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I have been fucking a co-worker for the last 5 months. A very beautiful 44 year old married lady. We first fucked at a convention we both attended. Have been fucking her at a sleazy motel close to work. She invited me over to her house as her husband was going out of town on business for 2 weeks. It was great being able to fuck her in her own bed. I also fucked her in every room in her house. Especially liked fucking her on her coffee table in the living room. Last Sat afternoon I told her we should fuck in her yard, she was very against it so I had her fucking me while I stood up with her legs wrapped around me. When I had her all worked up and close to climaxing I took her out the side door to the house and into her side yard that was visible from the street. She protested but I laid her on the grass and told her to get on her hands and knees. I then started fucking her doggie style. Was hitting her cervix a lot and she was moaning and squealing a lot. After she had cumm 2 times and was working on cuming again I heard something behind me. It was her best friend from down the street. Her friend said MY GOD. I was ready to cumm and had speeded up pumping her. Her friend grabbed my balls and massaged them while I pumped a load into my co-worker. We then all went back into the house. My co-worker begged her friend not to tell her husband. Her friend said that she didn't think anyone else had seen us fucking we could never be sure. God did I cumm hard and a lot. After her friend left my co-worker got very upset. She told me that it was not that her friend had caught us, but that she was fertile that day with no birth control. She also informed me that her husband had been snipped 10 years ago. She then said Oh God what will I tell the family if I am knocked up? She has 2 daughters and a son, all about 18 to 24.
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Her mum caught us.
We'd had a great night, clubbing to the early hours, followed by drinks at a friends house, which nearly turned into an early swap event. My friends girl had the hots for me and my friend had known Lesley since school. But, at that time, she was determined to stay faithful to me, trying to shake off a reputation of being a slut since those school days (Ironic, given our experiences later in life).
So, she got pissed off when I started groping his girl and insisted I take her home. So there we were, at five in the morning, drinking coffee on her parents sofa, with a stony silence between us. At 18, Lesley was a small, gorgeous girl, with firm big tits and the best arse in town. That night she had on a tight top with ripe tits bursting out, and a pair of tight white pants, showing off her perfect arse. I couldn't help noticing that there was a damp patch in her crotch, so thought that the mood might improve, but this was foiled when she downed her coffee, got up and left the room. As I lived way out of town, I routinely slept on her sofa, so assuming that she had gone to bed, I made myself comfortable and put on the TV. Her dad had a secret stash of video porn, so I dug out a favourite and started to masturbate. The door opened silently, and Lesley whispered "why are you wanking off to Kay Parker, when you have me? She stood there, naked, except for a dark bush of pubic hair and a push up bra, with nipples erect. My boner grew another inch and my eyes were like saucers. She put Kay Parker to shame and I could hardly contain myself as she knelt in between my legs and slowly parted her bright red lips and swallowed my dick in one long, slow slide. Just managing to contain myself, I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her glistening lips before allowing them to restore their grip on my engorged member. My back arched as she sucked and licked me toward a massive orgasm. At that point, the door opened and the lights came on. Frozen with panic, we looked up to see her brother, standing with a huge grin on his face and a large bulge in his pants. "Me next" he laughed, as Lesley threw things in his direction and chased him out of the room. Her older brother had come home, parked his car up the street, walked silently to the darkened house, and crept in to surprise us. A panic filled moment, but one which had obviously given him a thrill (tosser!). Once again, the house fell silent and we started to kiss gently. Lesley's firm tits felt hot in my hands, and she bucked and thrashed as I kneaded those stiff nipples. I used my free hand to massage her wet pussy, before going down to nestle my face in that gorgeous dew encrusted thatch (this was the seventies!). Lesley had a massive sexual appetite and we would normally fuck for hours, but with the sun coming up, I knew that we only had an hour before her father got up for work, so flipped her onto her stomach and plunged my blood engorged dick into her from behind. With a rising passion, we fucked like crazy, but silently, so,as not to disturb her parents. Or so we thought. Once again, the door opened and, with my dick now thrust fully into her daughters perfect arse, her mum stood looking at us. What do you say at a moment like that? I scrambled back into my clothes, but poor Lesley was as naked as the day she was born, her clothes discarded in her room, her panties lost, her bra twisted under the sofa. Her mum regained her composure, shook her head and gave a wry smile as she slowly closed the door behind her. Needless to say, that was the end of our passion. We married two years later, and after a few drinks, with a wry smile that I recognised, her mum mentioned the event to me. She said that she went back upstairs that morning, woke her husband, and fucked him rigid. He couldn't understand what the fuck was going on, and she never told a soul. I wanted to return the favour that day, and always wished I had taken advantage of the situation to fuck her mum's brains out. She was in her late fifties, was thin, fit and looked hot in her best outfit that day. Unkown to me, as we chatted, my bride was having her brains fucked out by the friend mentioned earlier. I always wondered why she showered before getting into bed that night. My slut wife had fucked hundreds of guys before me, and was to fuck hundreds more. |
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