He might have been a jerk, but he made up for it in other ways

The first time I met Chuck, my neighbor’s husband, I thought he was an asshole. He was so rude and crude that it seemed as though he hated women or something. Donna didn’t seem to mind his crudeness at all, and when I asked her about his shit attitude she explained that it was because he didn’t want other women to think they had a chance at him, since he was so in love with her. When I told her I thought he was really full of himself, she just laughed and said, “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how good in bed he is.” Then she looked at me almost balefully and added, “So hands off!”

I told her not to worry, since her husband wasn’t my type anyway. But something else she said stuck in my mind: “He’s so in love with me that he wouldn’t even look at you.” That got me a little pissed off. She shouldn’t have said that.

A few days later I found out where her husband worked, and around five o’clock I parked my car outside his workplace, put up the hood and pulled out a plug wire. When Chuck came out I told him I was having trouble with the car. Surprisingly, he was very nice. He found the loose wire immediately, and to thank him I offered him a ride home.

“Sure,” he said. “I always accept rides from pretty ladies.” Then he asked if I would drop him off a block or two from their house, so his wife wouldn’t see us together.

As I drove he sat close to me, and he seemed very different from the obnoxious person I had met earlier. He told me how jealous his wife was, and that he acted that way with other women in her presence—especially the pretty ones, he said—to keep her pacified. As he said this his knee rubbed against mine. “I bet you tell that to all the ladies,” I said.

“Only the beautiful, sexy ones,” he responded. His hand now rested on my leg, and his fingers slowly moved to the inside. I found I couldn’t stop my thighs from parting slightly as that hand rose higher. I jumped as his fingers brushed over my crotch, still covered by my pantyhose.

At that point Chuck told me to pull around a corner and park behind some trees. “No one will see us over there,” he said.

My car is a small one, but we solved that pretty quickly. He slid his pants down while I pulled my pantyhose off. I climbed over to sit on his lap with my back to him, and his cock slid into me with no trouble at all. I put my elbows on the dashboard, and I found that each time I pressed down on them, my pussy would slide all the way up over his cock.

Chuck caught on quickly. He shoved his hands inside my blouse and held onto my tits to facilitate my movements. The way he squirmed and thrust under me made me see what Donna had meant. Even in that cramped space he was a really good fuck, and he managed to hold back his climax until I had come three times. At one point, as I moved upward, I reached down and took hold of his cock, pressing it to my clit as I rotated my ass in a small circle. I came again with a scream, and he did too, thrusting up so hard he nearly drove me through the windshield.

“That was awesome,” Chuck said then. “I’ve got to teach Donna that trick.”

The next time I saw Donna she seemed quite happy, and she told me about the new trick Chuck had showed her. She said he got it out of a magazine he read. She said he often shows her little tricks he gets from magazines and things. I just smiled and wondered just how many magazines he reads.

—S.V., Des Moines, Iowa