A Visit to His Sister’s Place Brings an Unexpected Surprise

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While visiting his sister’s house, a married man unexpected hooks up with a former older neighbor for some great discreet sex.

Gary pulled into the gravel driveway, his tires crunching over the loose stones as he approached the familiar white farmhouse. The Indiana sun blazed overhead, casting a golden glow across the surrounding fields of tall, swaying corn. It had been too long since he’d seen the place where he’d grown up, and the nostalgia washed over him like a warm summer rain. He stepped out of his car, feeling the sticky heat of the day cling to him, and took a deep breath of the sweet, earthy air.

The screen door to the house creaked open, and his sister, Janice, emerged. Her hair, a fiery red like their mother’s, was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wiped her hands on a floral apron that had seen better days. A wide smile spread across her freckled face as she spotted him. “Gary, you made it!” she called out, her voice carrying over the rustle of the corn.

They embraced, and as they stepped into the cool shade of the porch, Janice whispered into his ear, “You remember Gloria, right?”

Gary’s mind raced back to childhood memories. Gloria, the girl next door, four years his senior. The one who had always seemed so out of reach, so mature and alluring. “Yeah,” he murmured, his heart beating a little faster. “How could I forget?”

As Janice led him into the kitchen, the scent of something delicious filled the air. “Gloria stopped by to borrow some eggs,” she said over her shoulder. “Thought you two might want to catch up.”

SUMMARY^1: Upon arriving at Janice’s Indiana farmhouse, Gary is hit with waves of nostalgia. Janice, wearing a worn floral apron, greets him warmly and reveals that Gloria, their former neighbor and childhood crush, has come by to borrow eggs and offers a chance for them to reconnect.

Gary’s eyes widened when he saw her. Gloria had filled out since he’d last seen her, her curves more pronounced, her breasts straining against the fabric of her tight t-shirt. Her legs, long and tanned, stretched out from a pair of cut-off shorts, and her eyes, a piercing blue, met his with a knowing smile. She’d always had a way of making him feel both nervous and excited in a way that was entirely inappropriate for a neighbor.

“Gary,” she purred, stepping closer, her hips swaying with a confidence that hadn’t been there when she was a teenager. “It’s been ages.”

Their hands touched briefly as Janice handed over the carton of eggs, and an electric charge shot up his arm. He felt himself blushing, and his eyes fell to the floor as he mumbled a greeting. Gloria’s laugh was low and throaty, sending another jolt through his body.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Janice suggested, her eyes dancing with mischief. “I’m sure we can rustle up something extra special for our guest of honor.”

Gloria’s gaze never left his, and for a moment, the room felt charged with something more than just the heat of the day. “I’d like that,” she said, her voice dripping with a hint of something… more.

And just like that, the stage was set for an evening that would not only rekindle old memories but also ignite new desires.

An older couple, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, who had recently bought the property adjacent to Janice’s, arrived unannounced. They walked into the house with the ease of familiarity, their laughter echoing through the hallway as they entered the living room. Janice introduced them to her brother with a knowing wink, and Gloria, ever the gracious neighbor, greeted them with a warm smile.

As they all sat down on the plush, floral couch that had seen generations of family gatherings, Gloria leaned into Gary and whispered, “They don’t know you’re not my boyfriend.” The thrill of the lie sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his cock stir in his pants.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Gloria announced, “Gary here is my boyfriend. He’s just back in town for a visit.” The Thompsons’ smiles grew wider, and their eyes gleamed with curiosity. They didn’t seem to mind the lie, or perhaps they were just too polite to question it. Either way, their indifference to the truth only added to the illicit allure of the situation.

The conversation flowed easily, the four of them sharing stories of the town’s gossip and the latest happenings. But it was the way Gloria’s hand would rest on his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles that grew smaller and more insistent with every passing minute, that had his pulse racing. His mind was a whirlwind of memories from their shared past, and the tantalizing promise of what the night might hold.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a canvas of fiery reds and oranges, Janice began to set the table for dinner. The tension between him and Gloria grew thick, the air charged with a palpable electricity that seemed to make the very walls of the farmhouse hum with anticipation. The older couple, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrent of desire, regaled them with tales of their travels and adventures since moving to the quiet countryside.

Dinner was a feast of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and Janice’s famous apple pie. Gloria sat across from him, her legs crossed in a way that revealed the smooth, bare skin of her thigh. He couldn’t help but stare, his imagination running wild with thoughts of what she might be hiding beneath her clothes. The way she licked her lips as she took a bite of the pie, the way her eyes never left his, told him that she was enjoying the game as much as he was.

After the plates were cleared and the Thompsons had thanked Janice for the meal, they excused themselves, claiming an early bedtime. As the door shut behind them, Gloria leaned back on the couch, her chest rising and falling with the heavy breaths she’d been taking. “Alone at last,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that had him on his feet before he even knew what was happening.

Gary’s hands found her waist, pulling her to stand before him. The fabric of her t-shirt was warm from her body, and the feel of her skin beneath it sent waves of desire crashing over him. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign that she didn’t mean what she’d said earlier. But all he found was a deep, unmistakable hunger that mirrored his own.

Without another word, he crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue slipping between her lips to taste the sweetness she’d been hiding from him for so long. Her body melted into his, her curves pressing against him in a way that made his cock throb. He felt her hands roaming over his chest, her nails digging into his skin, and knew that the night was about to take a very unexpected turn.

Gary whispered the words into her left ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath her lobe. “You know, a girlfriend would show up at her boyfriend’s motel room. Ramada Inn, room two fourteen.”

Her eyes searched his, a mix of surprise and excitement. “But I don’t have a motel room,” she replied, her voice husky with want.

“Not yet,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to let her catch her breath. “But I do.”

Gloria took a moment to process the sudden turn of events, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, with a smirk that spoke volumes, she nodded. “I’ll be there,” she promised, her voice a seductive purr.

Gary couldn’t believe his luck as he left Janice’s house, the image of Gloria’s hungry gaze burned into his retinas. The short drive to the Ramada Inn felt like an eternity, his mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come. He’d been dreaming of this moment for so long, and now it was finally happening.

He checked into the motel, his heart hammering in his chest. The room was simple but clean, with a large, inviting bed that seemed to call out to him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he waited for her to arrive. Every second felt like a minute, and every minute an hour, until finally, there was a knock on the door.

He pulled it open, and there she was, standing in the doorway with a devilish smile on her lips. Her eyes swept over him, taking in his bare chest and the tight jeans that barely contained his excitement. “Ready for me?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.

Gary didn’t bother with an answer. He pulled her inside, slammed the door shut with his foot, and pinned her against the wall, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that spoke of years of pent-up passion. Her hands tugged at his belt, her urgency matching his own. He could feel her heat, her need, and it only served to drive him further over the edge.

Her t-shirt came off first, revealing full, round breasts that spilled out of a lacy black bra. His hands found the clasp, releasing them to the air. They were more beautiful than he’d ever imagined, with pink, puckered nipples that begged for his attention. He took one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as she gasped and arched her back, pressing herself into him.

Her shorts followed, and she stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but a pair of matching black panties. He slid his hand down her stomach, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to find her already wet and ready for him. He groaned into her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he felt her shiver.

Their clothes fell away in a flurry of fabric, and they tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and passion. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was both new and familiar, as if their bodies had been waiting for this moment all along.

Gloria’s moans grew louder as he explored every inch of her, his mouth worshipping her breasts, her neck, her stomach, until he reached the juncture of her thighs. He took his time, his tongue tracing the line of her panties before finally pushing them aside to taste her. She was sweet and salty, a heady combination that made him crave more.

Her hands tangled in his hair as he pleasured her, her hips moving in time with his mouth. He felt her tension build, her muscles tightening around his fingers as he slid them inside her. And when she came, it was with a scream that filled the small motel room, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Their lovemaking was raw and intense, a culmination of years of stolen glances and unspoken desires. They didn’t hold back, giving in to every urge and craving. And as they lay tangled in the rumpled sheets, sweat-slicked and gasping for air, it was clear that this was only the beginning of a long, passionate night.

Gloria looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and whispered the words he’d dreamed of hearing for so long. “Fuck me, Gary,” she begged, her voice a hoarse, desperate moan that sent a bolt of lust straight to his core. “Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. With a feral growl, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock thick and ready. He slammed into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the motel room. Her nails raked down his back as she bucked her hips to meet his every thrust, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

The bed creaked beneath them as they moved together, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate in the very air. Their skin slapped together, a rhythmic counterpoint to the wet sounds of their joining. Her breasts bounced with every impact, her nipples a rosy pink from his earlier ministrations.

He felt her tighten around him, her orgasm building once more. “Yes,” she screamed, “yes, yes, yes!” And as she climaxed, her walls contracted, gripping him so tightly that it was all he could do not to come right then and there. But he held back, determined to give her every ounce of pleasure she demanded.

Her nails dug deeper into his flesh, leaving red trails in their wake. “Harder,” she panted, her voice a siren’s call driving him wild. He complied, his hips moving faster and harder, the headboard banging against the wall in a staccato beat that matched the pounding of his heart.

Her moans grew louder, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she matched his pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to claim her completely. And as they reached the peak together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their shared release, it was as if all the years of longing and unfulfilled fantasies were washed away in a flood of ecstasy.

Gary collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He could feel her heart racing beneath his chest, and the tremors of her climax still rippling through her body. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with the same passion that had driven him to take her so fiercely.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and spent, Gloria looked up at him with a smile that was both satisfied and hungry for more. “Well, that was a surprise,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “But a very welcome one.”

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing in time with each other’s. The room was a cocoon of heat and passion, a place where the outside world couldn’t touch them. And in that moment, with the sound of their mingled breaths the only music, they knew that their one night together would be a memory neither of them would ever forget.

But little did they know that this was just the first chapter in a story that would unfold over the long, steamy night ahead, a story of lust and desire that would have them both craving more. The farmhouse, the cornfields, and the quiet town of their childhood had become the backdrop for a passionate reunion that neither of them had ever dared to imagine.

As the darkness of night settled in, Gloria curled against him, her naked body fitting perfectly into the contours of his. The air conditioner hummed a soft lullaby, and the motel room grew still except for the sound of their mingled breaths. Their limbs entwined, and their hearts beat together in a rhythm that was both comforting and erotic.

Gary stirred from his slumber to find Gloria’s head nestled between his legs, her mouth wrapped tightly around his swollen cock. The sensation was exquisite, a jolt of pleasure that shot through his sleep-addled brain like a bolt of lightning. He lay there, frozen for a moment, unsure if he was dreaming or if this was real.

But the wet heat of her mouth was all too real, and his body responded in kind. He grew harder, his cock pulsing with every stroke of her tongue. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, and the sight of her like this, so wanton and eager, had him on the brink of losing control. He reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently guided her movements, setting a pace that had him groaning with every pass of her lips.

Her mouth was a warm, velvety heaven, and she knew just how to use it to drive him wild. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, teasing and taunting him until he was ready to explode. And when he did, the release was like nothing he’d ever felt before. His hips bucked, and he filled her mouth with his seed, his eyes rolling back in his head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

Gloria swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his. And when she was done, she climbed up to kiss him deeply, sharing his taste with him in a kiss that was both intimate and filthy. It was a declaration of war on any inhibitions they might have had, a promise of a night filled with passion and pleasure.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, and the scent of their lovemaking filled the room. But instead of feeling sated, they were only more eager, more hungry for each other. They kissed with a fervor that was almost desperate, their hands roaming and exploring as if they couldn’t get enough.

And so, the night continued, a series of stolen moments and passionate encounters that left them both gasping and trembling. They fucked like it was the last night of their lives, like there was nothing in the world that mattered but the feel of each other’s bodies.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the blinds, they finally fell into a deep, sated sleep, their limbs still entwined, their hearts still racing. But even as they rested, the promise of what was to come whispered through their dreams, a tantalizing hint of the pleasures they would soon share once more.

Gloria woke first, her body craving the touch of her younger neighbor once again. She sat up on the edge of the bed, the early morning light casting a soft glow across her skin. She spread her legs, the dark patch of hair between her thighs a stark contrast to the pale flesh surrounding it. “Eat my pussy,” she ordered, her voice still thick with sleep but filled with desire. “Make me cum.”

Gary stirred, his eyes slowly opening to find her watching him, her expression one of pure need. He didn’t hesitate, his body responding to her command as if it had been waiting for it. He knelt between her legs, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils and making his cock stir with renewed interest. He took a moment to simply breathe her in, to savor the musky, sweet aroma that was uniquely hers.

With a hunger that was almost feral, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue seeking out the swollen flesh of her clit. She gasped, her body jolting at the contact, and he knew he had found the spot that would send her over the edge. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into the wet folds of her sex. Her hips rocked, pushing her pussy closer to his eager mouth, urging him to take more of her.

“Eat my pussy, Gary!” she chanted, her voice rising with every stroke of his tongue. He loved the way she tasted, the way she felt against his mouth, the way she responded to his touch. And as he listened to her, as he felt her body tense and quiver, he knew that he had the power to give her what she needed.

For five agonizingly delicious minutes, he feasted on her, his mouth and tongue worshipping her pussy as if it were the holy grail of pleasure. And then, just as the tension in the room was about to snap, she let out a loud “YESSSSS” moan, her body convulsing, her legs shaking uncontrollably. He felt the warm rush of her orgasm against his face, and he lapped it up greedily, eager to claim every drop.

Her body went limp, and she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of her climax. He looked up at her, his face glistening with her juices, a proud smile playing on his lips. “Good?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a fresh wave of desire through her.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured, her eyes still closed. “Very good.”

Their lovemaking was a dance of power and submission, a ballet of desire that had no rules, no limits. And as the sun rose, painting the motel room with a rosy glow, they knew that the night had only just begun. The day ahead was filled with promise, a canvas on which they would paint a masterpiece of passion that neither of them would ever forget.

Gary and Gloria took their time getting dressed, their eyes devouring each other’s naked bodies. They stepped out into the early morning light, the crunch of gravel beneath their feet as they made their way to Gloria’s car. The air was cool, a refreshing contrast to the heat of the night before, and it seemed to charge them with new energy.

Their destination was a series of old, familiar places from their youth, each one a silent witness to the stolen kisses and furtive touches they’d shared over the years. The abandoned barn, the deserted playground, the quiet stretch of the river where they’d once gone skinny dipping – all of these places held secrets that only the two of them knew.

As they drove through the town, the memories flooded back, each one a reminder of the connection that had been simmering between them for so long. Gloria took his hand, her grip tight, and together they revisited the landmarks of their shared past. The air in the car was thick with tension, a delicious anticipation of what was to come.

When they returned to the Ramada Inn, the need was palpable. “Fuck me,” Gloria demanded, her voice a siren’s call that had him hard and ready in an instant. They didn’t bother with the pretense of conversation, stripping each other with frantic hands, their clothes falling to the floor in a mess of fabric.

He laid her down on the bed, her legs in the air, and slid into her with a single, powerful thrust. The feeling of her pussy, wet and welcoming, was like coming home. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that only grew louder as he picked up the pace. “Fuck me, I’ve been wanting your cock in my pussy since I was a teen,” she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his every stroke.

Their bodies moved together in a symphony of passion, each touch, each kiss, each caress a declaration of the desire that had been building for so long. And as she chanted “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me,” he knew that he’d never felt more alive, more connected to another human being.

Gloria’s legs wrapped around his waist, her hands squeezing his ass as if she never wanted to let go. “Cum in my pussy,” she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. And with a final, powerful thrust, he did, filling her with his seed as her body shuddered beneath him.

The intensity of her orgasm was like nothing he’d ever felt before, her muscles clenching around him as she rode the waves of pleasure. He watched as the climax took her, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, her entire body a testament to the power of their connection.

And when it was over, when their breaths had slowed and their bodies had stilled, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice filled with a tenderness that took him by surprise.

They lay there, their bodies tangled in the sheets, basking in the afterglow. But even as they caught their breath, the hunger between them grew stronger, the promise of more passionate moments to come. And as the day unfolded, they explored every inch of each other, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words.

The motel room became a sanctuary, a place where their desires were the only law, where their bodies were the only map they needed to navigate the tumultuous seas of lust and love. And in that space, as the sun set on their reunion, they discovered that the flame of desire that had been burning for so long had only just been fanned into an inferno that would consume them both.

Gary knew that eventually, he would have to leave, to return to his life outside of this small Indiana town. But as they lay in each other’s arms, their breaths mingling, they made a pact. Each time he returned, whether it was for a family gathering or a fleeting visit, they would find a way to sneak away and indulge in their secret rendezvous. It was a promise that thrilled him to his core, knowing that every moment they stole together would be a precious gift that time and distance couldn’t diminish.

The days passed in a blur of passionate embraces and whispered confessions, their bodies moving in a dance of love that seemed to transcend the confines of the motel room. They explored every inch of each other, learning the curves and lines that had haunted their dreams for so long. And with every touch, every kiss, every shared orgasm, the bond between them grew stronger, a bond that neither of them could deny.

As the time for his departure grew near, the air grew heavy with a mix of anticipation and dread. They knew that their secret trysts would have to come to an end, at least for now. But the promise of future meetings, of more stolen moments filled with passion, was a balm that soothed the sting of parting. They vowed to keep in touch, to plan their encounters with the precision of a military operation, ensuring that each visit home was filled with the fire that had been rekindled that fateful summer evening.

Their last night together was a crescendo of pleasure, a symphony of moans and gasps that seemed to echo through the very walls of the motel. They pushed each other to new heights, their bodies a canvas for a masterpiece of eroticism. And as the dawn crept in, painting the room in shades of pink and gold, they knew that their love affair was far from over.

Gary packed his bags with a heavy heart, his body still singing with the memory of their lovemaking. Gloria watched him, her eyes dark with longing, her lips swollen from his kisses. “I’ll be here,” she murmured, her hand tracing a line down his chest. “Waiting for you.”

He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both sweet and desperate. “I’ll come back,” he promised, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’ll always come back for you.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving behind a trail of desire and a promise that would fuel their fantasies until the day he returned. Each time he thought of her, each time he felt the ache of her absence, he knew that their story was one that was meant to be written in the secret language of love, a tale of passion that could only truly unfold in the shadows of their shared past.

Gloria stood in the parking lot of the hotel by her car, her eyes never leaving his retreating figure. She watched as Gary’s rental car disappeared down the road, a small speck in the vastness of the Indiana landscape. With a sigh that was equal parts pleasure and pain, she closed the door, her heart already racing with thoughts of their next meeting.

In the quiet of the room, she felt the emptiness of his absence like a physical ache. But she knew that their love was not meant to be confined by the boundaries of time or space. It was a wild, untamed thing that grew stronger with every secret touch, every stolen glance. And as she slipped out of her clothes, the scent of him still lingering on her skin, she couldn’t help but smile.

Their story was just beginning, a tale of passion that would unfold with each visit home. Each time he returned, they would pick up where they left off, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing with the excitement of what was to come. And in that knowledge, she found comfort. For in the end, it was the promise of their secret meetings that kept her going, a beacon of light in the mundane darkness of everyday life.

Gary drove away with the taste of Gloria still on his lips, her scent in his nostrils, and the feeling of her body still imprinted on his own. The miles stretched before him, but the memory of her touch was a balm that soothed the ache of leaving. He knew that every time he saw her again, it would be like coming home to the sweetest part of himself that he’d left behind.

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