The Pantry

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It had been a year since the incident with my mother-in-law in the hot tub, and we’d managed never to mention it since. While there had been a few awkward glances from time to time, we’d kept our silence. Not that I didn’t remember it clearly enough. It figured rather prominently in my masturbatory fantasies. I’d even asked Kelly, my wife, to grow back her pubic hair for a bit in order to indulge a little recreation of the scene in our own hot tub. I frequently replayed the scene when Angela removed her towel, showing me her patch of brown curls before climbing into the water. Kelly never asked why I’d wanted her to grow hair again, and I wasn’t about to share the reason.

But that didn’t last long. Kelly liked her bits trimmed neatly, if not shaved bare. But we had a few intense sessions in our tub. I also introduced some nipple pinching into our lovemaking.

“That’s great,” she said, after she’d come. “I love it when you pinch them hard. What made you want to do that? You’re not usually the pinching sort.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “It just seemed like something to try.”

I felt guilty as hell.

The few times I was alone with Angela, it was as if nothing had happened. That was good. I loved my wife, and while the sex with Angela was intense and pleasurable, I didn’t have any real desire to go there again. Angela seemed to share my attitude, at least as far as I could tell.

Christmas was coming, and Angela was doing her annual marathon of Christmas cookie baking. Kelly had volunteered us to help her out. We arrived, and Angela and Kelly began the mixing of ingredients, and I was tasked with fetching items from the pantry when necessary. The pantry itself was of the large, walk-in variety. Angela cooked constantly, and her pantry was stocked with a wide variety of just about anything you can think of. It was about six feet square, with shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling. There were boxes along the floor, which often had to be moved in order to access some items. By noon I was becoming pretty familiar with the contents.

“Kelly, dear,” Angela said. “I believe we’re getting low on flour.”

“Can you go check?” Kelly asked me, and I went dutifully to the pantry. But there was no flour left to be found there.

“Sorry,” I said, on returning. “Looks like you’re out.”

“Don’t worry, mom,” Kelly said, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’ll run down to the store and get some more.”

“There must me more in that pantry,” Angela said. “Maybe you just can’t find it?”

“Well, why not go look,” Kelly said. “I’ll run out and get some more, just in ataşehir escort case. It will only take a few minutes.”

Kelly removed her apron and grabbed her coat and keys. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

Angela headed for the pantry, and I followed. I watched her closely from behind. Angela was wearing tight jeans, powdered with flour and spotted with water, and a black sweatshirt. It looked as though she had recently had her hair colored, as its usual streaks of gray were now brown with pale red highlights, tied back in a ponytail.

“I think there might be some on the left shelf,” Angela said, opening the door to the pantry.

I glanced up, but couldn’t see. Closing the door behind me, I began moving some of the boxes out of the way, which meant putting them in front of the door. Angela turned on another light.

“I don’t see any,” I said. I heard a rustling noise, and turned around.

Angela had shimmied herself onto the freezer, her legs spread. Her jeans were in a pile on the floor.

Her bush was on display again, this time trimmed neatly so that her plump lips were visible. My cock was instantly hard in my pants. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were greedily taking in the lump in my pants. She spread her legs wider, and her hand dropped to her pussy. She slid a finger in easily, then removed it. She was obviously pretty wet.

“Angela,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

But she didn’t say anything. She slid herself off the freezer and turned around, giving me a great view of her ass. She leaned over the freezer. I was only a foot or so away from her. I desperately wanted to slide myself into her right now. Kelly was gone. We had time. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“I want you to do it in my bottom,” she said. And she reached back and spread her cheeks with her hand, and I could see her puckered hole. She rubbed it with a finger, and I could see it tightening and releasing.

I gave up. With a quick movement, I unbuckled my pants, dropping them to my ankles. My cock sprang out, hard and ready. I approached her, and my cock aligned naturally with her ass. She pressed against me, but there was the uncomfortable moment of rubbing skin without lubrication.

“I need it in your pussy first,” I whispered “Or, I can lick it if you want me to.” I’d never done that before, even to Kelly. To myself, I sounded like an inexperienced kid. “It’s dry.”

But Angela was already moving. She reached up and grabbed a small bottle of vegetable oil. She popped the fliptop open, reached back and drizzled kadıköy escort bayan a little on her hole.

“Are you sure that’s going to work?” I said, disbelievingly. She nodded.

“I’ve used it before on my bottom,” she said, matter-of-factly.

Cock in hand, I rubbed it against her hole, spreading the lube around generously, enjoying the feel of her against the tip of my cock. She moaned, and pressed against me. My cock slid in an inch, and she breathed in sharply.

“Are you ok?” I asked. She nodded. She lifted her shirt up above her breasts, and I could see that she was pinching her left nipple. I leaned forward, reaching for the other, and my cock slid into her ass further. Kelly and I had experimented with anal sex a few times, mostly with success. But somehow it had never felt quite like this.

“It feels so good in my bottom,” she said. Every time she said “bottom” I felt my cock throb harder. I pinched, and she wiggled against me. I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my balls. I withdrew slightly from her and then slid in again, slowly. She was tight. I wondered what she’d been putting in her ass with the oil. I imagined her in her bed, naked, with a bottle of oil and a cucumber.

“You’re so tight,” I told her, as I slowly fucked her ass. She started to move in rhythm with me, as there wasn’t much space to move around in the cramped quarters. She whimpered a little when I pushed the full length of my cock into her, but she kept fucking back.

“I want you to do it in my bottom,” she said, quietly but with a note of desperation. “I want you to come in my bottom.”

Her legs were trembling slightly. I pinched harder and she cried out. For a moment I wondered how long we’d been in the pantry, and when Kelly would be back. I fucked her harder.

“Pinch my nipples hard,” she said. I did. Every time I did she quickened the pace, pushing back against me as I slid the entire length of my cock into her. I was getting close to coming. My balls were slapping into her wet pussy with each thrust. Angela’s hand slid from her nipple down to her pussy, where she was rubbing almost frantically at her clit.

I heard a rattling noise, which I immediately recognized as the garage door, and knew that Kelly must be back. How the hell did twenty minutes go by so fast?

Angela was fucking me hard, but not hard enough. I grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She was moaning loudly, now, and I could tell she was close.

“Come in my bottom.” she moaned.

That was enough for me. I felt my muscles contract escort maltepe as I shot my load into her ass.

“That’s it,” she said. “Come in my bottom!”

And she was coming too, I could tell, as her ass contracted around my cock, milking the come out of me.

And it was done. I lay there half on top of her, pressed up against the freezer for a few moments until I realized that we had better get cleaned up. I slid myself out of Angela’s ass, which elicited a groan from the woman, and then searched for my pants. Angela stood up, reached for some paper towels on the shelf and handed me a few. I wiped myself up as quickly and thoroughly as I could, and Angela was doing the same. In moments we had our clothes back on, and I was moving the boxes back out of the way.

I looked out into the kitchen but didn’t see Kelly anywhere. I entered the kitchen, with Angela following close behind. We both looked rumpled and tired. Glancing into a small mirror on the wall, I straightened my hair out, or at least tried to.

Angela walked to the front door and peeked out through one of the sidelights.

“She’s not back yet,” Angela said.

“I thought I heard the garage door,” I said.

Angela scampered down the hallway to the door leading to the garage and opened it.

“It’s empty,” she said. “Sometimes the heater sounds a lot like the garage door.”

Just then, I heard an approaching rumble and the grinding of wheels against the gravel of the driveway.

“There she is,” Angela said, a note of relief in her voice. She turned back to me, and looked like she was about to say something, but instead she simply flashed a half-embarrassed smile at me. I understood. Again, she wanted to keep things quiet.

I could understand her situation. She was retired, her husband had died a few years earlier. She was young, at forty-eight, to be on her own and without companionship. She didn’t meet many men, and few of those were worth wasting time on. And there was me, married to her daughter of course, but safe in every other way. When the frustration got to be too much, she found a few moments of release with me, knowing that she could trust me not to say anything.

The door opened and Kelly entered.

“I was right,” I said. “No flour in the pantry. Thanks for going out.”

“It was no problem,” Kelly said. “The store was a little busy—you know, all that last-minute shopping.”

She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. I felt guilty yet again, as I very well should. I could never tell her what Angela and I had done, now done twice. And again I was stabbed by the reality that I wasn’t really attracted to Angela in the same way I was to Kelly. Kelly would have no reason to be jealous. I’d have to find some way of making this right.

Until then, I had a few new things to try out with Kelly in the bedroom when we got home.

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