Kelly MacGuire – Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 05

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A few weeks had passed since Dan had dropped Kelly off near her house.  He’d thought about her, not every day but often enough.  It would be an overstatement to say that he was enamored.  He had no desire for a relationship in general, and certainly not with a married woman.  And whatever this thing was between them, it wasn’t about romance.  It was physical.  Sex.  Though something more than that, too.  The relationship fed a perversion each shared.  Her unapologetic promiscuity thrilled him to no end.It was a Friday afternoon.  Dan typically worked from home on Fridays.  The office was usually a bit empty anyway and, besides, his boss was not a stickler for facetime.  As long as the young men and women working beneath him got their work done in a timely and professional manner, he didn’t particularly care where they did it.Dan sat in the guest room of his condo, which served part-time duty as a home office, and was in the middle of a conference call with a gaggle of network engineers that worked for a client.  A call came in on his cell phone and he quickly sent it to voicemail.  He checked the caller ID as some techno-geek prattled on about something or other.  “Kelly,” was all it said.  No last name.  His breath quickened just a bit.When the conference call ended half an hour later, he checked his messages as he padded into the kitchen for a glass of water.”Hi, Dan. It’s Kelly. Give me a call when you get a chance.”  There was a slight pause. “Mike’s out of town.  I, um, I thought maybe we could get together or something later.  Give me a call?”Erasing the message, he returned to the guest room and kicked his feet up on his desk, gazing out the window.  He cycled through a handful of text messages that had come in over the last few hours.  His mother wondered when he was going to come up for dinner.  A few friends suggested they meet for dinner and drinks that night.Dan downed the rest of the water and walked into his bedroom.  He had nothing on his schedule for the rest of the afternoon and changed into a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes.  Lakeshore Athletic Club was just around the corner, and he decided to spend an hour or so in the gym.  Before he left, he returned Kelly’s call.”Hello?”  Just her voice, sweet and light, sent a shiver up the young man’s spine.”Hey Kelly, it’s Dan.””Oh…hi. I, uh, was hoping you’d get back to me.” Her tone changed once she recognized his voice.  Still soft, still sweet, but there was a tinge of shyness.  Or perhaps it was chagrin.”Of course.  What’s up?”There was another pause, as though the young woman was contemplating her next words.  “Well…Mike’s out of town for a few days and I, uh, wanted to see if you were up for dinner or something.”Dan’s heart rate quickened again at the prospect of spending the evening with this woman.  He knew that her offer of dinner was subterfuge; if they even ate, it would be just a prelude to the pure raw fucking she craved.  “Sure. Tonight? Where?””Why don’t you come over here? Maybe I’ll cook you something. About 7:00?””That, uh, that sounds great, Kelly.  I’ll see you then.”“Okay…great.  Just, you know, text me when you’re close and I’ll unlock the front gate and the door.”Dan nodded, recognizing her concern.  She didn’t want her neighbors to see him hanging around in front of her door for too long.  “Of course.”Dan disconnected the call and willed the next few hours to pass quickly. He now had something more to look forward to than getting drunk with the boys. The prospect of an evening with Kelly caused his cock to stiffen slightly as he thought about the married slut he had the good fortune of walking home a month or so ago. And their last time together…God, he loved hearing about her exploits as her tight pussy rode up and down the length of his cock.He spent an hour at the club but didn’t push it too hard.  He wanted the exercise, and to burn off some pent-up energy, but he didn’t want to exhaust himself.  Back home, he relaxed for a bit then took a shower, dressed, and ordered an Uber.Dan arrived at the MacGuires’ walk-up a few minutes after 7:00, texting Kelly as the car turned onto her street.  He approached the gate and found it unlocked, and bounded up the steps.  He paused at the door, feeling a bit awkward at the thought of just walking in without a knock.  He needn’t have worried, though; before he reached for the doorknob, the heavy oak door swung open.Kelly looked like the typical Lincoln Park housewife and mother in her mid-thirties: blond hair pulled back in a ponytail; khaki capri pants under a conservative white blouse that was untucked; no shoes covering her small feet. She exemplified the look of innocence.There was nothing innocent about this one, though. As soon as she closed the door and flipped the bolt closed, one of Erzincan Escort her hands pushed Dan back against the heavy door while the other reached for his zipper.  Kelly lowered herself to her knees, and a manicured thumb and forefinger pulled the zipper down.  A hand fished into Dan’s pants for his cock and she leaned in.  Her teeth gnashed at his belt with an almost animalistic growl, pulling it loose just as his cock popped free. It immediately swelled as he looked down at Kelly’s manipulation; her hand, tipped with long, red nails, the engagement ring and wedding bands, all wrapped around his cock instantly brought a hard-on.Kelly knew his mental triggers, too.  Two sessions with the slightly younger man had given her all the insight she needed. She flaunted the diamond-encrusted rings on her finger and the fact that she was married. That soft mouth parted and she took him between her plump, glossy lips, bobbing her head, sucking hard until the bloated head banged against the back of her throat.  After a moment, she pulled back, a little breathless, her gloss smeared along his length.  She smiled up at him, that innocent smile masking the inner-slut, and guided the bloated head of his cock across those soft lips, along her lightly powdered cheek.  “Just the thought of fucking me here, in his house…it excites you, doesn’t it?”Dan could only murmur his agreement, lost in the pleasure of Kelly’s tongue washing over the length of his cock. He adored her potty mouth and her filthy mind.Rising up to her feet again, she tucked Dan’s cock back into his pants, struggling to get the rigid shaft properly packed away.  Dan helped her out by buttoning his pants, and then she took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen.Apparently, Kelly’s idea of cooking something included putting together a charcuterie plate, ordering chilled shrimp and crab legs from a place over on Halsted near Armitage, and mixing a pitcher of Old Fashioneds.  They slid onto two of the stools situated around the island and grazed at the spread and sipped their drinks.  Knees touching, they made innocent small talk for a while before Kelly excused herself for a moment.While she was gone, Dan looked around the kitchen.  The whole situation was surreal to him, to be honest, sitting there with this woman like they were newly dating, knocking knees and giggling like a pair of lovestruck teenagers.  They were anything but.  She was married.  Their relationship – if you could even call it that – was based on nothing but fucking.She wasn’t gone long, and Dan swiveled on the stool when he heard her coming down the rear stairway and back into the kitchen.  She reached for his hand as she neared him and kept walking, almost pulling him off the stool.“C’mon,” she said playfully, tugging him behind her toward the family room.  Releasing his hand, she began to undress as she walked.  It didn’t take much effort.  She pulled the blouse over her head and tossed it aside, and wiggled the pants over her hips and down her thighs before kicking them off.  By the time she rounded the couch to the sitting area, she’d reached behind her and undid that poor bra and flipped it near the fireplace.  Standing before the couch, she shimmied her way out of her little pink thong, leaving it a tangled mess on the Oriental rug.The married woman then sunk into the deep, comfortable couch.  Her tits sat high and proud on her chest, her nipples beginning to swell.  She raised one high-arched foot to the back of the couch, opening herself up lewdly and revealing her freshly waxed pussy, already wet with her need.  Very lightly, she tapped a manicured finger over her engorged clit, the diamond of her engagement ring flashing.  “Why don’t you two get reacquainted,” she invited, her voice a bit husky.  “There’s something I need to tell you while you do.”***Kelly and Mike had been engaged for just a month. The dinner with her parents at their country club in Lake Forest had been on the books for a few weeks. Truthfully, Kelly was dreading it.  She enjoyed her parents and didn’t mind the occasional trip up north, but she really tried to avoid either on the weekends.  But they’d arranged the dinner as soon as Kelly and Mike announced their engagement, and she knew her mother wouldn’t countenance having it rescheduled. However, a few days before the dinner, Mike was called out of town to tend to a client emergency, and he would not be returning until late the night of the dinner.  Kelly thought seriously about canceling and having a night out with some of her girlfriends, but when she called her parents to tell her about Mike’s travel, her mother still sounded so excited at the prospect of seeing her daughter.  Kelly couldn’t bring herself to back out on her parents.Driving up to the Erzincan Escort Bayan club and climbing out of her silver BMW, she was a sight to behold for Aaron, the valet. When he opened the car door for her, the white pumps were the first things he saw, followed by the young woman’s long, lean legs, the flesh smooth and tanned.  When she stood, the large white buttons that held the jacket to her light blue Chanel skirt suit closed strained to withhold her D-cup tits.Aaron’s cock squirmed as he watched the young woman get out of the car and flash him a million-dollar smile, but settled down when she handed him her car keys and he saw the three-karat engagement ring on her left hand. Aaron had fucked a few of the wealthy white girls that flitted around the club on daddy’s dime, but he tried to stay away from the married ones. Getting caught with your cock buried in a member’s wife was the quickest way to get sacked.Max, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as circumspect.  He led with his cock; his brain might or might not follow.  He started working at the club that past spring and took advantage of being the flavor of the month for a dozen or so of the trust-fund girls that sought to scratch an itch their stupid boyfriends couldn’t reach, and a small handful of the bored trophy wives whose husbands spent too much time on the golf course.  The little blonde treat having dinner with her parents was a new one, though; he hadn’t run across her yet.As the Fitzgeralds’ waiter that night, Max was very attentive, making sure their water glasses were filled and their wine goblets were topped off.  Another serving of bread?  Of course.  Every time he brought something to the table, he had a bird’s eye view down the front of Kelly’s buttoned jacket.  Though he tried to be discrete, Max found it difficult to not stare at the massive tits that nearly bulged from the jacket. The large diamond on her finger didn’t dissuade him in the least. In fact, it only added life to the fat slab of cock that he tucked inside those black tuxedo pants. Throughout their dinner, Max tried to conceal his erection from the club’s guests, but it was difficult.When he brought the Fitzgeralds’ first round of drinks, he caught the glint of Kelly’s engagement ring when she raised the glass to plush red lips that seemed to drip with gloss. On delivering their appetizers, Max watched from the corner of his eye as Kelly’s beautifully manicured fingers – light pink tonight – plucked a shrimp from a martini glass, and imagined those soft white fingers wrapped around his thick, black cock, gripping tightly as she jacked him off over her panting mouth. And as she popped the last of her steamed lobster into that sinful mouth, Max, watching her discretely from across the dining room, pictured the young woman and those plush lips devouring his cock.And let’s be honest.  This wasn’t Max’s first gig.  He’d worked a handful of the clubs along the North Shore.  He had learned to be watchful.  Aware of his surroundings.  He felt those pretty blue eyes linger on him every time he walked away from the table.  He caught the sideways glances as he stood between the girl and her mother taking their orders, Kelly biting her lower lip gently when the fabric of his pants stirred just a little as his cock jerked.  It’s what kept that waiter in a semi-erect state as he served the Fitzgeralds.When Max collected the signed chit from Kelly’s father and walked away from the table, he filed the image of Kelly away in his mind for future consideration, encouraged given her surreptitious glances towards him when he stood near her. The sluts always looked; they tried to hide it, but they always looked.He slipped into the kitchen and entered the chit into the system, collected appetizers for another table, and pushed through the doors just as the Fitzgeralds rose from their table.  Kelly cast a soft smile tinged with a bit of coyness his way.  He gave her only a curt nod and the bare hint of a smile, which slid into a smirk when she turned away.  ‘Yeah…file that one away,’ he thought to himself as he served the crab cakes to Table 9.It turns out that the future arrived a little sooner than he had imagined. After he served a few more tables, the kitchen manager told Max to take his break and he snuck back to one of the club rooms down a back hallway. They were rarely used – only for larger events – and the waitstaff often took their breaks in those rooms, even though it was against club policy for them to do so.  Max pushed open the door and stepped inside, finding Kelly there with her back to him, just ending a call on her cell phone.”I love you, too, sweetie. I’m leaving in a few minutes, and should be home by eleven or so.” Turning around as she hit the “end” button on Escort Erzincan her phone, Kelly was startled to find Max standing in the room with her.”I’m sorry, Ms. Fitzgerald,” he said with the formality expected of the waitstaff. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.””Don’t worry about it, Max,” she said as she started across the room to retrieve the Louis shoulder bag she had laid on one of the club chairs. “I was just calling home to let my boyfriend…my fiancé, know that I’d be home in an hour or so.””Fiancé? I suppose congratulations are in order, Ms. Fitzgerald.”  He paused a moment, conjuring up the questions he was likely supposed to ask in such a situation.  “When is the wedding?  Are you having it here at the club?””Oh, not until next spring.  We just got engaged a few weeks ago…I’m so excited!” she gushed, those pretty blue eyes alive as she walked toward Max on her way to the door.  “And yes, I’m sure it will be here.  I don’t think Daddy would have it any other way.”When she neared, Max extended a congratulatory hand and took Kelly’s soft white hand in his.  He looked down and the ring perched on her finger and his thick cock stirred in those pants. “Damn, girl, that rock must have cost a shitload.”  His eyes popped open when he realized that his waitstaff persona had slipped.  “Oh, God, I’m sorry, Ms. Fitzgerald…I shouldn’t have spoken like that.Kelly laughed.  “Don’t worry about it; I’m not one of the stuffy old bitches you have to deal with every day.”  She fiddled with her ring, staring down at it.  “And yeah…I’m sure it probably did cost a shitload,” she responded, looking up and shrugging. “Mike’s never been stingy with me.””Better not be. He’s lucky to have you. What a beauty you are,” Max said, as he bent and kissed Kelly’s hand, right above the ring.Blushing, and somewhat taken aback, Kelly stuttered, “Uh, thanks, Max. I…I really should get going.”Instead of letting Kelly’s hand go free, however, Max twisted the ring slightly and it slipped from her finger, falling into his palm before he closed his fist tightly around it.”Max, give that back! What are you doing? I have to go.””Kelly, I will gladly give you this ring back, but first, I want something from you.””What?” Kelly whined in desperation, not missing the fact that Max referred to her by her given name, with no apology for breaking club protocol.Max took a step closer to the young woman.  “I watched you during dinner,” he began.  “Those gorgeous blue eyes.  I watched them.  And I know you were watching me.”  He paused.Kelly shook her head, silky blonde tresses brushing over her shoulders, silently denying the implication.  She just stood there in her heels, gently chewing that plump lower lip.Max nodded in response.  “Oh, yes…you were.  And you’re not my first rodeo.”  He reached out and popped the top button on Kelly’s tailored suit, then continued, “So what do I want from you?  How about a little bit of what you been hidin’ under here?”Kelly was speechless but made no move to stop him.With a few quick snaps of his wrist, the jacket to Kelly’s Chanel suit hung open, only her white, lacy bra blocking Max’s view of her firm tits. A few seconds later, the jacket was lying crumpled on the hardwood floor.  He slid a hand lightly down her ribcage, feeling her shudder at his touch, and popped the button at the top of her skirt before tugging downward on the zipper.  The lightweight wool whispered down her taut thighs before forming a puddle around her feet. Almost before she could protest, Kelly stood before this black man dressed only in her heels, thong, and an overworked bra.  Her pouty lips were slightly agape and she panted softly, those pretty blue eyes staring up at him, her lashes blinking rapidly.Max extended his arm, the tips of his fingers feather-light against the young woman’s breast bone, and gently eased Kelly backward until her butt hit the edge of the pool table.Finally, the young woman gave up a weak protest. “Max, please…please stop. I have to go.  My fiancé…he’s waiting for me at home… Don’t do this. What if you get caught?””He can wait a few minutes for his pretty little girl to get home.  And the door is locked; I ain’t gettin’ caught.”  He stepped close to the woman again and traced a finger along her collar bone, down that breast bone.  He hooked his finger into the center gore of her bra, tugging gently.“Max…you…you need to stop this.”  She brushed her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath, her voice soft.  “My parents…they’d be mortified.  You’d…you’d lose your job if anyone found out.”Max smiled down at her.  It was a genuine smile.  She was breaking, her willpower crumbling.  He’d seen it happen before with these spoiled little princesses.  They deny their forbidden lust for him in the first place, then they’d drop that pretense and feign only concern about the consequences, about being discovered.  He wasn’t entirely sure that he had the woman just yet, but he was encouraged, and reasonably certain, that he’d be sinking his fat cock into her tight white pussy before sending her home to her fiancé.

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