Adrian LeChance - Lonely wife

"As a matter of fact I would like a drink Alex. Will you surprise me and mix it a strong as you think I need it?" Randi asked.

"Mrs. Wallace, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's mixing drinks," Alex grinned and picked up the empty glasses and headed into the kitchen.

Watching him walk, still naked, across the back yard Randi was touched by his beauty and his simple attitudes. She felt a knot in her throat and knew that this God-like specimen of a man had tugged at heart strings that her own husband had not. She wondered where the relationship would lead them; she briefly thought of marriage and a happy home life that she had given up hopes for.

Randi's daydreaming was interrupted when Alex returned from the kitchen with the drinks and she saw at once the mischievous smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. When Alex handed the glass to Randi she realized that the dark amber color was darker than the other drinks she had had. Randi knew that Alex intended to get her slightly buzzed with the concoction; she hoped that she would be able to meet his expectations. The first sip of the drink confirmed to Randi what she had suspected. The drink was damn near straight bourbon with a few ice cubes thrown in for the hell of it.

Determined to do what would, please Alex, Randi tossed back a big drink and when the stinging liquid hit her stomach she had to giggle at the silliness of the moment.

Alex seemed pleased with Randi's reaction and he too laughed. When he tipped back his head and laughed Randi saw for the first time what he looked like enjoying humor; she saw through a gateway to his personality a side of him that appealed to her almost as much as his sexuality.

Together they drank and made small talk and they slipped into a booze influenced fog that blotted out everything but each other.

When at last their glasses were emptied Alex took Randi's hand and helped her step from the hot tub. Two towels they'd placed over the lawn chair nearby was the only thing between them as they dried, half-heartedly, and walked, arms entwined, toward the house. They were barely dried when they entered the now dark house. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and inside the house it was very dark.

Randi, having become accustomed to walking through the various rooms did not need a light so she led Alex down the hallway to the master bedroom.

Both of the them were slightly drunk and they were warmed not only by the booze but also by the nearness they were sharing.

Once in the bedroom, Randi turned on the overhead light and directed Alex to the king-size waterbed. She smiled at him and said, "Well, big guy, this where I sleep. Welcome to my bed."

Alex had shared many a bed with many a woman but this night he was feeling the effects of the sex they'd had earlier and the drinks made him feel sexy again. He looked from the bed to Randi and told her, "I've never slept in a waterbed before. I have a futon at home and before that I always slept in a regular bed at home. If I get seasick sleeping in all that water will you take care of me?"

Together they laughed and then Alex clasped his arms around Randi and they fell, still laughing, into the big bed.

Neither was sure if the other still had enough energy left to have sex again but they hugged and rolled back and forth across the water filled mattress.

They kissed and fondled each other for a while and even though both of them were tired, they still longed for one more bout. It was Randi who broke the silence finally and she slurred her words when she spoke. She tried to correct the slur and her efforts only made them both laugh.

Finally the giggles subsided in them and she asked, "Alex, if you weren't sleeping here with me tonight what would you be doing right now?"

Once more the shy country boy was obvious. He hedged and hesitated and only after Randi probed did he tell her what he would have been doing had he not been bedded down with her. "Well, Mrs. Wallace, I do it to myself a lot and I guess that's what I'd be doing right now if I was home."

Randi felt a warm heaviness in her crotch at the very suggestion of Alex masturbating. She sat up abruptly in bed and said, "Oh, baby, I'd like that. Would you do that for me? Will you do it to yourself and let me watch?"

He blushed at the suggestion but because he too wanted to make an impression he agreed. "Mrs. Wallace, how do you want me to do it?"

"I want you to leave the bright light on and I want you to stand in front of the big mirror there so I can see you doing it from two different angles," Randi told him.

The stud didn't even hesitate now. He'd gotten very comfortable with jacking off; despite his many conquests, he spent a lot of time alone and he jacked himself off a lot. Now that he was being asked to perform for Mrs. Wallace he jumped at the chance.

When Alex was positioned in front of the mirror so that Randi could see his body straight on, frontally and a three-quarter view in the mirror he placed his left hand over his chest and with his right his grasped his big cock. It took only a few strokes to make his cock long and stiff. The left hand had, almost automatically, begun roving over his nipples while the right one began the pumping motions that he had come to depend on in leaner times.

Randi had a deep seated desire to watch a handsome man play with himself; she found herself being entertained by the handsomest dude she seen in a long time. As she looked on, Alex increased the tempo and she decided that she would get off with him.

She leaned back on the stack of pillows at the head of the bed and began to finger herself while she stared, raptly, at Alex as he watched her in the mirror.

Together they masturbated themselves, gently but quickly, he with his hand she with her fingers twirling the clitoris clasped around his big cock.

They never wavered in their stares; he looked squarely at Randi's cunt and the fingers disappearing in and out and she looked only at the large prick being manipulated. Alex closed the gap quickly and in a matter of a couple of minutes he was shooting a load onto the reflective glass.

When Randi saw the white, gooey stuff looping out of him to land on the mirror, she increased the thrusts of her own hand so that she was quickly cumming too.

Alex didn't produce as much cum this time as he had in their prior sex matches but the amount was still substantial and he appeared to be finding great relief in his solo performance. Randi's own juices were flowing easily and she came soon after him.

Alex flicked the residue of his cum off his fingers and flopped down onto the bed beside Randi. She wiped her fingers off on a towel she kept by the bed and then they curled their arms and legs around each other and plunged into a deep sleep.

For the first time in many weeks, both of them were sexually satisfied and pleased. They slept the night through without tossing and turning as they often did when each of them slept alone.

In the morning Alex woke before Randi and he eased to the edge of the bed and slipped quietly out of the room without waking her. He found his way to bathroom and stood before the mirror assessing the hangover that thumped dully in his forehead. He smiled to himself; in spite of the morning after agonies, he was pleased with himself. He stood a long time and looked directly at the reflection that stared straight back at him. He knew that he was handsome and he knew only too well that many women found him appealing but with Randi he was unsure what drew her to him.

While Alex took an accounting of himself in the bathroom Randi stirred and woke, groggy too from too much booze the previous night.

When Alex at last stepped into the shower he was feeling a slight conceit and still a little bit homey. As the hot water coursed over and down his body he felt a surge in his crotch and reached for his own cock again.