Mrs Robinson had full hips and smooth, soft thighs. I had caught a glimpse of her stocking top as she came down from the window sill. She had locked herself out and I found her trying to reach inside the little top window by the front door. I went up the front path and asked if I could help.
‘I’ve locked myself out,’ she explained, her voice as attractive to me as her glimpsed thigh. ‘I’m trying to reach round to the front door,’ she continued, ‘but I’m too big…’ I helped her down. When you are twenty you fancy everyone. Her warm weight leaning into me was lovely and I began to get the customary erection. A hard-on for a fully dressed older woman who wore stockings.
‘Can we get round the back?’ I asked. ‘Easier. The windows are bigger than these front hall things.’
‘There’s a bolt on the back gate but you might be tall enough to reach it.’
I unbolted the gate and we went round to the back of the house. Sure enough there was a bigger window next to the back door and the top window was slightly open. Looking round the garden I discovered a wheel barrow.
‘I can use that to reach the window but you will have to stop it from tipping. I’ll use this bamboo stick,’ I indicated a stick propping up a flowering bush, ‘if that’s OK?’
‘Sure. We can prop the flowers up once we are in.’
I climbed onto the barrow and poked the stick up pushing the metal window strap up from its retainer. The barrow wobbled and the woman steadied it then put her hand on my thigh to steady me. My hard-on took the hint and stiffened a bit more. Not that there was much I could do about it as I was trying to reach in and loosen the window catch on the main window. She kept her hand on my thigh and I could feel the warmth. I found the window catch and released it then wobbled back as the window opened. She held my thighs and helped me down, letting her hands slide up to my hips as I reached the ground. That brief moment filled me with thoughts of how good it would be to feel between her soft round thighs, find her hot pussy and get her ready for fucking. Instead I upturned the barrow and climbed into the kitchen.
‘The keys are on a hook in the hall, under the stairs,’ she called. I found them and let her in.
‘Cup of tea?’ She had taken her coat off and the woman that stood before me now had a light summer dress on with a vee neck that showed a little cleavage when she bent down. My hard-on was becoming an embarrassment and I had to put my hand in my pocket and direct it up, pointing at my belly button rather that struggling with my flies.
No, I didn’t fuck her. I drank my tea and after a bit said my goodbye. Went back home and had a good wank. Not much to go on but a young imagination can work wonders with a stocking top. Her hair was dark and so I figured her bush would be a dark vee. Her breasts were full, not big but nicely full, what my mate would have called a British Standard Handful. Maybe a BSH and a half. I imagined feeling them and sucking the nipples. My imagination urged my cock into her cunt, I squeezed my throbbing prick and shot my load onto my belly.
She haunted my mind for a long time. Wanking materiel for weeks, then I saw her again.
I’d locked myself out, silly cow. I’m stood there with the shopping and I can’t get in. No keys under the flower pots, Alan, my husband, said that was the first place the thieves looked. So I reckon that Jane Robinson aged nearly forty could climb onto the window sill and force the little window by the front door open and let herself in. Silly cow. I get up there and this lad comes up the path and asks if he can help. Shit. I’m balancing and waving my legs about flashing my knickers as I try to dismount elegantly. He helps me down and I lean into him. Strong, broad shouldered, warm and, looking down, I reckon he’s got a hard-on. ‘Behave!’ I tell myself, he can’t be more than twenty, half your age.
He suggests we go round the back and I agree. If I hadn’t been locked out I would have suggested the same thing and let him shag me up against the garage wall. Instead he gets a wheel barrow and the stick from my Aubretia and tackles the back kitchen window. He’s wobbling about on the barrow, which is difficult keep steady and I risk putting my hand on his thigh. Strong. Young. I could bite it but I confine myself to steadying him. When he gets the window open and comes down from the barrow I let him slide down between my guiding hands, taking note of the bulging fly on his trousers. How easy to stop him just there, lower the zip and let his monster out to be sucked into submission by a sexed up, nearly forty year old woman. You randy cow you. Instead we go inside and have a cup of tea and then he goes.
I couldn’t bear it anymore and went up to the bedroom and imagined him fucking me with that lovely hot cock. Frontward, backward, in my mouth, between my tits, up my arse. My finger and my vibrator work hard, my imagination works harder. Finally I come. Spasms wrack my body. I arch my back pushing my cunt up his throbbing prick. Then the blessed peace. He fills my thoughts for weeks. I wank over him so much I need a new battery for the vibrator. Then I see him again.
There she is. In the bus station with her shopping bags. Should I speak to her? She’s older than me, she might think I’m coming on to her. She wouldn’t be far wrong. I’ve had her so many times in the last few weeks, in my imagination that is. I should have made a pass at her when we were in her house, having a cup of tea. ‘would you fancy coming upstairs and letting me mount you? Give you a good seeing to?’ Yeah and get myself chucked out or she’s go along with it and call the cops and have me arrested. Missed that opportunity. Maybe I’ll just say hello.
‘Hello, fancy seeing you again. Hope you haven’t locked yourself out.’
Oh my God. He’s here, talking to me. He is beautiful. His hair is longer but what am I talking about, I have only seen his hair for a little while, the rest of the time I spent running my fingers through it while he licked my clit to perfection.
‘Oh Hi,’ stupid cow, say something meaningful. ‘Had a different lock put on. One that you have to lock, you know, not a snib lock that…’ Oh God I am beginning to witter. What can I say?
‘They are the best locks. Can’t have the door slam closed when you have just popped out to sweep the front path. Anyway, you won’t be needing the local house breaking service that I provided.’
‘Perhaps not. What are you doing here?’ Daft question in the bus station.
‘Catching a bus. You?’
‘Same. Can I offer you another cup of tea?’ Second chance. I am going to go for it this time. I want to get this guy into bed. If it takes a cup of tea it takes a cup of fucking tea.
She’s offering me another cup of tea. I’m supposed to be going out to see Jim which is the opposite way to her house. But. Christ I want a chance to get her into bed. Why the fuck do I fancy her so much? She must be twice my age. I’m getting a hard on just talking to her. None of the girls I know can manage that. Bollocks. Sorry Jim.
‘Cup of tea sounds lovely. Can I carry one of those bags?’ Carry her bags, be a gentleman, treat her gently, get her tits out and fuck her till she comes. ‘Which bus?’
‘Twenty eight.’ What am I doing? Abducting a sex symbol from the bus station. How the hell do I get him to fuck me?
‘Where is your husband? He should be helping you with these bags.’
‘Germany. He works in Germany which is why I get or got locked out. No man to protect me for weeks on end…’ Come on you beautiful man, tell me that you will protect me.
‘Must get lonely sometimes.’
‘Yes. It does. Here’s the bus’.
So we take the bus to her house and she makes the cup of tea.
‘What did you buy in town?’ I ask.
‘A new dress. Maybe you could help me. I think it will be all right for a dinner Alan and I are going to.’
‘Alan, your husband?
‘Yes. He has to go to these special dinners sometimes and I am expected to dress up as the dutiful wife.’
‘Don’t you like that?’
‘It’s a faff. Everyone being frightfully nice. You know. Let me go up and try on the new dress. Won’t be a moment.’
And so she goes upstairs and I sit in her lounge and wonder what I am going to say about the new dress. That’s very nice. I like the set of the collar. Shows off your tits to perfection. Does it come off easily? That sort of thing.
‘Come up and tell me what you think.’
‘Upstairs?’ am I going daft. Of course upstairs. I climb the stairs into the quiet of the bedroom area. Doors everywhere.
‘In here.’ I go in and there she is with that black dress held up in front of her. It is long and she presses the shoulders against her own bare shoulders.
‘I am never sure about on the shoulder or off the shoulder. It can get quite chilly in some of these great halls and if you have an off shoulder… well, you know.’
‘That one is on the shoulder?’ I say showing off my haute couture knowledge.
‘It is. Off shoulder would look more like this.’ And she pulls the dress down letting it cover her breasts but showing a lot of cleavage. I realise that she has no bra on. In fact I begin to suspect that she is naked underneath the dress which she is holding up by the tips of her fingers. ‘I hope I’m not embarrassing you but I do need to know.’ She says quietly.
‘Whether on or off the shoulders?’ I say quietly back.
‘Whether on or off…’ and with that she lets go of the dress and stands naked in front of me.
‘Definitely off,’ I said.
So we get back to my house and I make him a cup of tea. What comes next? Shag me ‘cos I’m panting for it. Bit crude. Then he asks me what I bought in town and the lie pops into my head; a lie and a plan fully formed. I tell him I bought a dress… for a dinner… and I need his advice… Could it work? It better had or this is the end of an affair that hasn’t even begun. I’m off out of the room before he can ask to see the non-existent dress. Up to the bedroom and find the black dress I wore for last year’s dinner. Strip down to underwear? Nah. Strip. So I strip and rub the knicker marks off my belly. Put the high heels on and practice holding the dress up so that he can’t see me starkers underneath. I call out and he comes up. I think I’ve caught him by surprise. He looks a bit non-plussed. I go into the ‘on the shoulder off the shoulder’ routine and he tries to keep up. I lower the dress a bit. He stares. I bring the show to a climax and let the dress fall. I avoid the temptation to say ‘voila’, wonder whether ‘oooops’ would spoil the moment, say nothing. He stares. I issue the ultimatum – not moving till you strip off - and he strips off. Socks first… he’s done this before. I think we are on to a winner.
Out it comes. My God he’s big. It’s lovely, he’s lovely. I’m going weak at the knees! I swear my pussy’s opening, a welcoming gesture. He’s broad shouldered, a decent six pack, good thighs. Well I’ve already had a feel of his thighs but naked they are impressive. God I want to get astride that cock, get it in me; asap.
‘That is lovely,’ I say, ‘just like I’d imagined.’ Best to let him know I’ve fancied him for a long while.
She was beautiful. My eyes couldn’t stop moving. Her tits were full and tipped with lovely dark nipples. Her tummy, full and soft looking. Her vulva, bulging gently with a lovely dark bush, a real woman not like these shaven girls that have stubble.
‘I’m not moving until you are naked as well,’ she said. I began to undress remembering the old advice ‘take your socks off first’. Nothing looks dafter than a pair of hairy legs with little blue socks drooping on your feet. Shirt, trousers and pants all in one, and my cock springs up like a beast tasting freedom.
‘That is lovely,’ she said, ‘just like I imagined.’
‘You’ve been imagining my cock?’
‘Well it did get a bit obvious on that first day. I wanted it then and I want it even more now.’
‘Why didn’t you say? I’ve been imagining having you since then.’
‘Bit frightened I suppose,’ she came toward me, ‘I didn’t know you.’
‘You mean I could have been a rapist?’
‘Oh no, you couldn’t have raped me. I wanted you to fuck me there and then. It was just a bit sudden.’ She reaches down and feels my balls. I take her face between my palms and kiss her gently. She opens her mouth wide for my tongue.
‘Suck my tits.’ She whispers and I take the hard nipples one at a time. The lovely full breasts were so soft and she urges the nipple into my mouth. She moves back and sits on the end of the bed. ‘Give me your cock.’ She whispers and I feel the sheer pleasure as she takes it in her mouth.
What a lovely fuck she was.
What a lovely fuck he was.
She was so good and we didn’t stop until it was getting dark outside. We must have been screwing and licking and sucking for about four hours. She suggested a cup of tea. The icon of our affair.
‘Alan will be coming home on Friday,’ she tells me and we begin to discuss Alan. He works in Germany, Dusseldorf, something to do with electronics. It is Wednesday.
‘So a final fuck tomorrow then?’
‘No. Tomorrow I clean the house and get rid of every trace of you. You can take your final pleasure now. Anything you want.’
I see the sense in what she is saying.
‘How long will he be home?’
‘About a month so you will have to save it up for four weeks. Anything you want.’
‘I want to watch you wanking.’ I have always loved watching girls pleasuring themselves. ‘I want us to have a mutual wank, now.’ I kneel up on the bed and watch as she begins to rub herself off. I can tell when she stops posing and starts getting near. I watch her lovely tits moving gently as her finger rubs harder. I stroke the inside of her thigh, bend over and kiss her belly, she pushes my head down. I bury my lips into her hot, soft bush, licking, kissing, feeling her hand rubbing, feeling her legs opening. I reach for my cock and jerk my cum over her hand as she comes. She arches her body and I cup her cunt feeling the spasms as the lips part. Watching the still body suddenly jerk with raw pleasure then relax.
We have a cup of tea and say goodbye to sex for a month. We have arranged a meeting place that will cause no suspicion; the public library or as we both agree, laughing, ‘the pubic library’ on a Saturday morning.
So Alan comes home Friday lunch time and it is lovely to see him. We have been married ten years and we really do love each other. It is the Germany job that has caused my unfaithfulness. We are both agreed that it is a good job and worth hanging on to. We are both agreed that we do not want to live in Germany. No reason really. We don’t want children, which doesn’t bother me too much. I was never the motherly type. So the arrangements work well. The lad – he’s called Mark by the way - gospel truth we both joke – fills a need and is very good. He doesn’t push his luck and as far as I know he hasn’t fallen in love with me. In lust yes but not in love. That would be too dangerous. That is where Alan comes in. We are good in life, good in bed and good in just about every department. We still fancy each other and we still pander to each other’s needs. Like now when he gets home. He is always randy and he likes the little play we put on. I always leave my knickers off when he is due.
Normally he would let himself in and call out, ‘You there Jane?’ and I would then answer and the play would begin. He would sit on the sofa and I would come on to him like he was a rep or some other stranger. Hand on his knee, stroke his leg, lean in so that my cleavage showed. Then we would have sex, always standing, leaning against the kitchen door. A real knee trembler, skirt up, legs apart, cock hot and hard claiming its territory.
This time slightly different. I had told him about the new lock so I had to let him in.
‘What was he like? The lock man.’
‘Young, handsome for his age, nice guy.’ I decided that I could base the fantasy on Mark. Alan loved the playacting and so I felt I would be safe with my own Mark based fantasy plus it would get me juiced up ready for Alan’s hungry cock.
‘Did you seduce him?’
‘I’ll say I did. When I knew he was calling I got into a light dress and left my panties off. The front is cut in a low ‘u’ shape so if I leave my bra off I can offer any spectators a decent eyeful of my tits.’ Here I bend forward for Alan to see his fill. No bra no knickers – Alan calls them panties – and ready to be shagged.
‘Did he take much persuading?’
I reach down for Alan’s stiff cock and begin to undo his fly. ‘Can this be sufficient?’ I find his cock and get it out. Start to give him a slow wank.
‘He may have been a bit funny about you wanking him off. He could still have said no’
‘Not a chance when I go nuclear,’ and I lean down to take him in my mouth. My lovely husband now captivated while I suck him off. My lovely husband pushing his hand down to find my tits in the loose dress.
‘I bet he wanted to fuck you then,’ I nod my head and suck my answer. ‘I would have wanted to take you then, maybe do a bit of licking and sucking for myself’.
This is where I stand up and go over to the kitchen door then lift the dress up and show him my bush. He pushes his shoes and trousers off and comes across on his knees. Parts my labia and puts his tongue tip right on my clitoris. It is gorgeous. I push the dress further up. I’m wearing it like a scarf now, and fondle my tits.
‘Did he lick you good?’
‘I nearly came, he was that good. Almost as good as my husband.’
‘Did he suck your tits?’
‘Like this,’ I pull him up my body and feed him my nipples, first the left then the right. Lovely. While he is sucking his fill I pull his cock into my wet quim. It becomes a quim when it is swollen and juicy, it becomes a quim when I am crying out to have it filled with hot cock. Alan fucks me then withdraws. I hold the dress under my chin, let myself slid down the kitchen door and he shoots his spunk over my tits. One, two, three, four hot squirts of cum over my hard nipples and then worked into my soft tits. Alan is home.
The four weeks that Alan is in England are an entirely different routine.
The four weeks her husband was at home dragged by. I went to the library each Saturday morning at eleven. Browsed the books till half past and then hung around outside for a bit only to be disappointed. She never came. On the fourth Saturday she did turn up. Finger to her lips until our pretend browsing got us to the C’s where Lee Childs offered excitement of a different nature. ‘Alan’s off on Sunday morning.’ She whispered.
‘Can I come round on Sunday afternoon?’ I whispered back.
‘No, not until Monday evening. I want to make sure he’s in Germany so I ring him at the start of the working week just to see that he is all right.’
I was a bit disappointed but then she turned with her back to the book shelves and gently squeezed my cock. I felt her tit then we parted quickly as an old lady hove into view.
‘S’use me love, you’re in front of me Agatha Christies’.
Monday evening and the lad turns up. I must call him Mark. Makes him sound a bit like a handyman. God he’s hungry for it. I put the ‘u’ neck dress on and leave the underwear off. Gave him a good view of my tits when I bent down in the hall to pick up a tissue. We had scarcely got to the living room before he had his hand up my skirt. We continued where we had left off with him watching while I prepared my pussy for his lovely prick.
We took up where we had left off. I must have fucked her to orgasm three times that night. I was back on track. Her husband would be back in four weeks so I determined to make the most of it. I never realised she had a dark side. One evening we were talking in the kitchen when she said she wanted to phone her husband.
‘Why?’ I asked, ‘not going to complain I hope!’
‘Let me explain,’ she said and proceeded to explain.
‘You remember that night before Alan came home when we had a mutual wank?’ I remembered it and felt for her cunt. ‘Well Alan and I do the same sort of thing but over the phone. I ring him at a prearranged time. He is ready and we basically talk dirty while masturbating. I pretend I am with a man and he pretends he is with a women. Tonight is a ring night. I wanted it to be different in that I would be with a real man. You could play with me, fuck me, do whatever you want and I would pretend I was describing a fantasy.’
‘What about Alan…’
‘He thinks it’s a fantasy. All you have to do is keep quiet. He loves imagining me being had by strangers. Likes to watch while they rump me and make me suck them off. Particularly likes it when I am full; cunt, bum, mouth and two handfuls, five randy men having me for their pleasure.’
‘Would you like that?’ I was intrigued now. The image she had just conjured up turned me on.
‘Never tried it. Had two once which was exciting. The only trouble with that is that you get distracted. With just the two of you the concentration remains total. Another cock on the block can distract. The bloke fucking gets side tracked watching his mate’s cock slide into your mouth.’
‘So let’s give Alan a ring then.’
‘Phone by the bed.’
We went up to the bedroom and she put the little u neck dress on. She dialled and I heard the ring tone then the tiny voice at the other end of the phone.
‘Alan?’ the tiny voice sounded.
She leaned back with the phone to her ear and opened her legs letting the dress drift between them. She reached down and cupped her vulva through the dress.
‘He’s got me against the wall. He’s feeling my tits.’ I took the hint and stood close to her reaching in to lift her lovely breast. Her hand went down to my cock. ‘Is she nice? Blonde. They make lovely fucks. Will you take her just for me? I will suck you till you come if you fuck her and tell me what it’s like...he’s putting his fingers in me. Three fingers…ah, oh.’ I started to frig her off listening to the little voice squeaking through the phone then I urged her onto the bed, doggy style and began to fuck her.
‘I think he wants to fuck my bum…’ she said. Would you fuck your blonde’s bum? Do it for me, fuck her hard up her bum.’ I worked her juice into her bum and began to lubricate her there. I had never had her that way. She was so tight. I couldn’t get it to go in at first. I pushed two fingers in and she wriggled then began speaking again.
‘Are you up her bum yet? Reach round and wank her clit. Make her tits swing she needs a good seeing to… ah!’ My cock went into her arse. Tight and hot. It was lovely. ‘He’s fucking my bum. I need another cock in my quim. Shall I have two?’ The little voice spoke and she reached in the bedside drawer and produced her vibrator. It hummed into life and she pushed it into her juicy quim. I felt it in my cock as it pushed up her vagina. ‘Oh that is better. Two big cocks seeing to me now. I could take another in my mouth. Suck him off. Have you come in your blondies mouth? Does she swallow?’ I listened to the little squeak from the phone. Reached under her body and squeezed her tits. She climaxed. A terrific orgasm. I held her tight as she shook. I pulled my cock out and wiped it clean then turned her over and began wanking. I wanted to come on her bush, work my juice between her legs.
‘Is blondie a good fuck? Shag her nice and hard. Make her cry out for more.’ The little voice said something. ‘You must have come…’
Meanwhile, in Dusseldorf, Ann Gruber, Alan’s blonde secretary, took his cum and swallowed, cupping his balls gently as his prick jerked in her mouth. He sighed his pleasure. ‘Love you…’ then he put the phone in its cradle.
‘Did your wife come nicely for you?’
Alan lay down on the bed beside her reaching under her neck to cradle her head. He stroked her breast gently.
‘She came beautifully. If I didn’t know better I would have thought she was doing all that for real.’
