The Landlord

I’m in love with him. I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help myself. I’ll be honest; he isn’t everyone’s type, but good God he is mine. He is tall, six foot two, with sandy blonde hair and deep green eyes. My favorite part of him is his quintessential dad bod. I prefer someone with a real body. Even then, it wasn’t his body that sold me. It was our late night talks as we rolled the garbage cans up the drive. The morning coffees in the garden. The jokes about his terrible taste in women. The only problems are that he is inconveniently both my landlord and married. 

I have rented his cottage for five years now, which is a terribly long time to pine after someone so close. It all started a few months after I moved in. A gruesome storm blew through, and the power went out in the neighborhood. His wife was with her parents for the weekend, and he came to check on me.

We made our way down to the basement to check for damage and flooding. All I had was a single candle to light the way. He paused at the last step, causing me to bump into him. He turned around, and my breath caught as he wrapped his arms around me. His glistening eyes smiled down at me in the candlelight. I felt his hands pull me closer until I could feel the hard outline of just how turned on he was.

It was so unexpected that I dropped my candle. It splashed in the flooded basement, and the room suddenly became dark. I felt his hands make their way down my back and over my butt as I leaned into him. I reached my arms around him and slid my hands up the back of his shirt. I moaned as he began to squeeze my ass. He leaned down and began to kiss me.

I had heard about how delicious forbidden fruit was, but his kisses were nothing like I had ever experienced. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, and I wanted to drown in it. I felt like a teenager again, making out in the basement with a boy.

I traced his body with my fingertips as I made my way to the front of his pants, rubbing the palm of my hand against his thick hard cock. He kissed down my neck, and I slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled his beautiful penis out. He braced himself against the wall as I locked my fingers around him and teased him.

I quickly dropped to my knees, not wanting to miss my possibly only chance to taste this man. I enclosed my lips around him and gently slid up and down as he brought his hands to the back of my head. He quickly began to pump in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper, until he was hitting the back of my throat. I tried to contain my gagging, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to last. Still, I didn’t want it to stop. He pulled my face all the way into his body and held me there as I struggled to breathe. Then he came down my throat and overflowed out of my mouth. He pulled me off of him as I gasped for breath. Startled by what we had just done, he ran upstairs and out the door. We never spoke of it again. 

A year later, I was laying outside on a late August afternoon. I had high hedges surrounding my garden, and the only house for miles was my landlord’s. I often tanned nude, trying to catch what little sun I could each summer. I was reading a particularly steamy romance novel that had me dripping wet and extremely horny, when I heard the gate open and someone calling my name. I knew it was James. I had been dreaming of him every night since the storm, but we both acted as if nothing had happened. I decided to pretend I hadn’t heard him. Laying on my stomach, I spread my legs slightly and continued to read my book. He shut the gate and walk up the gravel path towards the back garden. 

“Susan!” He yelled out my name. I ignored him, feigning being engrossed in my book. He turned the corner when he saw me and coarsely said, “God damn, woman. Anyone could walk back here and you are just laying around buck naked.” I looked over my shoulder.

 “No one ever comes out here except for you.” 

“You should be more careful; someone could take advantage of you in a position like this.” 

“Maybe I am just so desperate to be taken advantage of that I would let anyone who wandered in my garden have a go.” 

He growled, “Why do you have to be so damn tempting? Are you trying to send me to Hell?” He walked over and began to trace his fingertips up my legs.

 “I happen to think I’m worth a trip to Hell.” I could feel his hands make their way up my inner thighs. 

“Damn it, Susan. If I’m going to Hell, then I’m going to make it worth it.” He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over as the book flew out of my hands. He leaned over and roughly kissed me, “God, I’ve missed your kisses.”

 “Maybe don’t wait so long next time. Before you say anything, I know it’s complicated. And I should care, but I don’t. All I know is I want you, and I’m tired of waiting.” He ran his hands down my chest as he massaged my breasts.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” 

“I’m absolutely sure that if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to lose my mind.” He chuckled as he pulled my nipple into his mouth. My body felt like it was on fire as he teased my breasts with his teeth. I could not control my moaning when he began to kiss down my body, settling in between my legs. 

“You taste like heaven, Susie. Pure fucking heaven,” he growled out as he licked slowly over my clit.

 I cried out, “James… please…oh… right…there…” My body pulsed as he quickly brought me to a climax. He looked up at me, smirking as he played with his fingers on my vulva. 

“You are beautiful when you come, Susie,” he whispered into my ear as I blushed.

 “But I am not finished with you.” He quickly pulled my legs apart as he quickly rolled a condom on and lined the tip of his cock up, just teasing me with the tip. 

“God damnit James. Fuck me.” Without hesitation, he slammed into me.

 “Fuck. You feel so good,” I moaned as he slid in and out of me. He leaned over and kissed my lips, and I wrapped my arms around him. Pleasure slowly built with each thrust as I became lost in his arms. “Suzie, come with me, my sweet girl, come with me.” 

“Oh James,” I gasped. 

“Susan.”

 My body shuddered as I climaxed, enveloped around him. A tear slowly fell down my face, and even though I tried to hide it, he noticed. “Don’t cry, my dear,” James whispered in my ear. 

 “I can’t go through this again James. A moment of heaven, only for you not to touch me again for a year. It is torture.” I tried to turn away as he sat up. 

“You know I won’t leave my wife, but I have talked to her. She is ok with you joining us if you are,” James said, looking at me intently. 

I looked up at him, completely shocked. I was so stunned that my voice shook, but I somehow found the words to reply, “I don’t really know, James. I just need to think about it. Can I have some time?” 

He reached down and slid his fingers in and out of my wet pussy. “Please don’t take too long because I want more of this,” he said. Then he pulled his fingers out, licked them clean, and walked away. 

I laid there utterly wrecked in my garden for what felt like hours, wondering what he possibly could have meant, and how he could offer something like that and just walk away.

I spent the next week avoiding him, or maybe he stayed out of my way. Either way, it gave me time to think. I had never even considered being in a relationship with more than one person. Had I wasted years pining for something I could have always had? I shook my head, willing myself not to think about that.  I just had to decide if I was brave enough to go after what I wanted. 

Another week passed. I was such a chicken. I knew what I wanted but could not bring myself to go next door and take it. I was just about to pour a second cup of coffee when someone knocked at my door. I slowly opened the door to see Rebecca standing there. Her long, blonde hair was braided and hung over her shoulder. She always draped her beautiful, curvy body in flowing sundresses. I cursed myself for being in boxer shorts and a tank top, with my ratty bathrobe closed around me. 

“I think we should talk,” Rebecca said as she walked into my house.

“I just don’t know what to say.” 

“How about I start?” She smiled as she sat down next to me on the couch.

“Okay,” I hesitantly replied, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever was coming. 

“James and I have been non-monogamous our entire marriage. I get the feeling that he never told you this, which was a dick move on his part. But I think it scared him how much he liked you, and I don’t think he was ready for what that meant.” She reached up and grabbed my hand as I looked at her in shock.

“Why didn’t he just say something to me? I felt horrible for what I thought we were doing to you.” I shook my head in disbelief. 

“I honestly don’t know. You will have to ask him. I’m just here to reassure you that if you want to start seeing my husband, I am completely okay with it.”

“I’ve never done anything like this. What if I mess it all up?” 

“Oh, I’m sure mistakes will be made, but that’s ok. No one is perfect,” she said, and I just kept nodding my head. We spent the rest of the afternoon sharing stories about their marriage, our lives, and getting to know each other. 

“I’m so glad you came over to talk to me Rebecca. I think James and I would have ignored each other for another year if you hadn’t,” I laughed as I walked her to the door. 

“Me too. I really like you Susan, and I hope we can all become good friends,” she said as she walked towards her house. Just as she got to her the gate of her fence, James came through. They stopped to talk to each other, and I tried not to stare. He kissed her cheek as she walked away, and he turned to look at me. I braced myself in the door frame as he strode towards me. 

“I have missed you, Susan,” he said as he brought his hand to my cheek. 

“I’ve missed you too, James. You just left me so confused. I didn’t know what to think,” I replied, leaning into him. 

“I’m not very good with my words. I’m sorry. That’s why I sent Rebecca over. She is so much better at explaining things than I am. I am a man of action.” He winked at me as he pulled me close. 

“That you are. That you are,” I laughed as he began to kiss my neck. “Come on, let’s get inside. I may be okay with this whole new situation, but I am not okay with getting frisky on the front porch.” 

“Oh, but the back garden is totally ok. I’ll have to make a list,” he chuckled as he dragged me to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and pulled him down on top of me. 

“I love having you underneath me, even when you are covered up in this ridiculous get up,” he said, tugging at my robe. 

“I did not realize I needed to get dressed up just for you,” I countered and slapped his shoulder.

“Dressed up? No. But dressed down? Always.” He smirked at me as he started pulling my robe off. Our clothes were soon thrown about the room. “This is so much better.” He ran his fingers over my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

“James, come here.” I pulled him in and brought his lips to mine as I draped my arms around him. 

“You are a little piece of heaven.” He slowly kissed down my body, leaving a trail of tiny bite marks as I squirmed in pleasure. 

“Why we waited so long to do this, I will never know.” 

“No… more…waiting,” James said, as he slowly licked between my thighs. “My darling, you taste otherworldly.” He began to suck and pull on my clit as my heart raced. He slid a finger in me just as I climaxed. 

“Fuck, yes. Right there. Oh God.” He quickly sat up and flipped me over onto all fours. I reached up and held onto the bed frame as he quickly slipped on a condom and thrust into me. He pounded in and out, over and over, as my body swayed back and forth. 

“You have the hottest ass,” he yelled out and reached out to run his fingers over my curves, “I just can’t get enough of you.” 

My body trembled as I reached my peak, while he continued to fuck me. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed by the time he finally reached his own release. We fell into a tangled pile of limbs on my bed, and he wrapped himself around me. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him. I didn’t know what my life was about to be with this new change, but I knew I was excited to get started.

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