Adrienne is so unlike my wife; she isn’t a slick model type. She has an earthy farm look, large boobs, and a low-hanging ass. I found her look so sensual and was frightened because I have fantasized about fucking her. Oh, did I forget to mention that I had never cheated?

We were four couples playing tennis at our friend’s home. During the game, Adrienne went to her house to fix lunch. She returned and asked if one of us would be willing to help her prepare potato salad and burgers. Neither my wife nor the other two women volunteered. Adrienne’s husband said, “Why don’t you go, Phil? You don’t like sports anyway.” I was the nerd of the group.

As I walked toward her, tennis wasn’t important. I know she has long nipples because I’ve seen her without a bra more than once. Oh, I forgot, Adrienne wears glasses. But instead of turning me off, I saw a very sexual chick under those glasses. Her sexuality moved me to become stupidly and crazily irrational.

As I almost caught up to her, I ogled her body from the rear and joked, “Great view from back here.”

She had on a short tennis skirt, and her panties were visible from my angle. She laughed and replied, “I take it as a compliment that you’d even glance at my butt. Compared to your wife, us gals feel neglected when she’s around.”

I said, “She doesn’t have a personality like you, Addi.” She is called Addi for short instead of Adrienne.

She again laughed and wiggled her butt playfully. “Is that what you’re looking at, my personality?” She stopped and lifted the back of her tennis skirt to show me her white panties. “What part of my split personality do you like most? My right cheek, which is the good gal, or my left cheek, which is the naughty gal?” She wiggled her ass cheeks as she said this in a playful tone.

I said, “I’d have to test them out first, like kiss, lick, and bite each one.” This was so unlike me to make sexual overtones. I’m not a lady’s man. Unfortunately, I never have been. Nerd is more like it.

She gave off a guttural laugh. “A real ass man. Wow! Well, I like the kissing and licking part, but no biting, please. Is that what you do to your wife, is it?”

She stopped and waited until I caught up to her, and we walked back together. We chatted, and she joked about her butt hanging too low and her boobs being too big. Then she joked. “I know I shouldn’t say it, but you got me started, Phil. So, since you’re an ass man, what are you, let me guess, ah, ah, you’re a lickety-split.”

When my facial expression told her that I didn’t have a clue what she was alluding to, she said, “You don’t know what lickety-split is. My, my Phil.” And she let it go at that.

I said, “Let me think about it.”

Addi laughed heartedly at my expense. She said, “Nothing to think about. Split and lick.”

When I didn’t respond, she said, “Phil, get your head out of the computer. We’re talking about my butt. Two ass cheeks, right? Split them. Like spread them apart and then get your nose and tongue in there and lick. Lickety-split! And yummy, yummy!” She yelped in glee.

I blushed, and she saw it. She said, “My God, Phil, you are different, but in an interesting way.” And she laughed a pleasant laugh to herself.

I said, “Okay. I knew that. Just didn’t know the name for it.”

Then, to not come across too nerdy, I added, “You know that you’re not fat. Your butt and boobs are firm.”

She countered, “Glad you noticed, you dirty old man. But all the women’s magazines say you guys like the model look, like your wife.”

Their home is well over 100 yards from the tennis courts and at a steep incline, meaning it stands well above the courts and looks down at them.

Addi went to her bedroom and returned after having removed her sports bra that was needed to support her tits when she played tennis. She did not have a bra on under her blouse. Her nipples were plainly visible; the dark aureoles and pointy nipples made my blood rush.

Back in the kitchen, she gave me a large fruit plate to bring to the tennis court so the others could nibble until lunch. At the tennis court, I used the bathroom and found that my dick was very hard as I pissed up in the air. I was fully aroused by Addi. In six years of marriage, I had never lusted for another woman. I was getting turned on to a woman who wore glasses!

At the tennis court, I bade the others goodbye and told them lunch would be ready in about an hour and a half. I was ignored. Addi’s husband said, “‘Sounds good, Phil. Should have worked up an appetite by then.” He went back to the game and had no idea that I lusted after his wife.

In the kitchen, Addi was at the sink, where a large window overlooked the tennis court. She said, “Your wife is gorgeous. My husband and those other two can’t get enough of looking at her. Just look at them, Phil. Truthfully, don’t you get jealous?”

I joked. “All guys look. Take me. I’m enchanted by your personality, Addi.”

She laughed and said, “You keep your nose out of my butt.”

She paused then said, “Can I ask you something?”

When I nodded yes, she said, “Phil, I hate to say this, but I bet all three guys down there, including my respectable husband, are sexually inflated if you catch my drift. Does that not bother you?”

I blushed.

She said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I should have thought of your feelings. I mean, I guess, I’m jealous. That is what I’m getting at. I’m jealous.”

I said, “No offense taken. If your husband is, ah, inflated looking at my wife, then I’m inflated looking at his wife.”

I blushed when I realized that I was telling her that I had a raging hard-on from being with her.

Then I stupidly looked down to the bulge in my tennis shorts.

She followed my gaze and obviously saw my hardness straining to bust out of my tennis shorts.

She said, “Oh, my. Too much tit and ass talk. Anyway, enough joking around. I better go put on a bra. You are getting naughty. What’s come over you, Phil?”

I said, “I shouldn’t stare. I apologize.”

Luckily, she didn’t leave the kitchen. Addi said, “No, I apologize. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You’re so different than my husband and most other men. I find that refreshing.”

I was stunned into silence by her remark. That she found my having a hard-on was refreshing, and that she wasn’t put off.

She said, “I take it as a compliment. I really do, Phil.”

I said nothing and was still totally nervous about what to do since I never came on to a woman strongly.

She added, “I hate to admit it, Phil, but it has been a long time since I got a guy aroused. I mean, I know we are both married, but...”

I sat down, then said, “Addi, why are you jealous of my wife?”

She turned, looked at me. “I guess plain old envy. She’s pretty. Men drool over her. She’s got a body, why not!”