TITLE    : The Return of Geoff
STORYID  : the-return-of-geoff_2002
SUMMARY  : Another wife falls for blue eyed, blond haired stud.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-07-15
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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After constantly teasing and flirting with the new guy at work, last week I finally gave in and let him fuck the shit out of me. My name is Trish, his name was Geoff, and it started right under the nose of my husband Chris, who managed the store we both worked at.



I considered myself somewhat of a knockout, as guys were always gawking and drooling at me wherever I made my presence. Chris considered himself the luckiest guy in the world, and sometimes I reinforced that for him. I was 26, blond with double d-cups, and a dead ringer for Nicole Kidman, as Chris used to say. My husband looked more like your average weatherman, complete with coke-bottled glasses and bow tie. Despite his lack of good looks, he was the smartest and most financially stable guy I knew, and that secured my decision to marry him a couple of years ago. Our relationship had always been good, as Chris even gave me his consent to fuck other guys, since he couldn't keep up with me in bed. I never really accepted his offer, as tempting as it was. I was always true to Chris, and would be content with satisfying myself after Chris and I made love to complete the orgasm. All of that changed a few weeks after Geoff started working at our store.



I fantasized about him since we hired him. He was stocky, blond and blue-eyed, about 5'9, smooth and chubby, with a cocky attitude to boot. Anytime we made contact, I would melt, and he started to notice. He didn't discourage me giving him that extra rub anytime I gave him a pat on the back. He smiled every time I whispered in his ear. He even smirked at me anytime I grinded against him in tight spaces. Naturally, he started to respond to my obvious advances by rubbing me back, whispering things in my ear and even caressing and holding me in private and personal moments. My husband was usually around the store when all of this was going on, but didn't even think twice about what he saw. He trusted us both, and I'm sure the thought of me straying for a kid almost turning twenty was the last thing on his mind. With that, I decided what Chris didn't know wouldn't hurt him, so I made a move on Geoff.



I found Geoff in the storage room and walked right up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I didn't waste time asking him out to diner and a movie, which made him crack up and question whether or not my husband approved. I told him he didn't need to know, and Geoff laughed at graciously accepted. We embraced and I couldn't help but get aroused at Geoff's athletic scent as we held each other. We pulled away and looked at each other before smiling and kissing full on the lips. Our make out session ended about 10 minutes later, with us leaving the store holding hands. I told my husband on the way out that Geoff and I were leaving early, and Chris told us to have fun, without even looking up at us.



All I could concentrate at diner was Geoff, his boyish good looks, his soft hair, his pouty lips, his puppy-dog eyes, his smooth forearms, his thick biceps and thighs, his cute little paunch and even his thick football player chubby hands! His voice made me hotter with every word he spoke, as he still had an innocent tone, which made me wonder what he would sound like when he was screaming my name in bed. He could tell I was all over him too, as his blushes turned into more smirks and eyebrow raising glares. We didn't to see much of the movie, since our lips were locked for the first 45 minutes of it. I had my face buried in his open zipper by the time the credits rolled, and when the lights came on, we quickly pulled ourselves together to avoid embarrassment. As everyone cleared the theatre, we laughed to ourselves before leaving, his arm around my shoulders as we walked.



We continued where we left off in my car, as we kissed for another half an hour. I had my hand buried in his boxers, playing with a very thick erect cock, which I guessed to be around 9 inches. He felt hairless, smooth and those balls were very big, very soft. His bottom lip was thicker and more succulent then his upper lip, and I couldn't help but suck it every time we broke the kiss. I had to get away from his sweet mouth though, because I really wanted to suck his cock. I licked his hairless stocky chest and his stomach, and smelled his package before I put my lips around the head of his dick. I swirled my tongue around his long cock, and lapped away at his balls. It took about another 10 minutes of this before he blasted his hot sticky white creamy cum all over my face. Geoff took pride scooping up his cum off my face with his index finger and making me suck and lick it off. He made some comment about "you married chicks are all the same" which I didn't understand, but I didn't care. I was still so horny from Geoff making me look like a complete whore, and I wanted more. 



I drove us back to my place, knowing that my unsuspecting husband was still at work. Geoff and I were naked in no time, and didn't waste time kissing once we reached my bed. He didn't want to kiss me too much, since my breath still tasted like his fresh cum. Understanding that, I made sure I put my mouth to work on his body as I rode him. He lay underneath me, squeezing my ass, sucking my tits, and tasting my body just as much as I tasted his. He ended up using about 8 condoms on me before he decided that the condoms weren't going to cut it. I told him he couldn't fuck me without a condom, as I didn't want to get pregnant. Geoff then surprised me with the story of the last girl he fucked, and how she made her husband eat Geoff's cum from her pussy once Geoff blasted his seed into her (see: Suckin' off the Stud). I was so turned on by that story that I allowed Geoff to fuck me without a condom, which felt like absolute heaven. His thick cock penetrated me in ways my husband could never fathom, and his skin felt so good inside of me. I told Geoff I loved him as we came together, which he laughed off as he spunked inside of my wanting hole.



Geoff and I showered together after that, with me soaping him from head to toe. He made me tell him how I felt about him as I was on my knees in the shower, lathering up his fat feet. I told him the truth, that I wasn't satisfied in my marriage sexually, and that my husband actually gave me the okay for some sex on the side without him. I told Geoff that I never followed up on Chris' offer, that I was faithful to him until now. Geoff found this amusing, as he said this was not the first time someone said that to him (see: My Wife 3). This made me even harder and we ended up fucking one more time against the wall of the shower, and I had never screamed so loudly before in all my life.



When my husband came home later that day, he saw me sprawled out naked on our bed, the messy sheets reeking of sweat and cum. Oblivious to what had happened, he asked if I was okay. Looking up and smiling at him, I told him I was fine, better then ever actually. He was bothered that there were wet towels everywhere, and that my clothes were scattered all over the floor as well. As he tidied up the place, Chris studied one of Geoff's cumshots on my jeans, trying to figure out why his fingers were getting stickier as he rubbed them together. He put the cum-stained jeans to his nose and smelled it, then licked it, telling me "this sauce tastes familiar&hellip;"



I laughed out loud, telling him there was more were that came from and invited him to my gaping hole, still leaking with Geoff's "sauce", as my husband put it. Chris lapped away at my well-fucked cunt for several minutes, realizing that someone other than him had just fucked me. He begged me to tell him who it was, but I wouldn't, as seeing him squirm before me and licking my young stud's spunk out of me made me hornier than ever, and I had another orgasm, flooding Chris' face. I felt so satisfied, so content that I passed right out, and my husband carried and tucked me into bed, cleaning me up afterwards. 



When I woke up, I was anxious to see Geoff again, but my heart stopped when I found out Chris had fired him just before I got there. Chris told me he figured out who fucked me the night before, and I could understand where he came from. He got on his knees and explained to me that working with someone who slept with me would really bother him. Chris said he still didn't have a problem with sex outside the marriage, but since it was an employee of his, it would be too humiliating for him to endure. I understood, but I still felt sad. I had received the best fuck of my life from someone 6 years younger than me, and I wanted to see him again, regardless of our working conditions. I was only led to disappointment though, as Geoff didn't answer his phone, didn't return my calls, and made no attempt to make any contact with me whatsoever since the day he nailed me. 



I felt used and betrayed, but in time, I got over it. The first guy I cheated on my husband with was still the best fuck I ever had, and felt lucky to be with him. I hoped I would see him again in the future, since I found out from a friend that he moved back to his old neighborhood. Apparently, some girl back home called him and wanted to get back together with him (see: various stories by Tripleg24). Since Chris gave Geoff a very big "severance package" with his walking papers, Geoff was more then secure for money, so the job was not a big loss for him. I knew it wouldn't be enough to bring him back, but I had hoped he would just to see me again. My hopes turned to yearning for him, and getting over him was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. 



There had been no other guys I had been with since, as no one in my mind could measure up to Geoff. Unfortunately for my husband, that list included him, as I wouldn't even jerk him off, much less fuck him anymore. I explained to my husband that I couldn't take a step down in my sex life after being with someone like Geoff. My husband was very understanding, and sometimes when we cuddled up together, and I would retell the story of my date with Geoff, ad-libbing and exaggerating the story every time I told it. And every time I told the story, I would miss my blue eyed, blond haired stud a little more.

