“Hey, Rod. Is your wife home? I’m here to have sex with her.” Chet was leaning against the doorframe, his cigarette stink already invading Rodney’s house.

“Oh, really? I’m shocked. Does that mean you’re not here to eat our food?”

“Well, a little of that too, if you don’t mind. Plowing your wife is hungry work.”

“Uh-huh…” Rodney almost pitied the man; his good looks fading, Chet clung to youth and popularity with an old leather jacket and a baseball cap over his receding hairline. The high school king was now a thirtysomething bum. “Well, Emily’s out for groceries, so you’ll have to come back later…” Then Rod cursed under his breath at the poor timing; his dismissal was interrupted by his wife pulling up in the driveway.

One of Emily’s smooth long legs exited the car first. A passerby at the right angle would have caught a glimpse of the waxed pussy under the short, sunflower summer dress as she spread her legs to exit the vehicle. With a stalker like Chet, losing panties had become a bigger annoyance than going without. You didn’t need a particular angle to notice her lack of bra, however. By the way they were jiggled under the thin fabric as Emily walked around the car, you could tell this was a woman who had been blessed early in life, and motherhood had dialed it up to eleven. Mommy tits like that, but with a waist you could almost wrap your hands around, was a dream physique attributed to constant exercise, in her case: sex.

As Emily bent over to pick up the first grocery bag, familiar rough hands ran up her thighs, lifting the little skirt over the plump apple bottom. Being groped from behind didn’t startle her at all anymore. Fingers dug into the meat of her ass, and an even more familiar cock pushed between the tight cheeks. “Chet, can I bring in the damn groceries first?”

“I’m pretty sure you said anytime, anyplace, anyway. Going back on a promise —tsk, tsk— what kind of role model would you be for your daughter?”

Emily had indeed made that promise to Chet… when they were dating in high school. She meant it at the time, but an expiration date would have been a smart move in hindsight. Their breakup, her marriage to Rodney, and the birth of her child did not discourage her ex-boyfriend from taking her up on the offer at the very least once a day since that fateful whisper in his ear.

“Fuck… not the ass again, please. I’m still sore from this morning,” Emily said amongst the groceries. Chet was big, certainly bigger than Rodney and probably bigger than the vast majority of men. There was a time when she thought, along with most girls at their school, that this made him a catch, the ultimate lover, the boy you should feel lucky to be noticed by. Now, this giant cock was just a pain in her ass.

“Anytime. Anyplace…”

“Anyway. I know. I just thought you could cut me some slack today since it’s Rod and I’s anniversary.”

“Oh shit, congratulations. I really envy you guys, you know. I hope I find a special girl of my own one day.”

Emily took the anal probing with the accompanying crotch slaps on her squishy butt in relative silence.