convulse uncontrollably. It seemed to last several minutes, although it was probably a little over twenty seconds. The spasms in her rectum were squeezing my cock trying to cut off the circulation.
After Michele’s orgasm finally calmed down and with my balls emptied, I withdrew to watch jizz leak out her asshole, down her thighs and onto the floor. Some of my cum landed on the panties and jean shorts still around her ankles. I smacked her hard on the ass leaving a red mark the size of my hand and said “I’ll be back for more anal the next time we’re both alone. Don’t go giving your ass to Tony now that I’ve planted my flag. I took your cherry, so your ass belongs to me now.”
Michele weakly nodded feeling fortunate the pounding was over. She was weak following her orgasm and slowly bent down to pull up her shorts all while grimacing in pain. I knew her ass would be sore for several days, so I planned to visit her a few weeks later. I pulled up my underwear and pants with the thrill of taking Michele’s anal virginity. Now I was the one with a big smile.
Before leaving, I grabbed Michele’s tits and gave a firm squeeze. A little milk leaked out causing the front of her t-shirt to be wet. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled us together for a firm kiss, and then whispered in her ear “you will make a great mother to our child.” On my way to the front door, I stopped in the dining room to take another look at Lily. She lay there peacefully asleep while I looked on in amazement beaming with pride. I turned to look at Michele and asked “are you sure you don’t want another one? We can try for a boy right now since only your ass is sore.” She just pointed to the door.
As I was leaving Michele’s house, I saw Tony’s work truck enter the neighborhood. I quickly made my way across the street to my mailbox and pretended to be checking the mail. When Tony exited his truck, he just smiled and waved. I thought to myself 'I just opened your wife’s mailbox as well and delivered a load. Too bad you’ll never get to deliver your own load.' I laughed and laughed.