“My name is Enid.”
I am twenty-six years old, and people say I am attractive.
My breasts are large, but not overtly large, my hips and stomach are still firm and in shape, after having two children, Lesley, a Girl, aged eight, and David, six conceived accidentally.
I have been in a boring marriage for a few years now, due to me suffering postnatal depression after the birth of David, and my Husband working long hours building up his engineering business.
My Husband Stanley is thirty.
I married him when I was seventeen, and I have been faithful to him throughout my married life, a virgin on my wedding day.
I never thought of straying from my Husband and vowed I would always be faithful to him.
We have a nice home, and a comfortable lifestyle.
I should be content with what I have, but at times frustration overcomes me, and I just mope around the house most days, doing the chores.
I have a firm body due to following an aerobics program on the TV every morning.
The highlight of my mornings is doing these aerobics every weekday, and on Wednesday’s, watching Tom the gardener working on our Gardens and hedges.
One Wednesday, a few months ago, I was leaving my kitchen to hang out some laundry on the line.
I came out of the door to walk up the side of the house to the garden, and not looking, I accidentally bumped into Tom, bumping our heads together.
Strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled me into his body, as I dropped the laundry basket on the floor, spilling some laundry on the path.
I looked at Tom, spluttering my apologies, to find not Tom but another man holding me.
“Are you alright?” he said still holding on to my waist.
“Yes”, yes,” I spluttered, looking directly at this gorgeous hunk of manhood holding me tight.
“W what, who, who are you?” I spluttered, as I gazed directly into his piercing eyes.
“Horace, Horace, my friends call me Horace,” he said.
“Well, who, what, what are you doing here?” I muttered incoherently.
Puzzled, I asked him, “Why are you in my garden?”
“Ohhh, right, sorry I should have introduced myself, and let you know I was here,” he said, looking me straight into my eyes.
“I’m Horace, I have taken over my Uncle’s gardening business,” he started to explain.
“My Uncle Tom, I’m his Nephew,” he continued.
“I haven’t seen you before,” I said.
“I have just come out of the Army,’ he said smiling, “The Airborne.”
“Tom waited till my service finished before retiring, so I could take over his Business.”
“The Para’s,” I said, already impressed by his looks and physique.
“I bet that was exciting, jumping out of Parachutes.”
My heart was pounding.
He laughed, “People get killed jumping out of Parachutes, it’s best to keep them on when you jump out of aircraft,” he joked.
Letting go of my arms and taking off his gardening gloves, he bent down and said, “Let me help you,” and picking up the basket, “It’s the least I can do,” he offered.
“No, it’s,” stopping myself in mid sentence, “Ok,” accepting his offer, I said, “Thanks.”
My body was beginning to shake, as it told my brain to keep him near me a while longer.
I picked up the few bits that had dropped onto the floor, and walked by his side to the garden.
I could feel his eyes on me as I reached up to hang out the laundry on the line.
I was wearing a summer dress that came down below my knees, and was fastened up to my neck.
As I reached up, I knew he would not be able to see much exposed flesh, only my legs.
He began handing me bits of clothing to hang on the line, and as he passed me my panties, I was sure I saw him rubbing the crotch of them, between his fingers.
The same thing happened with my bras; he had two fingers inside the cups, as he would if he was pulling them down over my nipples, before caressing them.
I finished hanging out the clothes and turned to him and said “It’s warm, would you like a drink?”
“Beer, Lemonade, or Tea?” I enquired.
“No beer, Lemonade will be fine, I don’t drink when I’m working,” he informed me.
I walked into the house, unsteadily, my body on fire.
I made his drink, and took it out to him.
I was mesmerized as I watched his chest flex as he lifted his arm, and drank the Lemonade.
His muscles rippled, and I was getting turned on, imagining me writhing in sexual pleasure underneath his body.
“My name is Enid,” I told him.
“Yes I know, married, with two children, pleased to meet you,” he said, offering his hand.
I took his hand in mine, and shook it.
My senses were on fire, I was holding his flesh.
He knew what my name was, and what my family consisted of.
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“Uncle Tom told me, I have to know my customers.”
“Your house is on my list for Wednesday, but yours is the last, so when I’ve done you, I can go home,” he said, letting my hand free.
I didn’t want him to let go.
I wanted him to keep holding my hand.
I wanted him to hold my body, especially after he said, “When he had done me he could go home.”
I looked at his virile body and imagined him doing me.
Doing me in my bed.
Taking the glass from him, and to break the spell I seemed to be under, I walked back into the house.
I imagined I could feel his eyes burning into my body as I walked into the kitchen.
Closing the door, I turned and placed my back to it, breathing out a huge sigh, trying to release the sexual tension that had built up while I was close to him.
I stayed in that position for a while, until my breathing and senses had returned to normal.
I half rushed upstairs to see if I could get another glimpse of him while he worked.
I hid behind the net curtains, sure in the knowledge that he couldn’t see me watching him.
I watched as he worked around the lawn digging at the edges, moving earth further on, with his powerful arms.
As I watched him work on the garden, I began to run my hands over my breasts, squeezing them, and teasing my nipples.
Mesmerised with his well-proportioned, and muscular body, I involuntary drifted down to my crotch, rubbing my twitching pussy over my dress.
Still watching him, and fantasising, I lifted my dress and slipped my hand inside my panties, gently caressing my pussy and clitoris.
I was turned on.
I watched him walk behind the tree at the end of the garden.
I suddenly realised as he undid his trousers, he was going to take a pee.
Taking his cock out, he began to pee in full view of me, although he must have thought he was hidden from my sight.
I leaned forward, right up close to the window, not wanting to have my view restricted.
He held his cock in his hands, it was massive, a good three inches was hanging over his hand, and I had noticed he had large hands.
I estimated that his cock was a good seven, eight, or even nine inches long.
I had no idea a man’s cock could be so huge.
I masturbated furiously, as I watched him release his fluid, and I orgasmed right there, in front of the window, hidden by the net curtains.
I watched as he fastened himself up, and moved to collect his tools together.
I was on fire.
My body tingled, my mind raced.
I wandered around the bedroom as if in a daze.
Just then I heard a shout, “Mrs Graham? Mrs Graham? Enid,” he shouted.
I ran down the stairs, and taking in a huge gulp of air, I began opening the door.
“Yes, I’m here, what’s wrong?” I asked, once again peering at his muscular body, and piercing eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he said.
“I’m going now, I just wanted to let you know I’ll see you next Wednesday.”
“Ok,” I said, watching him as he walked away.
I was still watching him, as he loaded his equipment into his truck.
My next-door Neighbour’s Daughter passed by his truck, and he stopped loading to look at her.
She was openly flaunting herself at him, dressed in a mini skirt, and a short tight top.
She was exposing plenty of flesh, and wiggling as she walked seductively past him.
I was on heat for him, and I was jealous of her for grabbing his attention.
“Bitch,” I said under my breath looking at her walking past.
“Bastard,” I whispered to myself, watching him looking at her.
My jealous rage continued.
“You want to see flesh, I’ll give you flesh,” I muttered to myself
Still muttering to myself, “You just wait, Horace, you Bastard, I’ll show you sexy dressing,” I vowed to myself.
I watched him drive away, driving away from my view of him, but leaving me with my fantasy.
My mind was racing, as I began to develop a fantasy involving him.
Short skirts, tight tops, exposed flesh, would from now on be my Wednesday attire.
I went upstairs into my closet and began looking for suitable, or rather unsuitable clothes to wear the next time he came.
I picked my shortest skirt I had, put it on, and looking at it decided it wasn’t short enough.
I got some scissors and cut six inches off the bottom, put it on and decided still not short enough.
I cut a further two inches off, and tried it on again.
I looked in the mirror, it was short, just covering my behind, I was pleased, and plenty of leg was showing.
I picked a top out, low cut off the shoulder, put it on, and admired myself.
As I looked at myself my fantasy started to develop.
It would relive the boredom for the next few days, as instead of drudgingly doing the daily chores I would rush around the house doing the housework before settling down to develop my fantasy, my fantasy of me and Horace making love, fucking.
I lay on the bed in my clothes I had chosen, the clothes, or rather the style of what I would wear when we fucked.
It was my fantasy, and I was enjoying it, planning, and arranging how, and where we would do it.
We would do it in my bed, with the light shining through the windows, reflecting on his body.
I began to caress myself as I thought back to his strong hands holding me, when I bumped into him.
I fantasized that he had me pushed up against the wall, kissing and caressing my body.
As I pulled my skirt up, I imagined his hand lifting my skirt up, fingering my pussy, and then pushing his cock into me.
As I masturbated, I visualized him using me, raping me, fucking me.
I have always fantasised about simply being taken by a man, any man.
My fantasy now involved Horace, Horace, taking me, using me silently.
I fantasised that he wouldn’t say anything.
He would just take me, use me, and then when he had finished, push me away like a used Slut, without words being spoken.
My fingers continued to stroke my pussy as I squirmed and bucked against them, as I orgasmed.
I felt the flow of juices over my fingers, as lay on my bed, remembering, and thinking about his cock.
When I was finished I sat up feeling drained but satisfied.
My family came home together.
My Husband always picked the children up from school.
I was still upstairs when they came in, still engrossed in formulating my fantasy.
I returned to domesticity quickly, changing my clothes ready to greet my family.
I went downstairs and prepared a meal for them.
All through dinner I was planning, thinking, revising my thoughts, so much my Husband commented that I “Seemed far away.”
To break the spell, and not let my Husband begin to question me, I said, “We have a new Gardener, did you know?”
“Yes,” he said, “Tom’s Nephew, Ex Airborne, good looking I’m told.”
“Good looking? Good looking?” I thought to myself, “Fucking gorgeous more like.”
My mind once again raced back to our encounter, as I said to Stanley, “Some women might think so,” in an effort to hide the effect Horace had on me.
Stanley laughed.
All through the evening meal I formulated my fantasy.
We would do it in my bed, in my house.
I would be dressed as revealing as possible, without losing my decorum, or appearing tarty, or Sluttish.
That night I made love to Stan, or rather had sex with him, but thought of Horace.
The next morning saw me at the Mall, looking at, and buying clothing, and shoes.
Mini skirts, tops, and anything my fantasy told me to be wearing.
I bought new bedclothes, white satin sheets, pillowcases and duvet cover.
I would change the bed every Wednesday morning.
I would in future put Horace’s bed sheets, as I began to call them, on the bed every time he was due to work in the garden.
Every day I would do my aerobics, shower, and prepare the bed and myself, adding or changing things as my fantasy took hold, and was formulated.
On the day before Horace was due to “Do me,” as he said, I had things well in advance.
After practicing all week, I got the preparation time down to one hour thirty minutes.
From the time my Husband and children left for work, to me being dressed and made up, ready for my Lover, with Lemonade ready in the icebox, and laundry ready to hang out, totalled two hours tops.
Horace was due after lunch, as he said when he had done me, his workday was over.
All though the practices, and the preparation, I played with myself, always bringing myself to orgasm.
At last the day arrived, a warm sunny day, a day I should be sunbathing in the garden after my aerobics.
I told myself next time at the Mall, to buy a skimpy bikini, to flaunt myself in front of him.
I had seen my family off to work and school, and I had done my aerobics, showered, and prepared my fantasy Lover’s bed.
Now it was time to get myself ready.
As I was preparing myself, ready for Horace, I stood naked in front of the mirror admiring myself.
I am tall and slender, with long hair.
My breasts are full and my dark pink nipples point slightly upward.
My flat stomach curves down into the swollen mound puffing out from between my legs and covered with soft brown curls.
I was feeling very sexy.
I pulled on a pair of tiny black lace panties and a matching low cut bra that pushed up my breasts.
Then I put on a tight black miniskirt and finally a thin red top that showed the swells of my breasts and a large amount of skin between my skirt and blouse.
I had tried stockings with the outfit, and although I had bought a pair of hold ups that the tops did not show under my skirt, I did not wear them, the weather being too warm.
I fake tanned my legs, and arms, to complete the look I had chosen.
I waited…!
As I waited I still formulated my fantasy.
I would be wearing a thong, and as he pulled them down I would lift my right leg up make it easier for him to slip one side over my foot.
My left leg would be raised when he slipped the thong off completely, exposing my pussy to him.
A loud bang woke me from my fantasy dream, and I looked out of the kitchen window and saw Horace behind his truck, getting off a lawn mower.
He was here…!
My heart pounded, the fantasy was at this moment turning into reality.
Everything I had planned could now take place if I wanted it to.
If I flaunted myself enough…! If I worked on his senses…! He would drop everything and rush over to take me, and ravish me.
I went out with the laundry.
He was mowing the lawn as I reached the garden; he stopped and greeted me with a casual wave.
I began hanging the laundry on the line, making sure my underwear usually placed at the back, was predominantly to the front, in full view of his staring eyes.
As I hung the washing out, I was on fire.
I imagined I could feel his eyes burning into me.
Every time I reached down to get more laundry to hang out I sneaked a glimpse.
I loved what I saw, his strong muscular body, rippling as he worked.
When I had finished hanging out the Laundry, I looked at him and smiled.
I felt hot, and put an extra sway in my walk, as I went inside the house.
I dashed upstairs to my bedroom, and I ran to the window and watched him work for a while, caressing my breasts as I watched.
I moved my hands down to my pussy, intent on bringing myself to an orgasm while I watched him.
I saw him walk to the washing line, finger my black panties, pull them to him and smell the crotch.
I exploded…!
He seemed to take another big sniff, letting them go they twanged on the line.
My orgasm came intensely, powerfully.
Juice ran down my legs, and I moved back from the window, and lay on the bed, my fingers grinding furiously over my clit.
My mouth stuffed with the end of my pillow to stifle my moans.
Another phase had now entered the equation, now I would put out a thong next time and see if he’d sniff that.
I usually lay for ages after I have had an orgasm, but today I got up straight away to continue looking at him.
I went downstairs to the kitchen, got out the Lemonade, and took it out to him.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked him, my knees trembling.
“Yes please,” he said, taking the offered drink, touching my hand as he did so.
“You look different than last week, I like what you’re wearing today, and looking at me he said, “Very nice, very nice.”
“Which is the real you?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“What you were wearing last week is different to this week,” he said.
“So which is the real you?”
“Dressing dowdy, or sexy looking?” he questioned.
Flustered, I couldn’t answer.
“I, I wear, I don’t know, it depends,” I said, when I did manage to speak.
“Ah” I see,” he said, laughing, “You dress like you are now, for your Gardener?”
“You dress like that so that your Gardener can’t get any work done,” he chortled.
“No, I,” I was trying to find an excuse, he was right I was dressed like this for him.
“I dress like this because I still can, I think I’m still attractive,” I said.
“You’re beautiful, really beautiful,” he said, adding, “Your Husband is a lucky man.”
“Thank you,” I said blushing.
He took his glove off, held my face in his hand, and he leaned down and kissed me.
It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it could have been if either of us had pressed on hard enough.
I trembled at his touch, my body melting.
“Sorry,” he said, “That was out of order, forgive me.”
Then he said, “But you do look nice, it’s been a long time since I was close to a pretty Woman.”
He coughed, “I had better be going, please accept my apologies.”
With that he turned and walked to his tools, picked them up and loaded them onto his truck.
I wanted to scream out “Stay, don’t go,” I wanted more touches, and more kisses.
I wanted him…
His truck pulled out of the drive, and drove away leaving me, bewildered and confused, and wanting him to come back.
I realised then, at that instant, that I wanted my fantasy to be a reality.
I went into the house, and after calming down, began to return the house and myself to normal.
Until my family came home, I walked around the house dreaming of his kiss, and fantasising about him.
My fantasy was becoming an obsession, an obsession I needed to fulfil.
I was ready for my family to return home, the bed was changed, and I was dressed normally, the clothes, Horace’s clothes, as I started to think of them, were put away.
My Husband was the first in the door, followed by the children.
I fussed over them, trying to put my thoughts of Horace in the background.
The phone rang, my Husband answered it, and I heard my Husband talking, sometimes just saying, “Yes, yes”
Then something was said about the tree, and then my Husband hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Horace, the Gardener,” he said.
“He says our tree needs trimming down! I’ve told him he can do it when he wants.”
The rest of the night was spent quietly, watching TV, me deep in thought about Horace!
As soon as my Family left in the morning I set off in my car for the Mall.
I was looking at clothes, intent on buying a skimpy bikini, and anything else that would assist in my fantasy.
I saw a silver sheen bikini, which I tried on, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I pictured myself on a recliner, sunning myself as Horace rubbed my body with sun lotion.
I bought the bikini, and browsing round a teen fashion shop, saw a black mini skirt as short as the one I had cut down, with a split up the side.
My mind was racing, the perfect garment for my seduction of Horace, or his seduction of me.
I couldn’t wait to get home to try it on.
Trail runs convinced me that I had things perfect, as perfect as I wanted them.
Wednesday came around again, before I knew it.
My family left, I did my aerobics, showered, and prepared the house, bed and me, for my fantasy Lover.
I felt like a million dollars, dressed scantily, but not sluttish.
Made up the best I could, with as I called it “Horace’s makeup”, which I bought at the Mall, especially for him.
The Lemonade was made, the laundry waiting to be hung out to dry.
Hung out in front of him, as he worked, and I flaunted myself.
I decided that my fantasy would turn into reality at the first opportunity.
I realised I wanted him, wanted him inside me, wanted his body close to mine.
I hadn’t formulated plans to get him into the house, to get him where I could enjoy what he had to offer.
I knew what he had to offer, his kisses would be electric, and his lovemaking would be superb.
I caressed my legs, as I fantasised about Horace, imagining him running his hands up my legs.
I drifted off to sleep, and woke up with half an hour before the family came home.
I was confused, where was Horace? I went outside, he was nowhere to be seen, and nothing had been done in the garden, as far as I could see.
He wasn’t here, and hadn’t been.
I checked the date, it was Wednesday, and I wasn’t looking at my fantasy lover.
I was choked.
I looked in my Husband’s address book to see if he had Horace’s number in it.
Nothing, nothing at all
I went upstairs, undressed from Horace’s things, changed the bed, wiped off my makeup, and went back downstairs, full of remorse.
Maybe he was staying away from me because of the kiss, maybe he had someone else.
I realised I knew nothing about the man I wanted to give myself to.
When my Husband came home with the children, I said to him, “The Gardener hasn’t been,” saying, “The Gardener,” and not his name “Horace”.
“Hmm, maybe he’s sick?” Stanley mumbled.
That was it…
He was sick…
He wasn’t scared to see me, after kissing me…
I lifted my spirits up after that.
Stan told me that Tom had given him three tickets to the NASCAR for a week on Saturday.
He said something had come up, and Tom and his family couldn’t go.
Stan asked me “Did I want to go?” I said, “No, take the Children, I’ll stay at home.”
The kids were excited, about going, as they love car racing.
Stan asked me if it was, Ok to go, and would I be all right alone?
I said, “I’m alone all day, a couple of nights won’t hurt.”
I was thinking to myself I could spend all day submerged in my fantasy, honing and fine-tuning my seduction of Horace, or the other way round.
The rest of the week I spent indulging in my fantasy, until, finally Wednesday came.
The set routine was put into action.
See the family off.
Put the laundry in the washing machine
Turn on the TV
Do my aerobics to the program on the television
Shower
Dress, in Horace’s clothes
Apply my make up
Do my hair
Check my appearance
Change the bed
Make his drink
Looking round checking that everything was perfect, I made my way downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen taking out the laundry from the machine, I began putting it into the basket ready to hang out.
Ready to begin flaunting myself again.
I waited
He never came
My fantasy Lover had failed to turn up again.
Depression set in me, and just before Stan and the children came back I undressed, and changed the bed, wiped off my makeup, yet again, just like last week.
But this time was worse.
This time I did it with a heavy heart.
Once again I said to Stan, “The Gardener didn’t turn up again, do you have his number?”
He said, “No.”
This made my heart sink lower, I felt empty, downhearted.
I spent the next two days doing housework, redoing some, trying to take my mind off Horace, and my fantasy.
Saturday came, I had not done any practice runs, and I hadn’t played with myself.
I cleaned the windows of my bedroom, just to take my mind off things, pulling the nets to the side, while Stan got the kids ready for their trip.
They would be away till Sunday night, and as they left, I kissed them all and said, “Phone me, when you get there, and when you leave, take care.”
I was alone, and I didn’t feel like dressing up, practicing.
My routine for Horace was now perfectly set, well practiced, and as perfect as could be.
I went upstairs for a shower, and while in the shower I was so low thinking about Horace, I didn’t even caress my body.
After showering and drying myself I walked into the bedroom.
Perking up to the fact that Horace had probably been on holiday for two weeks and would come back on Wednesday, and I would see him again, lifted me.
I looked into my full-length mirror, admiring my body, the body that Horace would caress, the body he caressed in my fantasy.
I was imagining Horace, as my hands roamed around my body.
I held my breasts in both hands, caressing the nipples with my thumb.
Pushing them up to my Lovers mouth, for him to caress and suck.
I glanced out of the window, and I imagined I saw Horace sat in the tree looking at me.
I looked again, and his image was still there, and he’d been sawing a branch, but now he was looking through my window, at me.
I peered closely, after rubbing my eyes.
He was there…
He was sat in the tree, and he was looking at me, and I was naked, and in full view of him.
It was Saturday not Wednesday…?
He was here…
My mind reeled…
I ran out of the bedroom, and into the bathroom, and picking up my bathrobe, I quickly put it on and walked back into his full view again.
I checked he was still there before closing the nets tight together.
My mind was reeling…
Why? Why was he here today Saturday?
I thought to myself “What do I do, I’m not ready for him, and how long is he staying?
I peered through the net curtains.
He was still sat in the tree, sawing branches.
I figured he would be there an hour at least, time to get ready, time to prepare…
What first?
The bed?
Me?
Laundry?
Lemonade?
I decided I would get ready first, in case he didn’t stay long.
Then the bed…
Then the Lemonade…
No time for the laundry, that would take too long, and I didn’t know how long I had.
As I was dressing I thought of how I could get him into the house.
First, after dressing I would go outside and ask him, “Why are you doing our gardening today?”
That way I could let him see me, let me flaunt myself to him.
I dressed, did my hair, and applied my make up in under thirty minutes.
Rushing I made the bed, checking all the time to see if he was still there.
I hurried downstairs, made the Lemonade, and checked the time.
It had taken me Forty-five minutes to do everything, except the laundry.
I was pleased, the fastest time yet, although I wasn’t happy with my hair, or makeup.
I went outside stood near the tree and shouted up to him, “Horace, Horace.”
He looked down at me, and smiled.
“Why are you here today?” I asked.
“To do the tree,” he said, “I’ll be here a while yet, I have to cut the big branches up.”
“Lemonade is ready when you want some, just knock,” I said.
I went back inside, climbed the stairs went into my bedroom, and checking that he was still there, redid my hair and make up.
I was still flustered, and confused, but now he was here, I was determined to make today the day.
Today I resolved I would give myself to him.
I never even considered if he wanted me or not.
I continually checked and rechecked my hair, my make up, adding touches to them.
I was dreaming about Horace all the time I fussed about.
I smiled to myself thinking, “I wonder what Stan would say, seeing me dressed like this.”
What would the neighbours say?
A knock at the door startled me.
I walked to the door, opened it to find Horace standing there, my heart fluttered.
“Lemonade” I said, my mind racing, my eyes glued to his body.
“No, actually, have you got a wet towel?” he asked.
“A wet towel,” I queried, “What for?” pondering what he wanted a wet towel for.
“I have some bits on me, from the tree, they’re starting to itch,” he said.
My mind was racing “Get him in the house,” my brain was telling me.
Thinking fast I said “Would you like a shower?”
“Ohhh yes please, if you don’t mind?”
I silently congratulated myself, I’d played a master stroke, I had him in my house, just where my fantasy wanted him, just where I wanted him.
“I’ll just get my things,” he said.
A few minutes later he came back with a small holdall, taking out a pair of pants, he asked, “Where do I go then?”
“Follow me,” I said, leading him upstairs to the bathroom.
I turned around to see if he was following me, and I saw he was right behind me.
At the top of the stairs, I realised, as he was following me upstairs, he would have seen right up my skirt.
I wasn’t embarrassed, if fact the thought of what he would have seen turned me on.
To anyone else seeing that, they would have thought this is flaunting beyond decency.
I didn’t care If he wanted to see flesh he was seeing flesh.
My flesh, the flesh I wanted him to touch and fondle, and make love to.
I led him into the bathroom, got a towel from the closet, and turned the shower on for him.
I showed him the controls, and left him, closing the door behind me.
Walking down the stairs, I punched the air, elated that my fantasy was in full swing.
I was in control, my fantasy was mine, and I could now dictate the pace it went, and how far.
I waited in the lounge, waited for him to finish his shower, and then I would go upstairs to the bathroom and wallow in the fact that Horace had been naked in my home, in my shower.
I had an erotic feeling, the situation was erotic, and I decided that when he was out of the bathroom I would go up and just stand where he had stood naked, drying his body.
I would touch where he had stood, letting the water caress my hand.
I didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom, or come down the stairs.
He startled me when he said, “Enid, have you got another towel?”
Flustered, I answered, “Yes hang on, what for?” confusion making me shake.
“To dry my back,” he said.
I went and fetched him another towel, I handed it to him, and he handed it back.
“Dry me, dry my back, please,” he asked commandingly.
He turned round with his back to me, and I rubbed his back with the towel.
This was so erotic, as I watched his shoulder blades flex as I rubbed his back.
I admired his firm back, I wanted to lean forward and kiss it, kiss his shoulders.
I was trembling, wanting, my body tingled all over.
He turned around to face me.
“Dry me.”
I swallowed; he wanted me to dry his chest, his muscular chest.
I began rubbing his chest, admiring his muscles, watching them ripple.
My insides were churning I could feel myself getting wet with my Woman juices.
As I dried his shoulders, my eyes wandering all over his torso, he looked straight at me.
“I’ve asked around,” he said, looking me in the eye, “I’ve asked some of your neighbours, Tom, as well, you don’t usually dress like this, do you?” pointing at the clothes I was wearing.
I stopped drying him, and looked away from him, I averted his eyes.
“Do you?” he repeated.
I swallowed hard again, and still not saying anything I turned my head back and looked him in the eyes.
I was trembling inside; I was feeling a little foolish.
“You’ve dressed for me, haven’t you?”
“You did last time I came as well?” he said, fixing his eyes on mine.
I licked my lips, and bit my bottom lip as I looked up at him.
“You want me, don’t you?” he asked.
“I’m married,” I pleaded.
“You want me?” he said, more forcefully.
“Don’t you?” he asked again.
He lifted my face up with his finger, looking directly into my eyes.
Raising his eyebrows, he repeated again.
“Don’t you?” goading me to answer.
I took a deep breath, “Yeah,” I answered, “Yeah,” I repeated.
“You’ve wanted me ever since I showed you my cock,” he began.
“Remember? Behind the tree, when you were looking at me through the net curtains.”
He held my wrists tightly, as he continued, “I know you want me.”
“When I first saw you, especially the second time, I said to myself, “That Bitch wants my cock.”
“You dressed up in your short skirt just for me, and I must admit it turns me on when I see the way you sway your hips and breasts as you walk in front of me.”
“You flaunted yourself in front of me, posing, and teasing me.”
“Were you teasing me?”
I swallowed hard again, not replying to him, just looking at him.
“Were you teasing me?”
“Tell me, tell me the truth, were you, teasing?”
“I took a breath, a deep one, “No,” I uttered.
“So you did it because you wanted me, you dressed sexily, for me?”
“Yes,” he queried.
“Yeah,” I moaned, “I want you,”
The fantasy forgotten for a moment, the reality beckoning
His mouth lowered to mine, and his tongue reached out, and licked my lips.
Then he bit my lower lip between his teeth, softly, gently.
He let go of my wrists in order to use both hands to pull my body tighter against his.
Inside I was on fire, and my body tingled from all the attention.
My nipples hardened and pushed against my bra.
I was getting really moist from the stirrings in my loins.
He kissed me hard, and then backed me to the sofa, backing me right up till my heels touched the sofa, kissing me all the time.
He kissed my face, my neck, and my shoulders.
Every kiss extracted a moan from me.
“Ohhh, Ohhh,” I sighed.
He pulled my top down over my shoulders, and, inserting two fingers in my bra, he pulled it down exposing my breasts.
He bent down, his lips attaching to one of my nipples, and sucking on it noisily, the nipple growing between his lips.
“Ohhh,” I sighed again, holding his head to my breast.
He gently pushed me back, so that I was forced to sit down on the sofa, my legs were weak with pure hunger for him.
He stood in front of me, looking down at me.
My senses were reeling It was happening; all I had fantasised about was about to happen.
As he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them I gasped.
His cock, although fully erect, hung down from its own weight.
I had never seen a cock so large.
He pulled my head forward pressing the head of his cock against my mouth.
He was so strong there was no use in trying to resist.
I opened my mouth.
I sucked in the head of his huge cock trying to satisfy him.
My jaws were stretched wide, as I tried to accommodate him.
I had a least half of his cock in my mouth, and I began sucking avidly.
He moved my head forward, and then backward, showing me what to do to him.
He didn’t force any more of his cock in me, but as I sucked, he gently fucked my mouth.
I slid a bit more of his cock into my mouth, which brought out a moan from him.
I felt some precum on my tongue, and I swallowed it as he pulled his cock back.
He pulled my mouth off his maleness, and knelt down between my legs, and began kissing me, his tongue searching for mine.
We both licked each other’s tongues as our lips were pressed together.
Bending down he once again took a nipple in his mouth, sucking fiercely.
He then changed over to my other breast, sucking that one just as much.
“Ohhh God,” I moaned, “Ohhh yes,” pressing his head to whichever breast he was ravishing.
He pulled my top down over my shoulders and down my arms to my waist, and then slid my bra straps off my shoulders, as he exposed both my breasts.
He then took them both in his hands, and caressed and squeezed them, thumbing my nipples at the same time.
“I watched you watching me,” he said, “I could see you.”
He grabbed my legs behind my knees, pulling me to the edge of the sofa.
As I slid down, my skirt rode up to my waist, so that both garments were together.
He unfastened my bra, pulling that from my body as well.
He hooked his fingers into my thong, and as he pulled it down, my fantasy kicked in.
I lifted my right leg so that he could take one side off, just as I had practiced.
Opening my legs, he bent down putting his mouth on my sex, my vagina lips.
Without any hesitation, he began licking my cunt lips, and then moving his mouth to my clitoris brought muffled screams from me, “Ohhh, yes, yes, “Ohhh.”
Oral sex was something I had not contemplated in my fantasy.
As he licked and sucked, I held his head, directing him by moving his head, as to what I wanted him to do.
An orgasm started building inside me almost immediately, my body started shaking.
I climaxed with a loud moan, as I forced my body upwards to his mouth.
He lifted up, smiling at me, as he ran his hands up and down my legs.
“Did it turn you on?” he asked, “Watching me sniff your underwear?”
I moaned, “Ohhh God,” he had seen me behind the curtains, he did it for me.
He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy lips, wetting it with my juices.
He reached down with his right hand, his cock pressed against my pussy.
He took my thong off my left leg, and held it to his nose.
Inhaling deeply, he smelt my pussy odour.
He took another deep sniff, threw the thong aside, looked at me and grabbing me by my waist, drove into me with a cunt splitting thrust.
I screamed out “Ahhh,” as his huge cock entered me, and stretched, my cunt lips around him.
He pulled out to the end of my pussy, and thrust back in again, reaching depths I never imagined.
Then with a grunt he thrust into me again I felt the suction of my pussy lips as they hungrily grasped his cock trying to hold it in.
My hips bucked, and fought for more of his cock, for more of that lovely huge cock
I heard the animal grunts from my own lips.
“Ohhh,” I groaned, as he thrust again, and more cock entered my womb.
Now his every thrust was met with my own, my cunt grasping his cock when he withdrew.
“Ohhh God,” I cried out.
“Tell me you like it,” Horace yelled at me, “Tell me you liked being fucked by me.”
“Yes,” Ohhh God, I love it,” I moaned.
“Fuck me,” I indecently moaned, “Fuck me, fuck me Horace fuck me.”
I was blubbering, and spittle was leaking out of the corners of my mouth.
I lay back submissively, bringing my right hand to my cunt, as I began stroking my clitoris vulgarly.
He watched as I lay there, eyes closed, moving my fingers faster with each stroke.
Horace took another big lunge and buried his cock in my pussy.
“Ahhh,” I screamed, his cock felt as though it had entered my stomach cavity.
With another massive lunge, his penis rammed roughly into me.
I was pinned up against the couch; my head on the cushions as he fucked me without mercy, and violently
He was filling me, filling my womb with his gorgeous big cock
It hurt a bit, but it was a nice hurt.
Gradually my juices eased the pain, and I lay back and received his pounding cock.
His cock seemed to continue to grow inside me, as it reached my inner depths.
I was already shocked at the size of it in my pussy.
As my muscles clasped tightly around Horace’s lust swollen cock, he threw his head back with a loud moan.
Then he shoved his manhood forward and into me in a furious thrust.
Plunging his cock deep into the crack of my cervix.
My fantasy practises hadn’t prepared me for this, and the power of his thrusts was never imagined.
I remembered my fantasy, to have him in bed, on his bedclothes, fucking me.
“Bed,” I cried, “Bed, let’s go to bed,” I pleaded, reaching up to kiss him.
My breathing became laboured, “Take me to bed” I implored again.
Kissing me, and then holding me around the waist, he lifted me up, and, standing up, carried me out of the room, still impaled on his massive cock.
He began walking up the stairs holding me tight to him, as I moaned uncontrollably.
Now my moaning became louder with the approach of a fuck induced orgasm.
My body stiffened, as the motion of his cock inside me brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm.
I pulled his hair forcing his head back, kissing him.
I screamed with pleasure as my orgasm swept through my body.
He kissed me back as my cum juice filled my pussy, locked inside me by Horace’s huge cock.
Halfway up the stairs, he sat me down on one step as he knelt on one below.
Suddenly, Horace withdrew without warning, and without cumming in me.
My pussy juice flowed from me, soaking the stair between my legs.
He was still erect, and still hard, as he lunged into me again and I felt like my cunt was being ripped apart
The edge of the stair tread was digging into my back as he relentlessly pounded his cock into my willing body.
Stopping once again, he bent down and kissed me.
I hungrily returned it, wanting more wanting anything he wanted to do to me.
As he lifted me up again, to carry me to the bedroom, Horace had his hands around my waist.
He slowly started lifting and lowering me onto his huge cock like a toy, as he walked.
I hugged Horace, riding his cock as it pulsated, and my pussy convulsed uncontrollably around his maleness.
I came again, juices leaking out of my cunt, as it was forced to wrap around his huge cock.
I moaned again as even more cum juice seeped out of me.
He walked me to the bed, and still deep inside me, laid me down, and continued fucking me, as we shuffled to the middle of the bed.
My moans filled the room, our bodies locked together.
“Ohhh” “Ohhh” “Ohhh” I heard myself moaning.
My womb felt stuffed, full with his maleness.
He continued fucking me with long forceful thrusts.
He grasped my breast with one hand, squeezing and pinching.
He stopped, to catch his breath, or delay his orgasm, I didn’t know.
I was out of control.
All I wanted was for him to stroke his huge, hard cock into me, “Fuck me, fuck me,” I pleaded.
He began once again to pound my pussy, taking long deep breaths as he fucked me.
As he thrust I moaned.
“Ohhh Horace,” I wailed, “I’m cumming, Ohhh God fuck me,” I implored him.
“Cum in me, I pleaded, “Cum in me, let me feel it.”
I knew I couldn’t take much more before I orgasmed.
He thrust harder.
“Hurt me,” I begged him, “Cum, please cum in me, “Give it me”
I had lost it, I wanted him to stop, to cum, to release my orgasm.
After more minutes past, his breath grew shorter and shorter.
I could feel him growing, growing deep, deep inside me.
Oh God, this is it, I thought, he’s going to cum in me.
My image of me, under him, as he sprayed my womb with his hot white sticky lust made me go over the top.
That did it, I began to climax, wailing “Oh God.”
Horace still hadn’t cum, and in a moment of wantonness scrambling my thoughts, I foolishly said to him “Fuck a baby into me, fill me with cum.”
He held me tightly against him.
Strong jets of his hot sticky sperm jetted out.
My orgasm overwhelmed me, as I felt the first jets of hot fluid, and continued as his cock pumped, and pumped his cum into me, drenching and inundating my insides with his thick clinging seed.
On and on, his huge cock jerked and twitched to its completion.
His sperm leaked out of my stretched lips around the base of his cock.
“Yes, yes” I screamed.
Hot jets of his sperm filled my pussy continuously.
Sweat was pouring off me
Realising that our fucking would soon be over I moaned in his ear as he placed his head on the pillow, “Ohhh God, no, don’t stop, no,” I sobbed hysterically.
Finally, Horace collapsed in exhaustion over me.
I laid there, sobbing softly, his weight on me.
I could still feel him deeply inside me, his cock twitching in the after effects of our fuck.
His weight was heavy on me, and he must have sensed it, because he took his own weight on his forearms.
I could feel the scalding hotness of his sperm in my vagina.
My orgasm was overwhelming
My body went limp as the last of my orgasm trembled through my body.
I was full of sperm, Horace’s cum
I could feel some running down along the inside of my thighs.
His cock was still embedded in me
We remained joined like that for what seemed an eternity.
I knew one thing… the image and feel of his big penis would forever be imprinted on my brain.
We lay close together in my bed, on his bedclothes.
I felt sated, fulfilled.
I felt thoroughly fucked, more than ever before in all my marriage with Stanley.
As we lay in each other’s arms, I told him we still had the afternoon and evening together, if he wanted to stay.
I looked up at him, he grinned, “Ok I’ll stay,” I have other things to do.
“To me?” I asked, smiling at him.
“Yes, if you want me to.”
I asked him “What else could you possibly want to do to me?”
He just kissed me on the forehead, smiled, and said, “You’ll know soon enough.”
I felt hot, I felt sexual in a way I’d never known with my Husband.
His lips lightly brushed against mine, his tongue started probing me”
This caused me to let a moan escape from deep inside me, and I tried to try to push my body closer to his.
He continued to travel down my body, going right to my pleasure point, my womanhood.
My clitoris became enlarged, as he licked my hood, and my pussy opened up to his ravishing tongue.
He proceeded to give my clitoris a tonguing, making it hard.
I was beginning to moan, and sighed, “Rape me, fuck me again.”
“Do what you want, use me, anyway you want,” I pleaded.
He moved up my body, kissing all the way.
Horace was still hard in spite of the intense orgasm we had just both experienced.
He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy to get it wet with our combined cum juices, and slowly started easing the head of his cock into my previously stretched fuck hole.
He made love to me so gently, gone were the violent thrusts of our last fuck.
His maleness just slid up and down my vagina, caressing my pussy walls.
He kissed my earlobes, and pushed his tongue into my ear, kissed my neck, kissed my lips.
He reached down and took a nipple in between his lip-cushioned teeth.
“Yes, Ohhh God yes,” I moaned.
He sucked them fiercely, pulling my nipple from my breast.
I just held his head to them, not wanting him to release it.
His gentle thrusts continued, as I pushed myself up to him, developing a rhythm, between us.
As Horace took the weight of his body on his hands, I reached up and played with my breasts, pinching my nipples.
Soon I was on the edge again, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
He knew I was cumming, and still gently fucking me, increased the force of his thrusts.
I started to grunt, and I cried out, “Fuck me, don’t stop, use me, fuck me.”
As he thrust harder, I pleaded, “Harder, harder,” as my orgasm engulfed me.
It was the most incredible sensation I’ve ever felt.
I climaxed with such a scream the whole street must have heard me.
My words brought him to the edge of a climax, and as his cock swelled again in my cunt, he couldn’t help but shoot, deep into my pussy once again.
My vaginal muscles were milking every last drop from him.
He finally fell forward so that he was lying on my breasts, still inside me.
We were both out of breath, spent from our activities.
We lay like that for quite a while, before he stirred, and pulled out of me, groaning as he did so.
For the first time in my life I was in bed with a man other than my Husband, and as I lay in bed with him all I could think of was his cock, and how good it felt deep in my cunt.
My pussy had a pleasant hurt, and stretched feeling, and I had never been fucked so intensely before.
I wanted Horace to stay the night, and I wanted to be with him till my Family came home.
I wanted Horace, and at that moment I would have given up everything to be with him.
I asked him if he would like to stay the night, with me.
He said, “Yes if that’s what you want, but let me move the truck away, we don’t want Neighbours seeing it there all night.”
“Go and have a shower,” I said to him, “I’ll follow you after.”
“Don’t you want to shower with me?” he said, smiling.
“No, I couldn’t trust myself, I don’t want to frighten you off,” I laughed.
“You have me for as long as you want me,” he told me, seriously, “Until you’ve had enough of me,” he added.
“This has been the best day of my life, thank you,” I said, putting my arms around him, reaching up and kissing him.
“I loved every minute of it, but do you want it to go on?” I questioned him.
“Yes, yes I do,” he said.
I told him, “This is my first affair, and I never been with anyone other than my Husband.”
“If I am going to be unfaithful to my Husband, I want only you,” I pleaded.
I did, I only wanted Horace now, and I would have given up my marriage just to be with Him.
“I am so hot for you, and I’ve never felt like this with any man before,” I told him.
Horace went for his shower while I tided the bed sheets.
I notice our love stains on them, which brought me straight back to thinking of Horace’s cock, and him loving me with it.
He came out of the shower dressed, and said, “I’ll go now to take the truck home, and I’ll be about an hour, Ok?”
“Yes fine,” I said, “Do you want some dinner? I’ll make some for you.”
“No,” he said, adding, “I’ll get a bite at home.”
“Please,” I said, “Let me cook for you, I’d like to.”
Then I asked him, “Can we have dinner together, please?”
“Ok then, that would be nice.”
“Shall I bring some wine?” he offered.
“Yes, Ok.”
“What would you like,” he said.
“Please, you choose, but we’re having steak, so red will be fine,” I said knowledgably.
“Is steak ok?” It had to be; it was all I had in.
My fantasy had overridden my daily shopping routine.
He left saying “Fine,” and closing the door, drove away in his truck.
I went upstairs.
I undressed in the bathroom, and stepped into the shower, my vagina was sticky, and sperm still seeped out of me.
I soaped my body, and caressed it just as Horace had done.
I was reluctant to wash out of me, the residue of my couplings with him, but I held the showerhead to my nether regions, and let the water douche me clean.
I changed my bra to a black lace front fastening one, with a matching thong.
I dressed in an off the shoulder white Gipsy top.
I checked the skirt, it had cum stains on the inside, but as it didn’t show through I wore it again, regretting that my fantasy had not included a change of clothes for my lover.
I resolve to increase my wardrobe of Horace’s clothes, with more short skirts and tops.
I was cooking the dinner, as Horace came back, and knocking on the door I shouted, “Come in,”
He came in, walked straight up to me, held my waist, and kissing my shoulder said, “Wow, you look gorgeous again, and sexy.”
Lifting me off my feet with his strong hands he said “Forget dinner, I’m taking you straight to bed.”
“Put me down,” I laughed, “You need feeding, and you’ll need all your strength for tonight”.
“What’s happening tonight,” he said, pulling my backside into him.
“We’re staying up all night, well I hope you can stay up all night,” I said, pulling away from him, laughing at him.
“I’ll try,” he said “But you might have to help,” he said pinching my behind.
We sat and ate our meal, drank the wine, and I realised I was ravenous, for food, and for him, still.
I watched as he ate his meal, content just to look at him.
I imagined him as my Husband, sitting at my table, I laughed to myself at the thought.
If he was, he would have to eat out, as every moment he was in the house, I would be ravishing him.
He saw me smiling at the thought, and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” I said, “I’m just happy that’s all, happy to be with you.”
The burning question I wanted to ask was if our lovemaking would continue after he left, when my family returned.
We left the kitchen, and walked into the lounge, sitting down on the sofa, watching TV for a while, holding each other close, and kissing briefly.
I was dying to know if our affair we had started today would continue, and so I plucked up courage and asked him straight out.
“Will you want me after tomorrow” I blurted out, looking at him intensely.
He looked up at me, and he could see the seriousness in my face.
“Of course I will, but will you want me,” he replied.
“Forever,” I told him.
He put his arm around me and ran one hand through my hair.
He kissed me, passionately, devouring my mouth.
I rubbed my hand over his cock, and his hand reached over my shoulder and slipped inside my blouse.
He held my breast, caressing the nipple.
My nipple was as hard as his throbbing cock.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, releasing his cock.
I took into my hand and stroked it.
He caressed my leg with his other hand, gradually moving higher and higher, until his fingers found my pussy.
I stroked his cock harder, as he inserted his finger deep inside me, and I moaned as another of his fingers caressed my clit.
I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, again.”
He kissed me once more, running his tongue into my mouth, searching for my tongue.
I let go of his cock, pulled myself from him, and his caress, and stood up.
I took a cushion off the sofa, and placing it on the floor, I got onto my knees.
Moving between his legs I took his cock in my hand again, held it and rubbed.
I told him it was a beautiful cock, and it was the largest cock I had ever seen, he smiled as I told him so.
I started stroking it, slowly, and then I bent my head, and began to lick lightly at the head, and all way down the shaft,
I looked up at him and caught his eyes, as I started licking the head again.
I heard him moan, as I played with his balls, rubbing, squeezing, and caressing them.
When I finally took his cock into my mouth he jumped, thrusting his maleness into my mouth involuntary.
“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry” “But you’re so good with your mouth”, so good”
I looked up and smiled at him, still keeping his cock in my mouth.
I saw him smile back at me.
He smiled because he knew he had not put me off sucking him, when he thrust in me.
I took more of him into my mouth, as he looked down and watched me pleasure him.
All men like to watch as their cocks are sucked and manipulated, or so I’ve been told.
I sucked him with lip-covered teeth, biting his maleness, at the same time.
He groaned, and I sucked.
I sucked him willingly, wanting him to cum, cum in my mouth.
I had never tasted sperm before, not even my Husbands, but I wanted to taste Horace’s.
I wondered what it would be like, to taste him, to swallow his cum, but I was a bit apprehensive about doing it.
He had given me so much pleasure in the two times we had fucked, that I thought it would be to my advantage to have him cum in my throat, as he would pleasure me more then.
My jaw was beginning to ache, and his cock began to swell.
I could sense he was on the brink.
He held my head, trying to pull me off before he came but I clung on, sucking him harder, so that he couldn’t manage to pull me away.
He moaned and slumped back into the sofa, resigned to the fact that he was going to cum and I was going to swallow it.
I still didn’t know if I could let him come in my mouth, but I was determined to make him cum, even if I pulled away and let him spurt all over my face.
I wanted to swallow his discharge, I was desperate to please, and pleasure him.
The part of his cock I couldn’t get into my mouth without choking, I held with my hand.
I rubbed his cock upwards as I lifted my head up, and downwards.
He started to spurt, and I swallowed, and swallowed.
I did not believe a man could come so much.
Cum was overflowing from my mouth, I could feel it running down my chin.
He stooped spurting, and I lifted my head away, swallowing his last drops.
I smiled at him, as I wiped with my finger his cum on my chin, and moved it to my mouth sucking my finger clean.
I then went back down to his cock, licking him clean, feeling his cock still pulse as I licked him, and cleaned him.
He lifted me off the floor, placing me exactly where he had sat, and knelt down on the cushion just as I had done.
He gently spread my legs, took off my thong and positioning himself, proceeded to lick me.
For the second time I felt his tongue inside me, inside my pussy
As he licked and nibbled my clitoris, I could feel the beginning of an orgasm.
I was being licked and sucked by the man of my fantasy, and his technique was bringing me to the edge.
He inserted two fingers into my pussy, at the same time he put his little finger into my other hole, he was cunt and ass fucking me with them, at the same time.
When my orgasm hit me, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
It seemed to go on forever.
As I came back to reality, Horace sucked my juices, saying between laps, “I like to taste Women’s cum.”
I was lost to my senses, my mind was reeling, and I wanted more, much more.
“I want more,” I wailed, “I want you, love me again,” I said, reaching up to kiss him.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
He sat down on the sofa, and I noticed his cock was still erect, so I got on my knees, just above it, and slowly lowered myself down onto him.
I was about to fuck again, a man I had only a few days ago kissed for the first time.
I started to lift myself up and down on him, and he started to match my thrusts, and we were fucking each other in rhythmic unison.
I kept myself impaled on his cock, as his cock responded from the sucking action of my pussy.
I buried him deep inside me, and I leaned back and started a rocking motion on him.
He moaned, as I continued to take the initiative, using his body for my pleasure.
I moaned with the unbearable pleasure of our lovemaking.
He slapped my backside, and I moaned with delight, “Hurt me” I implored.
“Please hurt me,” I begged, “Slap me.”
He slapped me once, and then moved his hands up to my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples.
He began to drive his maleness into me, with harder and more forceful thrusts.
This was the kind of hurt I really wanted, and my breathing became gasps as he made love to me.
I felt like my legs were going to give way, even though I was straddling him.
I wanted all of his cum I had washed away to be replaced in my pussy, and so I moaned, at him “Fuck me, cum in me again.”
He heard my plea, and this made him drive into me harder, and harder.
His desire had overcome him, now there was no longer any thought about my pleasure, only his release.
He was ready to release his seed into me, and I was ready to receive
I put my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts into his face, as he moved in and out of me at a fast pace.
I reached down and kissed him wantonly, and when he felt himself about to cum, he placed his hands on my head pulling my lips hard to his.
I started to shake with pleasure as another orgasm flooded my senses, and with a last powerful thrust, he released wads of cum into me, never breaking our kiss.
Tears formed in my eyes, but he knew that these were tears of joy, and seeing that he kissed me deeply.
During my orgasm, I was sure that my screams could be heard throughout the house.
I began laughing, kissing him, and laughing some more, and it seemed to be my body’s way of telling me I was sated, full, and perfectly happy.
Perfectly happy with my Lover Especially my Lovers body and maleness
He finally pulled out of me, and I groaned at the loss, collapsing onto his strong body, as he kissed me again.
We sat cuddled up to each other, naked and satisfied, he held me in his strong arms.
All evening we sat and held each other, I listened to his stories of his time in the Army, his exploits and places he had been to.
I told him that the past three weeks had been heaven for me as I developed my fantasy about him.
Later on that evening, after chatting for a while, I suggested that we go to bed.
I went up first, leaving him downstairs sorting his holdall out, and when he came into the bedroom he just stood at the doorway looking at me.
I was standing in the middle of the room, stripped naked, except for my skirt and shoes.
Horace stripped naked, and I could clearly see his hard, throbbing cock from where I was standing.
I could say it turned me on, but I had been turned on since he walked through the door to have his shower.
I begged him to use me just like he would a cheap whore.
He grabbed me by the waist, and led me to the bed, and I sat down on the edge of my bed still staring at his big, beautiful cock.
I looked up at him, saw the smile on his face, and gazed back down at his throbbing member and found myself literally drooling the more I kept staring at him.
Laying me down, and climbing on the bed between my legs, I reached up to kiss him, as he hovered over me, we kissed, and then he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck.
He reached down and kissed my breast, kissed all around my nipple, then bit it gently.
“Horace, Ohhh Horace,” I whispered, and he moved lower with his mouth.
He looked into my eyes before he bent down and brushed his tongue against my pussy.
He started licking and nibbling my clit, causing me to squirm with delight, he knew exactly where and how to please me.
He took off my shoes, kissing my feet, and sucking my toes.
I was left with just my short mini skirt, which if I left it on, would be covered in more cum.
He left my pussy, traversing up my body again, and I reached up to kiss him, devouring his mouth and tasting myself on his lips.
I was on fire again… and I wanted him inside me again, thoughts of my Husband ‘Stan’ and the children, far from my mind.
Horace moved back down my body, kissing my nipples, and my belly, he spread my legs wide and sucked my clit again.
I began to respond by grinding my groin into him, and moaning out loud.
In all my married life, I had never felt like this before, insatiable, wanton.
He lapped my pussy lips, licking the juices, and then began licking the outer lips of my pussy.
They were glistening with my juices.
His tongue slid easily all over the fleshy covering and into my inviting hole.
He pushed his tongue in as far as he could reach and flicked at my insides before moving up to my clit.
“Ohhh Horace,” I moaned when he licked my clit,
He applied pressure with the tip of his tongue, and then sucked in my clitoris, right in, into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
I was moaning, “Horace, Horace, Ohhh Horace,” as my body squirmed under his assault on my clit, and as I writhed, I clutched the sheets beneath me.
I then grabbed his head as he sucked me, I couldn’t stay still.
Pulling and pushing his head, I guided it to do just what I wanted him to do to me.
I raised and lowered myself off the bed, stiffening and stretching my legs as my moans and grunts got louder.
Finally I came in a massive orgasm, screaming, “Give me your cock, now, fuck me, fuck me.”
He slithered up my body, kissing my nipples, kissing my lips.
I was impatient, I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to feel him inside me.
I was so wanton, and I didn’t care for his feelings, or even what he wanted, I was on fire, and I wanted cock, his cock.
I broke his kiss, pulling my head away, screaming, “Fuck me, do it, fuck me you Bastard, fuck me.”
I reached down urgently, and grabbing his cock with one hand, I tugged on the hard length, guiding him exactly where I needed to feel him, guiding it into my wet and waiting vagina.
He pushed into me, and I moaned, feeling his length completely fill me again.
“Does that feel good,” he asked, “Fantastic,” I replied, “Fuck me, fuck me.”
Grabbing my thighs and wrapping them around his waist, he thrust into me as hard as he could.
I grabbed his behind, pulling him into me, forcing him to fuck me hard.
“Ohhh Enid,” I heard him say, as he thrust his cock into me, “You gorgeous fuck.”
On hearing this, I began to orgasm, knowing that my Lover was so turned on by our fucking.
He began pushing faster inside of me, his orgasm now on the brink.
I thrust my body upwards, forcing him to fuck me hard.
I lost count of the orgasms that I was having, all I knew that if ever I had a multiple orgasm it would be now, soon, before our fuck was over.
I was having so many orgasms, that Horace’s cock responded from the sucking action of my pussy.
His thrusts now were hard and fast and deep.
I thought he was about to cum, and would be giving me another load of sperm.
His grunts, and pounding into me got harder as he got closer to orgasm.
He reached so deep into me it seemed his would be lost in my vagina forever.
Our bodies were welded together, touching at every point.
I was right this was the fuck that would bring me my first multiple orgasms; I could feel it continuing from my other orgasms.
Knowing my pleadings were bringing him his climax, I screamed, “Cum, Ohhh please, cumin me again, cum in me.”
He responded
The first hard stream of cum shot into me, and I laughed at the relief of having my pussy filled with cum again.
He shot another load into me, so much it overflowed from my pussy, and I could feel it seeping to my back passage.
Where was he finding all this cum? I thought to myself, how many times he could fill me with sperm.
I bucked a few times as we both thrashed about, our flesh slapping together.
He thrust deep inside me again and flooded me once again.
I momentarily passed out from the pleasure I was enjoying.
My arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him as he fought to complete the last thrusts that left my pussy filled with his hot cum.
When I didn’t think I could take anymore, I felt him grab my hips, and a moan escape his lips.
He continued to push hard and deep, and I could feel his warm cum deep inside me.
We were both bathed in perspiration, as he kissed me on my mouth, his sweat mixing with mine.
He waited a while and then pulled out of me, with a groan.
My female juices, mixed with his, coated the bed sheet, and his cock.
Having Horace make my pussy sore, from his pounding, was just reward for the fucking he had just given me.
Where Stan, my Husband, would now have turned over now to go to sleep, Horace still hovered above me, kissing and caressing me.
We were bathed in sweat, when Horace rolled off me, and lay by my side, still holding me.
I snuggled up to him, turning over so my back faced him.
He slid his right arm under my neck, and held my left breast
His other hand caressed and held my leg, as I drifted off to sleep, feeling his breath on my neck.
I was content, satisfied, and now in love with my Lover.
My pussy was gapping open and cum oozed out of it.
Soon, in his arms I drifted off to a contented sleep
I woke in the early morning, disoriented, my eyes opening slowly trying to remember.
I looked around and remembered where I was, and who was with me.
My Lover was in my bed in my house.
My eyes adjusted to the early light and I smiled at him, I was still half asleep.
I leaned my head back against the pillow and my hands began roaming and I reached down towards his cock and felt that he had an erection.
I started rubbing and squeezing it, and at the same time, I felt his hand cross my stomach and travel down to my pussy.
He moaned as I began stroking him more fiercely.
I jumped slightly when he inserted two of his fingers into my wet pussy.
I was hot for him again.
He continued to finger me, and I continued to stroke his cock.
I leaned over, and whispered, “I love you, and I want to make Love again,” I said.
Here, in my own bed, was a ready made hard cock that could bring me the relief I needed.
I was scared.
This was the last few hours before my family came home, and I wanted Horace now, wanted to be with him forever.
I didn’t want our time together to end, I didn’t want this to be the only time I enjoyed Horace.
I leaned over to kiss him, and after kissing him passionately I said, “Fuck me.”
He laughed, and said, “You’re insatiable, haven’t you had enough yet?”
I hit him on his chest, “No,” I screamed, “I want you again.”
“You have to go soon, and I might not see you again, or make love with you again.”
“You might not want me again,” I wailed, tears forming in my eyes.
“Of course I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he said.
“How do you mean?” I asked, “You only saw me for the first time four weeks ago.”
He replied, “I used to see you taking the kids to school, and when I first saw you I thought to myself that you were a MILF, and every time I saw you, when I was on leave,” he said.
“MILF?” I questioned, puzzled.
“Mother I’d like to Fuck”,” he replied.
I playfully hit his chest again, and said, “Well now I am a Mother you have fucked, and you’d better keep on fucking her.”
I kissed him, amazed that he had been watching me, without me knowing he was.
This turned me on more, knowing that he had been attracted to me.
My mind raced, what was I wearing when he did see me, did he like me then
I climbed on my knees and straddled Horace’s hips, as I slowly lowered myself down on his cock.
I felt my pussy forced open as the large head nuzzled its way between my pussy lips.
I thrilled with the size of his cock while it stretched my vagina and disappeared into my throbbing sex.
I lowered and raised myself until the last bit slipped into my wet and wanton pussy.
Until yesterday I had never ridden such a massive cock and I wriggled constantly to adjust as it filled my womb.
His hips forced my legs farther apart and I loved the feeling.
I raised myself up his maleness, and then thrust myself hard down and drove his cock deep into my split slit.
Another of my lifts upward, and thrusts downward, and we were fucking again.
Our bodies became coated in glistening drops of perspiration, just as it did last night.
Horace pulled me down and took my nipple into his mouth, and with lip cushioned teeth, he softly bit it.
Horace just lay there, mindful that my pussy was sore from last nights fuck, letting me control the pace.
With me controlling the thrusts of his cock into me, I had time to enjoy the fucking.
I felt the massive head open my passage on each incoming thrust.
Then I felt the massive head swell even more and knew Horace was going to pour his load into my pussy.
This brought me to the edge of an orgasm, and I moaned, “I’m cumming, I’m going to cum.”
“Cum, cum with me,” I pleaded, “Cum.”
My orgasm washed though me, engulfing my mind and pussy.
Feeling Horace’s cock spew his sperm in my pussy, I bent over and clamped my mouth to his.
I collapsed against Horace’s chest, as his maleness softened inside me.
I rolled off him to land by his side on the bed.
We lay for a while, just holding on to each other, kissing, and caressing.
During my fantasies about him, I had only envisioned us making love the normal way, the missionary position.
As I looked at him, I imagined him taking me doggie fashion, me on my knees, pushing back onto his maleness.
He saw me smiling, and asked me “What are you smiling about?”
I shook my head, “Nothing,” I said.
“Yes you are, you’re thinking about something,” he said.
“Is it something nice?”
I giggled, “Hmm, yes I am, yes it is.”
“What?” he enquired.
I laughed, holding him tight, “Doing it again,” I said, “Differently.”
“God, what have I started, you’re sex mad, and you’re like a Bitch in heat.”
I kissed him, “I know, that’s how I want to do it, like a Bitch.”
“Take me like a dog does a Bitch, I want it doggie fashion,” I requested.
“Fuck me from behind, like a dog.”
I was breathing heavy, worked up, fantasising about my Lover doing it that way.
“Not yet,” he said, adding, “I can’t, besides you’re sore now.”
“Fuck my soreness, I can get over that when you’ve gone,” I pleaded.
He looked at me, kissed me, and said, “Let’s eat first, then I’ll do it”
“Promise,” I said, “Promise me you will.”
It was what I wanted, all thoughts of anything else, forgotten.
Kissing my forehead, he said, “I promise, but let’s eat first.”
Once again I cooked a meal for him, dressed in his clothes, taking care to cook his meal properly.
Again I watched him eat, as a loving Wife would do, watching him chew and swallow, and smiling at him, every time he looked at me, wishing it could be for real, and that I could watch him eat every meal.
We drank wine, talked, I answered the phone when Stan rang to say they were setting off, and would be home in four hours.
Four hours, long enough to be pleasured by Horace, for me to pleasure him, and return the house and myself to normality.
I looked at Horace, kissing his face and his lips, as we sat together on the sofa.
Taking his hand, and pulling at him to stand up, I looked at him and said wantonly.
I think it’s time we went to the bedroom” “Don’t you” I said.
“You owe me”
Horace smiled, and nodded his head.
I led him by his hand to the bedroom where I stripped off slowly in front of him.
First I removed the tight black skirt I was wearing and let it drop to the floor.
Next I unhooked my lacy black bra and my breasts fell out, my nipples stood at attention.
I got on to the bed onto all fours, facing away from him, and bent over like an animal does when offering herself to the male.
Horace removed his clothes, his fully erect cock stood proud in front of me as he climbed behind me on the bed.
I was apprehensive about having sex as my pussy was a bit sore from our previous couplings, but I had started to get wet from seeing the size of Horace’s cock and what we were going to do
Then I removed my thong, and said that I was ready.
He shuffled up behind me, and rubbing his cock through my pussy lips placed it at the entrance to my pleasure hole.
I moaned in pleasure as my juices began to flow from me, I was so hot and wet inside.
He guided his cock gently into me, and I thrust back hesitantly, feeling his cock rub against my soreness.
Horace pulled his cock back to the entrance of my pussy, and then still gentle, thrust back into me, as I pushed back to meet his thrust.
He squeezed my breasts, making me moan in ecstasy, as he whispered in my ear, “Is it nice,” is this what you want?”
I could only mumble incoherently.
He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me back into him, and pressed his groin into me.
I felt his hard penis push into my soreness.
I moaned loudly as Horace pulled his cock all the way out and then thrust back in, deeply into me.
I raised my hips and his cock was buried into me up to his balls.
My wet pussy made slurping noises as he buried into me again and again.
While I reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive bud, he leaned forward and squeezed my breasts.
It wasn’t long before I had my first shuddering orgasm.
Clenching my pussy around his hard cock, I writhed and thrashed about.
I couldn’t believe that I had waited so long to experience this kind of pleasure.
I raised my ass up in the air, and he started moving fast and I had to put both my hands on the bed head to avoid being pushed over.
I took all of him in, as he fucked me, moving in and out with frantic thrusts.
I strained and moaned as the head of Horace’s cock pressed against my cervix, as it expanded the inner walls of my sensitive cunt.
There wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t ache under the stress of each of Horace’s powerful thrusts.
I bit on my bottom lip as my head pressed into the pillow, and banged against the headboard.
I had never been taken so forcefully before, I loved it
I loved the feel of him inside me, the soreness forgotten, my heart beat erratically, and my head spun.
Over and over, my head slammed the headboard against the wall.
There were no signs that Horace was about to let up. I felt that I was being fucked into eternity.
His thrusts grew harder, he grunted each time he drove into me
I gave in to the passion of our coupling completely, and I squealed with each thrust of Horace’s cock, I felt that I could not get enough.
My orgasms seemed to flow in a chain reactions to my heighten senses.
Seeing me writhe in so much pleasure was turning Horace on immensely, I could feel him tense and I knew he was going to cum.
His own orgasm was on the brink, and with one final thrust he climaxed.
His cock exploded deep inside me, and my pussy convulsed around him.
He grabbed me by the hips, pulling me onto his throbbing cock.
As his cock throbbed inside me, and spurted cum into my womb, my pussy contracted around it, squeezing Horace’s cock hard.
My mind went completely blank, and my body seemed to loose all control, as I fell unconscious on the bed.
I woke and realised that he had rolled over to his side, and so I placed one arm around his chest and laid my head on his shoulder.
He looked down at me and kissed me lovingly on the lips.
Two hours before my family was due to return, we got up out of bed, Horace had a quick shower.
At the front door, just before he left I knelt down undid his trousers, took out his cock, and sucked him to a climax again.
I hurried around, changing the sheets on the bed, and changing my clothes.
I washed the plates and glasses we had used, and returned the house to normal.
I walked around the house, still tasting his cum in my mouth, his sperm still leaking from me, my fresh panties soaking it all up.
Double-checking all over the house, I was satisfied that I had removed all the evidence of Horace’s visit.
My family returned home one hour late, two hours since I had pleasured my Lover’s cock.
I was on edge as they walked into the house, wondering if I had missed anything.
I listened to my children’s adventure, and of the account of their weekend.
Stan asked me if I had been all right on my own, and I just said, “I chilled out and did what I had been planning to do for a few weeks.”
As we went upstairs to bed, Stan noticed the stain on the stair carpet, saying, “What’s that stain?”
I told him “I tripped and dropped a drink on it,” adding, “I’ll clean it tomorrow.”
I looked at the stain, remembering how it got there.
Horace and I regularly fucked each other every Wednesday afternoon, after he did the garden.
Stan and I met up with him socially a few times, planned by me of course, and as I couldn’t put my hands on him, or caress him, or be caressed, without arousing suspicion, I always came away frustrated.
It has been nearly nine months since my fantasy was made into reality.
I still want Horace, more so now.
We don’t have sex as much as we used to, due to my condition.
Stan is so thrilled that I am having Horace’s baby, he can’t wait for the birth.
Of course he thinks the baby is his, but I know for definite it is Horace’s, and that it’s a Boy.
Presenting Horace with his baby will make my love of him complete.
The kids are thrilled that Horace has made me pregnant, and look forward to the birth.