The Married Kind

Book or Title: The Married Kind

Original Author Dean McCoy

Location of Work Blog: Pulp Covers

Julie woke up this morning before anyone else in the house just a she always does.   She applied some light makeup to accentuate her soft blue eyes and combed straight her long sleep bunched chestnut hair.  Soon after, she headed down stairs.   As she cranked the coffee machine on and began making the kids their lunches she smiled looking forward to another monotonous day.  She settled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch making sure to cut the crust off her youngest daughter’s sandwich, because in her daughter’s words, “I simply cannot not have any crust on my sandwich.”  It was the new cool thing to do at school or so Julie had been told by her child.

Soon the kids were buzzing about the kitchen making a mess and Julie only shook her head knowing she would have to clean it all up.   Her husband followed shortly after in his normal panicked “I am late for work” fashion and as he sped by her she handed him a thermos of piping hot coffee.  “Have a good day dear”, she said as he kissed her on the way out. 

She watched him through the kitchen window get into his car and speed away.  At that very moment the school bus came rumbling down the street and stopped in front of her house squealing like old school busses did and Julie called out to her children to hurry or they would miss the bus.  A few seconds later she walked out with her children, handing them their lunches, and uttered an expected good morning hello to the bus driver.

The bus left bouncing down the road, full with noisy children and Julie sighed, smiling a small “finally” smile, a bit relieved for the quiet again. When Julie turned to go back into house she caught the old neighbor next door eyeballing her.  She waved at him and said with the sweetest voice she could muster “Good morning Mr. Lloyd.”  He gruffly said something in response but she really didn't hear it or bother to listen as she stepped back into the house.  When the door closed behind her she stood staring at the kitchen and leaned back against the door frame shaking her head.  The table was littered with half empty bowls of cereal and spilt milk and even though she did the dishes last night it seemed as if the sink were piled with weeks of dirty plates and silverware.

She stood there for a few minutes taking it all in and then pushed away from the door saying out loud to no one in particular.  “Fuck this mess I can clean up later. Now it’s time to have some fun.” With that she bounded up the stairs and into her bedroom nearly at a full sprint.  As she flopped on the bed reaching for her phone, laughter left her as if she herself were a young school girl.  Her fingers flew across the numbers on the phone tracing a practiced path and soon it was ringing.  A deep strong voice answered at the other end and Julie simply said “Are you busy today?  Do you want to have some fun? Really, is that so?” she cooed.  “Well then I will be right over.”  With that she hung up and went to her closet searching for just the right thing to wear.

Minutes later she was letting herself in to another house a few blocks over from hers.  It took her little time to prepare for what would be the most exciting part of her day.  She climbed the stairs in a red cotton sun dress that clung to her curves perfectly.  She had picked this particular dress out just for that very reason.  “Michael?” She called out into the echoing house.  “Michael are you here?” she asked nervously.  There was no answer and she began to hesitate.  What was she doing she thought to herself.  Maybe something’s wrong.  Maybe his wife is at home.  Julie paused at the top of the steps and listened for a moment.  She still heard nothing.  As her heart raced she decided maybe she better leave and as she spun in the opposite direction and began to head back down the stairs that sexy booming voice from the phone earlier carried through the hall.  “Where are you going gorgeous?” Michael asked as he stepped from the shadows of a half open door.  Her heart stopped and a smile lit her face all the way to her eyes when she saw him. 

“You weren’t thinking of leaving me where you?” Michael asked with a smirk.  Julie stammered a bit trying to respond but nothing really came out of her mouth.  He had had that affect on her since the first time they met at the Olsen’s Barbecue last Memorial Day.  Her husband was the one who introduced him to her.  Finally she found her voice and scolded him, “You should have at least said hello. You scared me.  I thought for sure we’d get caught.”  Michael chuckled a bit.  “You know I wouldn't have you come over if there were even the slightest chance we would get caught.” He said as he followed her curves with his eyes.  “You look amazing in that dress” he spoke softly this time.  Julie although still half way on the stairs curtseyed, smiling because she knew she did and said with her best southern drawl, “Why thank you kind sir.”  They both stared at each other for a few moments in silence as each of their hearts thumped faster and faster.  Julie motioned to the door that Michael stood in and asked “So is a gentleman going to invite a lady in or shall I leave”.  Michael laughed out loud as he pushed the door open saying how he was no gentleman.  Julie quickly climbed the remaining stairs and glided past Michael into the room.

The room she entered was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun and when she looked around she shook her head.  Without bothering to turn around she spoke aloud, “doesn't your wife even bother making the bed when she leaves in the morning”.  “Not if I am still in it” Michael responded.  Julie turned around and sat on the bed in such a way that her dress rode high on her thighs. She didn't bother to fix it because she was too busy staring up at Michael.  He was just standing there in an open white bathrobe and some boxer briefs bathed in the very same morning sun haze that she had just grown used to.  Julie’s breath caught as she admired him.  For an aging man he was fairly well fit.  He didn't have washboard abs but he also didn't have the standard married gut.  No Michael fought complacency.  He went to the gym two or three times a week and he ran a few times a week also.  It all helped to make him a pretty good looking guy to ogle.  Julie smiled, coaxing him to make the first move, “So whatever shall we do with our time?”

Michael did not need to be told twice, he walked over to where she sat on the edge of the bed placing his hands on her exposed legs as he knelt before her.  “I have a few ideas of where we could start.” he said as he parted her legs.  Julie did not resist his advances.  She actually moistened a bit at his touch.  Michael slipped his hands along her thighs and under her dress until he came to the waistband of her panties.  Staring up at her he smiled and she was lost in his golden brown eyes.  As he began to pull on her panties she lifted up her ass allowing them to slide off of her freely.  Before Julie even could exhale her panties were on the floor in a bundle and he was nibbling up the inside of her soft milky thigh on his way to what she wanted more than anything else.

When the tip of his exploring tongue first reached her hood she gasped saying “oh God” while grabbing his head.  Michael was right where she wanted him.  He was good with his tongue and the way his hands explored her body and as he mouthed her pussy she moaned in lustful delight.  Since that first day when they dared beyond flirting and he had actually tasted her she swore she would have him he eat her out each time they met.  It seems Michael was more than happy to oblige.

To be continued….

Maybe 

Thomas Aiden

*Second Hand Pulp Stories are inspired by early pulp magazines, comics and book covers.  The pictures are merely inspirations for stories that are my own.