Give Then You Shall Receive

8 am. Morning.

Morning came so quickly, almost to quickly, a small ray of sunshine starting to break through the small gap in the closed curtains, she lay down on her back and listened to the hustle and bustle of the busy neighbourhood starting to venture into their day, the sounds of cars driving past as people left for work, the sounds of the neighbourhood dogs barking, the noisy whine of the garbage truck doing it’s rounds, as it lifted the bins up into the compactor.

It was a fine Thursday morning, Annabelle slowly opened her sleepy eyes, looking up at the ceiling, and lifted her hand to her face pushing her hair back. “Fuck!” she said turning her head seeing the naked body of her nephew that lay beside her, with the blanket down across his hips, with his back to her, she didn’t want the night to end, she almost felt disappointed as the sun started to rise, a night of pleasure and joy, she knew had come to an end.

“Fucking wine!” she cursed looking over at her watch on the bedside, she knew that her husband would be at home, probably waking up and wondering where his wife was, not that he really gave a shit, or that she really cared or gave a second thought for that matter, all he would be concerned about was having her, and wanting her for a morning fuck, just to relieve his morning erection.

She looked back at the figure of her Nephew, so innocent as he slept, she felt naughty being naked in bed with him, her thoughts flicking back to the night before, the wonderful sex that they had both experienced together, the first time that she had sex, because she wanted to, not because she had to have sex, a thing her husband seemed to really take for granted.

She hadn’t been made love to like that for a long time, as long as she could remember. Her pussy felt so satisfied, her orgasms were so good and, oh so intense, she still couldn’t believe she fucked her Nephew, twice, she wondered what her sister would say, that she had fucked her son.

She sat up and waited for her eyes to adjust, looking towards the bathroom she twisted as she slipped her legs out of bed, standing she walked naked into the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom, she stood looking at her body in the large mirror, lifting her hands to her hair bunching it and put it into a ponytail, she held it and turned her head from side to side looking at her naked body.

“Annabelle!” she said resting her hands on the vanity top looking at herself. “What the fuck are you doing?” she said to her reflection, as she stood and moved to the side and sat on the toilet, leaning forward leaning her elbows on her knees, she still couldn’t believe she fucked her youngest Nephew, that thought seemed to rotate through her mind as she relaxed her muscles and urinated.

She knew should feel a little bit, or even slightly guilty, she knew she had just had an affair, she knew she had cheated, but for some reason she could not muster even the slightest sense of guilt, or remorse. It was something her husband had being doing to her for years, she had heard of revenge sex, especially against cheating partners, just a fuck to feel better with another person, or should she just put it down to revenge sex out of utter frustration,

Those thoughts echoed through her mind, the justification of last night, getting it straight in her head, as she stood and wiped her pussy and flushed the toilet, she washed her hands and one last look in the mirror at herself she walked back into the bedroom, just in time to see the naked torso of her Nephew roll onto his back, he looked up seeing the naked body of his Aunty approach the bed, he smiled and gazed at her figure.

“Gosh, my sexy Aunty Bella, what a body you have baby, I could just look at you naked all bloody day.”

“Good morning.” she said getting back into bed, as she looked down at the bulge of his rather erect cock under the sheet that was just covering his groin.

“Yes, good morning Bella.” he replied as she slid her feet under the sheet smiling at him as she rested her body against his, she leant over and kissed his chest as she slid her hand to his stomach and rubbed lightly over his skin, he reached over cupping her breast as she lifted her head kissing his chin.

“It was a fun night last night. Wasn’t it?” she said lifting her hand to his cheek, kissing his young lips.

“Oh shit yeh, I got to fuck my Aunty.” he replied grinning at her, as he kissed her lips back sliding his hand to her face pushing her hair behind her ear.

He gazed into her eyes. “You know Bella, you are such a beautiful and sexy woman.” he said smiling as she moved her hand down his chest and stomach, under the sheet, he took a deep breath as he felt her hand slide over the shaft of his cock gripping his morning erection

“So tell me Bradley, What is it with men and a morning erection?” she said slowly moving her fingernails up his shaft to his knob, kissing his lips, as he fondled her breast.

“Oh I don’t know Aunty Bella? I suppose it’s more like ….. when you wake up with a really really beautiful …… no, a really really sexy beautiful woman, that you picked up in a bar the night before, and then got her home, and made love to her twice, then woke up with her the next morning, then again looking into her beautiful eyes.” he commented loving the feel of her fingernails scrape up and down his large cock.

She got up and straddled his closed legs, he smiled as her legs spread open over his thighs, and she lay on him, her breasts against his stomach pressing into his belly button, her hands on his chest, with her fingers interlocked with her arms down his sides and her elbows on the bed, she looked up at him kissing his chest, feeling his hand on her head stroking her hair, the other on her shoulder.

“Well I bet you say that to all the girls!” she said smiling up at him.

“Yes Aunty Bella.” he replied.

“You know Bradley, I really enjoyed last night!” she added.

“Oh yes I did to.” he said looking down at her, their eyes locking, he loved her deep green eyes.

She slid her groin down his legs, as she slowly kissed down to his stomach, and glanced down, her mouth an inch away from his knob, she then looked up at him, her eyes gazing into his as she dropped her head and kissed his leaking knob, he moaned as he felt her soft wet lips on his cock, he then watched as her tongue licked slowly up and down his shaft.

He lay back feeling Bella supporting his cock with her mouth, holding it up as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, with her fingers separating now moving over each nipple squeezing into his skin.

“Oh fuck yes.” he said, Bella listening, loving hearing the moans and groans of delight, from her 24 year old Nephew, enjoying what his 55 year old Aunty could give him sexually, and she loved what he could give her sexually, he knew that she was so unhappy.

He moved his hand down bunching her hair into his hand, as he held her head looking down at her wet mouth over his cock, he moaned feeling her wet pussy push against his legs, her breasts hanging, skimming over his knees.

He wanted to fuck her again, he wanted her luscious pussy, the beautiful mature hole he had fucked last night, her pussy satisfied after fucking her again in the jacuzzi, he still thought about the conversation that he hadn’t had with her about her daughter.

But how did she know? How did she know about them?

Bella moved a hand to his shaft holding it as she kissed over his knob, with the tip of her tongue she pushed down against the top of his cock, her hand slowly stroking him, pushing up his yummy pre-cum from inside him, sucking the sticky cum off the end of his cock.

“Do you want to fuck your Aunty again?” she said looking up at him smiling.

“Only if Aunty Bella wants her Nephew Bradley to fuck her again, but; Oh yes please.” he said watching her circle his knob with her tongue, holding his shaft.

She sat up over his ankles, she looked down at him admiring her body, his eyes taking in her medium sized b cup breasts, she was enjoying him seeing her naked, enjoying her body, at last someone who appreciated her body, her husband didn’t seem to enjoy her like he did.

She moved up his legs straddling his groin, she reached between her legs for his hard cock.

“Well, We enjoyed drunken sex last night, lets see what hangover sex feels like shall we?” she said smiling as he felt his cock being pushed into her wet hole, her eyes and face of full of pleasure as she felt his erection inside her again.

“Oh fuck Bella Yes.” he said giving her a appreciative grin, a loving grin, a grin that she knew that this wasn’t going to end, the beautiful pure sex they were having, he loved making her feel good, he loved making her feel like she was loved. She knew that this was going to be an on-going thing with him.

She leant forward, as she pressed her hands against his chest, moving ever so slowly up and down his erection, getting the most out of his cock, while she could. His hands up groping her breasts, feeling his Aunty’s bosom.

Breasts that were similar to his mother, Bradley remembered the day he saw his mother naked in the bedroom when he was outside, a small crack in the curtain allowing him to see her, and watch her, she had just showered, he stood and watched as she walked into the bedroom, gazing on her naked body, her beautiful motherly breasts, the small groomed strip of pubic hair over her pussy, as he stroked his cock in his track pants.

He had just got back from his run that morning, keeping fit for his rep football team, he watched her, as she moisturised her body, seeing her from behind, her cute arse, seeing her bend over, her beautiful vulva between her legs.

He did feel guilty, eventually he cum in his pants, after seeing his mother naked, he wasn’t sure for days after if she knew, he felt horny as a 19 year old seeing her, as he watched her get dressed for the day.

Brad shook off the thought, he looked and smiled at Annabelle, their lovemaking becoming more and more sensual, feeling his hard erection in her.

She rode him, loving again feeling his cock in her, she closed her eyes and moaned looking up at the ceiling her neck fully stretched backwards. “Oh fuck yes!” she moaned riding him, her fingers digging down into his chest, his hands gripping and squeezing her beautiful breasts.

She hadn’t had sex three times so close to each other, for such a long time, her pussy was not used to the constant fucking as the bed starting to squeak, and rattle, the iron bedhead banging up against the wall.

“Fuck Bella, Fuck!” he said thrusting upwards into her pussy.

“Fuck me, fuck me.” she demanded still looking upwards at the ceiling feeling the wonderful hard length and girth of her Nephew inside her wet hole.

Bradley squeezing her breasts, and pushing them up, clenching them as he rammed his hard cock in her as hard as he could, feeling like an animal, taming her, making her his.

“Fuuuuccckk yeess Braaddddd. Fuck. FUCK.” she loudly yelled her body shaking, her vagina clenching on his cock inside her, as he thrust harder into her more getting his cum out as soon as possible, one …. two …. three ….. his fourth belting thrust into his Aunty’s pussy he exploded.

“FUCK!” he yelled falling back onto the bed, his cock shooting cum up into his Aunty again.

“Oh yes BRAD!” she yelled looking down at him, their breathing hard, their bodies puffing as she collapsed onto him, she lay her arms at his side, her head sideways on his chest, listening to his ever fast racing heartbeat, his chest rising and falling as her head lay on him.

“Fuck.” he said putting his arms on her side kissing her head, smelling her soft hair, his cock slipping out of her.

“Thank you.” she said.

“For what?” he asked.

“Caring!” she said.

“Aunty Bella why?” he said as she put her head up, and she looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears, he wiped them away, as she put her forehead on his chest. Then looked up again.

She sighed and looked at him, staring into his eyes, “You know Brad, That there is a saying, ‘looking for love in all the wrong places.’ last night when I went to the bar after an arguement with Charlie, my main aim was to let a complete stranger take me home and fuck me for the night, I didn’t care who it was, I decided I wasn’t going to feel guilty ……. then I saw you, and …. oh …… fuck Bradley, I felt so much better, and ……”

” ……. Sex? Were you thinking about sex with me, when you saw me?”

She sighed and put her head back down. “Yes, yes I was.”

“Oh Aunty Bella, you know I’m really trying to think of reasons why we shouldn’t have, why it should be wrong having sex with you, fuck you are my Aunty, my mothers sister, but ….. fuck Annabelle I can’t.”

Annabelle looked up smiling putting her hand on his cheek, she kissed him. “You know, me either.” she said.

“Oh good.” he replied.

“So tell me, why did you have sex with Tegan?”

“Oh, Tegan.” he said sighing looking up. “How? How did you know?”

“Look she told me.”

“Oh … oh ok, we said we wouldn’t tell anyone.” Bradley said as Annabelle sat up straddling him, he again gazed up, and admired her body, her chest, her breasts, her small nipples, she was thirty one years older than him, but he loved and adored her body.

“So it was Paris?” she asked. “Fucking my daughter aye, your cousin, bit Bradley it’s ok, look Charlie dosn’t know ok, he would kill you if he found out.”

“Oh good, yes he would” he replied. “Annabelle honestly it just happened.”

“Yes.” Annabelle sniggered. “That was Tegan’s exact words. It just happened.”

“Yeh it did, it was a bit of a surreal holiday, like all the stars seemed to align for us.” he said looking up at the ceiling, she lay back down again resting and interlocking her fingers on his chest her arms over his sides resting on them, he pushed her hair back.

“Do tell me, she has told me, but I want to hear it from you.” Annabelle said.

“I’m sure Tegan has told you all about it?” Bradley said smiling at her.

“Yes like I said Bradley, she has, but I want to hear it from you?” she said kissing his lips.

Bradley looked at her. “Ok, look her ex-fiance was on the same flight as her, she asked another flight attendant to swap isles with her, I just happened to be on the side she swapped to, so we chatted, and we discovered we were staying in the same hotel, and she was on holiday for a week in Paris, I was working in Paris for that week, so it just happened, after two nights, a nice dinner, we ended up in my hotel room, she was upset that her ex was on the flight and kept flirting with her, so she spent the night and we had sex.” Bradley said.

“So who came onto who?”

“We were sitting on the couch, and she hugged me and she looked up at me and I kissed her.” Bradley replied.

“Yes it’s what she said.”

“It just happened, before we knew it we were in bed having sex.”

“So do you enjoy fucking my daughter, your cousin?” Annabelle asked.

“Yes!” Bradley said as he sighed smiling at her.

“So as much as fucking your Aunty?”

He looked at her smiling, his eyes meeting hers, she slid up his body more kissing his lips. “Well I enjoyed fucking you both.”

“Ok so there is a difference, so enjoyed as in it was just a once off, and a one night stand, or enjoy and you are both are still fucking? I know which one it is to.” Annabelle said.

“Yes, ok I enjoy sex with her, we go on-line and chat nude, and play watching each other play, she sends me raunchy photos, yes look we are cousins, and we get each other off sexually.” Bradley said smiling.

“Oh Bradley.” Annabelle said “You know that it kind of turns me on knowing my daughter is involved with you.”

Brad looked at her and grinned. “Oh really?” he asked.

“Fuck yes.” she replied looking over at her watch.

“Bella, tell me something, you said that last night you would have let any guy take you home?” Bradley said.

“Yes, I’m just so fucking sexually starved, I want to have sex because I want to, not because I have to.”

“So let me get this right?” Bradley said as Annabelle rolled off him onto her back, Bradley rolled to her side kissing her shoulder. “So Uncle Charlie makes you have sex.”

She looked away and sighed. “Yes, when he wants a blowjob, he wants it now, sex with him is when he isn’t drunk, that’s if he can even get his fucking small dick up, for him it’s only him wanting to relieve himself inside me, I feel like his fucking sex toy, not his bloody wife.”

“You must miss meaningful sex?”

“Oh I do, you know what I fantasise about Bradley?” she asked looking at him.

“Oh no, but please do tell?” he said running his finger over her breast, leaning in kissing her nipple.

“Two guys ravishing me, making love to me, I have always thought about a threesome.”

“Really?” Bradley replied lifting his body, leaning on his elbow, gazing over her naked body.

“Yep, either with another woman, or another man.”

“Oh Annabelle.” Bradley said smiling at her.

She sat up and sighed, Bradley sat up next to her, leaning in kissing her, a tear in her eye.

“Bradley, I feel I am a different person, not a woman who wants to be married, I’m 55 now, I want to enjoy what I want, not stuck with a man who treats me like an on call whore, I want to just break out, I want to maybe ……. be a cam girl……I’ve always thought about it, guys and girls watching me on-line.”

“Aunty really?”

“Yes Bradley, I don’t want to fuck Charlie anymore, I need to escape and live my own life, I don’t feel loved, I don’t feel appreciated, I’m just my husband’s fucking whore.”

“Oh baby.” he said kissing her shoulder.

“Look I should really go. I need to do some important things today.”

“Yes, look me to, I’ve got some meetings, as well.” Bradley said.

Annabelle and Bradley showered and dressed, they kissed as they went their separate ways.

10.38 am.

Annabelle walked in her front door, Charlie sat at the table drinking a large cup of coffee, she looked at him and placed her keys on the key rack and put her handbag down, her pussy tingling at the three times she had sex in the last twelve hours.

“So where the fuck have you been Annabelle?” Charlie said.

“I’ve being out.” she said picking a glass out of the top cupboard.

“Out where, you didn’t come home last night?” he said.

She turned and looked at him, sipping her water, as he burped. “I stayed out. Why?”

“Where? I rang your girlfriends, you wern’t with any of them. You lied to me Annabelle, who the fuck is he?”

“Who is who?” Annabelle questioned.

“The fucking guy your seeing, who is he?” Charlie replied.

“You jerk, ok, I will tell you, his name is Bradley, my Nephew, he is in town for a few days, I ran into him at Macy’s bar, and we chatted, I went to the house that he’s staying at, we had a few drinks, I was over the driving limit to drive, I stayed there and I came home this morning!”

“Oh ok Bradley is in town?” Charlie said.

“Yes, he is. It was nice catching up with him. So you sobered up?” she said.

He stood up and looked at her, he stepped over to her and put his hand on her hip. “Lets go to bed and have sex before I leave for work.”

She knew she would probably have Bradleys semen in her underwear, all he knew was she stayed with him, he didn’t have to know that she fucked him, three times.

“No, I’m not really in the mood!” she said.

“Come on Annabelle, I’m your husband.” he said leaning in to kiss her, she put her hands on his chest pushing him back.

“No Charlie.”

“Come in the bedroom Anny.” he said sliding his hand up her jersey onto her breast groping it, leaning in against her hand. “Fuck me baby now.” he said.

“No Charlie, I don’t fucking want to.” she said as he tore at her bra ripping the lace.

“Anna, I’m your fucking husband.” he said groping her naked breast up her jersey, putting his other hand on her arse pushing himself into his resisting wife, leaning in kissing her neck.

“Look go to work, I’m honestly really not in the mood for fucking sex, ok, I’m not your on call fucking whore.”

“Fuck you bitch.” he said letting go stepping back.

“So why don’t you go and see who ever you fuck, before you go to work” Annabelle said stepping past him.

“Fuck you bitch!” Charlie snapped again.

“So who is she Charlie?” she asked, she felt like a hypocrite, asking Charlie who he was fucking, who he was having an affair with, when she had just had sex twice last night, and once this morning, feeling her Nephews semen wet in her underwear.

“Like I said last night, you have never fucking asked, and never even being fucking bothered about.” Charlie said

“Yeh well I fucking am now!” she said.

“I’m not putting up with this fucking bullshit with you bitch, I’m off to fucking work.” he said picking up his keys and walking out the door.

Annabelle sat on the couch for the minute thinking, wondering who he was seeing, she knew he was cheating on her, she knew he left for work at least a couple of hours before he was due at work, his job a ten minute drive away, she heard the car drive off down the road, she sat back and opened her legs.

She pushed open her jeans sliding a hand down inside them, she slid her fingers inside her underwear, feeling her wet pussy, the cum that was still leaking from her pussy, her Nephews cum.

“Oh fuck.” she let out a long groan as her fingers slowly massaged her clitoris, her wet sloppy, well fucked, cum filled pussy, the bottoms of her fingers feeling her wet sticky folds, the top of her fingers grazing against the wet gusset of her panties feeling his cum stuck to them.

“Oh Bradley, oh baby, Fuck I need your cock.” she said looking up at the high ceiling, sliding her fingers between her wet labia’s, sliding down easily into her sloppy cunt, pushing them inside her vagina, letting out a gasp as she held her breath, her legs wide open as her fingers pushed deep inside her.

“Oh yes!” she said, her fingers twisting and pushing in her vagina, she pushed her other hand down to her clitoris, as she pushed her jeans off with her feet with her fingers still buried deep inside her, it turned her on feeling her wet cum filled panties against her hand.

Annabelle pushed her hand off her clit up under her jersey onto her ripped bra and squeezed her breast feeling her erect nipple, feeling the breasts that her nephew loved sucking on.

“Oh fuck.” she said again loving pleasuring herself, she felt the slight tingle in her body, her body feeling different, like a small tremor building up into a large earthquake, her body shook, she lifted her legs squeezing her thighs against her hand, her other hand squeezing her breast, she leant forward her knees meeting her chest.

“FUCK .. OH FUCK .. OOOHHHHH ..FUCK.” she yelled.

“Oh Shit.” she said, as a large orgasm raced through her body, like a rolling earthquake, she sat panting in a sitting fetal position, her head in her open knees looking down at her hand between her groin, she rolled to her side, still curled up in the fetal position, her breathing deep and heavy.

“Fuck.” she said softly as a tear came to her eye, more a realisation, that she had being missing out on so much sexually, she opened her eyes and slowly unravelled her body, she sat up pulling her fingers from her pussy, she lifted her wet fingers up, then pushed then between her lips, her mouth sucking off her pussy juices, the remnants of Bradley’s cum, she wondered how much he had pumped into her over the last twelve hours.

She pushed her underwear down and slid them to her feet, she took them off opening them and looking at the stained mess inside them, she looked at the white and clear cum stains in her satin black briefs.

“Shit I’d better not let my husband see these!” she said as she stood, she took off her jersey lifting it over her head looking down at her breast hanging over her ripped bra, she undid her bra and pulled it off, happy to now be naked, in her lounge.

Charlie didn’t like her walking around naked in the house, just in case she was seen by their neighbours, although it would not have bothered her at all, but according to him, he told he that her naked body was for his eyes only, he even made sure she had a female doctor, even then there was a slight hint of jealousy.

She went into the kitchen and she pushed the switch on the jug, her eyes catching herself in the mirror in the kitchen, catching a glimpse of her naked body, she felt a certain; voyuer element to it, she was only really ever naked in the shower, or the bedroom, or the aquatic center female changing rooms, even then her extremely insecure husband took exception to even other females seeing her naked and undressing and dressing, she felt so good after her orgasm, and now being clothing free in the house, Charlie was probably out with his dick in some slut.

She didn’t feel slightly guilty, there was no overwhelming remorse for the events of the night before, or this morning, for her it felt therapeutic even.

She looked outside and saw the beautiful fine day, a day she knew that she should be out of the house. She felt guilty that she abruptly left Bradley an hour or so ago.

She placed a teabag in a cup as she reached for the kettle pouring the hot water into the cup, she reached into the drawer and pulled out a teaspoon, she stirred the teabag and pulled it out, she stood naked in the kitchen, her thoughts like a whirlwind racing through her brain, the mixed emotions, she felt like she was going to explode, like the intense orgasm she had not so long ago, her fingers sliding down to her wet pussy, her pussy, had not felt so alive, so pleasured for years.

She closed her eyes as she rubbed her clit again, lifting her cup of tea to her mouth, she opened her eyes and looked out the kitchen window, the net curtain would be obscuring her breasts from any people walking past her kitchen window that was visible from the street, she felt the intense urge to flash her breasts.

“Fuck.” she said pouring the cup of tea in the sink, she exited the kitchen walking upstairs to her bedroom, she opened her underwear drawer pulling out a lacy red g-string putting it on, she pulled out a lacy red bra sliding it up her arms, clipping it at the back adjusting the straps and her breasts, turning looking in the mirror, seeing her lacy matching red set.

“Your not the only man to see me nude Charlie.” she snapped, the feeling of a different woman growing in her mind, not the repressed woman she knew she was, she was sick of being dominated, sick of being told by her husband who she was, or wasn’t, Annabelle opened her wardrobe picking out a short sleeved black dress with a red flower print, she looked in the mirror as she slipped it down her body, reaching behind her back doing up the zip.

She looked at her cleavage, the V neck front exposing the side of her breasts, even though she was only a B cup, the red bra pushed them together nicely, she turned to her side running her hands over her arse, the short skirt of the dress just hung over her hips, her upper thighs just covered, the middle of her thigh to her ankle exposed, she sat on the bed putting on red high heels.

“You fucking little slut.” she said to herself in the mirror, she felt her pussy wet, she stood doing her hair while looking at her figure in the mirror, she put her shoulder length blonde hair into a ponytail, she stood puttimg on red lipstick and make-up.

“Time to be who you really are, I will choose who sees me naked.” she said smiling in the mirror.

Annabelle carefully walked downstairs in her heels, she picked up her handbag and keys, she had a real purpose about who she was now, and who she wasn’t, she knew she was no longer a whore at her husbands convenience.

……………………………

12.08 pm Annabelle’s afternoon at the mall.

She made the twenty five minute drive to the mall, parking in a spot away from the main entrance a small alcove that only allowed three cars, she sat back for a minute her head against the seat her eyes closed, listening to the noises, everything seemed to echo in the carpark, the cars driving past, the car doors closing, people talking as they walked past.

She moved her hand to her thigh, she started feeling like a different woman, she slid her hand up her thigh, lifting up her dress as she opened her legs wider, her fingers finding the lace of her underwear.

Even though she did wear short skirts and dresses, her husband was very particular about the underwear she wore, he would not approve of the underwear she wore with this dress, with her wearing a lacy skimpy g-string like she was wearing now, she rubbed her fingers over the lace inhaling as her clitoris reacted to the touch.

“Oh fuck.” she said slouching her arse forward opening her legs, sliding her fingers inside her g-string feeling her wet labia’s. she pushed her fingers down to her vagina opening, teasing her fingers around the entrance, pushing the tips of her fingers in, moaning as she put her hand on her bosom squeezing her tit, she felt her small erect nipple in her fingers as she pushed her hand across onto her bra under her dress,

“Oh Bradley baby, I need your cock.” she said sliding her fingers inside her pussy lifting her legs, feeling so naughty she was in her car in the public carpark, the thrill and secretly wishing she would be seen, she needed a cock, she wanted a cock now.

The thoughts of Bradley fucking her daughter; his cousin entered her head, the thought turned her on, imagining them both fucking each other made her even hornier, she moaned sliding her hand inside her bra squeezing her bare breast, feeling her bare nipple, she pulled her breast out closing her eyes slowly finger fucking her pussy.

The thoughts wondering if she would be caught started to excite her, it seemed to make her pussy even wetter, she felt more erotic, her fingers now deeper inside her pussy.

“0h Bradley.” she moaned again. I need your cock baby.”

She closed her eyes again imagining Bradley fucking her, she loved fucking him this morning, her body tensed, she slid her hand off her breast to her groin rubbing her clit as she finger fucked herself moaning she looked down at her breast admiring it.

She was loving the feel of her pussy, she heard a noise beside her car, as a man appeared at the passenger side unlocking his car door next to her, it was to late he had seen her, she pulled her fingers from her pussy pushing her skirt down then realised her breast was exposed, she waved with a cheeky grin on her face.

He smiled as he got into his car and closed the door, looking over at her as he started his car, seeing her quickly put her breast back in her bra, he backed out leaving Annabelle sitting feeling slightly embarressed, but even more aroused.

She licked her fingers, sucking of her juices, she stepped out of the car straightening her underwear and dress picking out her handbag and locking her car, she walked off towards the mall entrance, hearing the clack of her high heel on the concrete echo through the carpark.

She felt so sexy, so erotic, dressed in a short dress that draped over her arse, most of her long legs on show, her high heels, most of all her wet pussy covered by a thin layer of see through lace.

She entered the busy mall, people shopping, the foodcourt busy with people eating, she felt so alive, she strolled past people that were walking towards her, a man in his mid fifties holding his wifes hand glanced up and down her body as his wife was distracted at a womans clothing shop, she threw him a smile, he smiled back and winked at her, as she passed him, Annabelle looked back seeing him glance back, the temptation to lift her dress and flash the lace g-string appealed to her.

She approached the tattoo parlour, the first stop on her mall expedition, she entered seeing the large abstract pictures on the walls, albums and books full of tattoo designs in a wooden bookcase near the counter.

“Annabelle.” a voice said smiling at her from behind the counter, Grant smiled, she loved his long dreadlocks tied behind his head, his tattoo’s suited him.

“Hi Grant.” Annabelle said walking up to the counter.

“So what can I do for you? It’s a surprise seeing you here.” he said.

Yes, I know, look Grant you can’t tell Charlie ….. but I want three small tattoo’s.”

“Yes ok, is it a surprise for him Annabelle?”

“Yes, it is, you could say that?”

“Ok sure, that isn’t a problem, so do you know what you want?” he asked, Annabelle loved that the parlour was empty, but heard the sound of someone getting a tattoo behind the wall to the side.

“Yes, I do in fact, I’d like a small rose on my shoulder, I’d like a small devil on my left breast with a pitchfork stabbing at my nipple, and a leprechaun on his side on a four leaf clover down above my fanny, with a fishing pole and a line and hook down the side of my labia.” she said smiling at Grant.

“Oh ok, Anna, Um that is very precise.” he said slightly embarressed, looking at his step mother.

“Well then, there are two very personal ones there, I can book you in with Lexi, she is very good.”

“No, look I mean absolutely no disrespect to Lexi but I want you to do it!”

“Me, what your …….. ”

“Step-son yes, I know, but, Oh come on it’s only a breast and a …. ”

“Um ok, if your sure, but dad?” he said.

“It’s our secret ok, I promise, I will say I got it done by a female at another palour ok.”

“Look if your sure?”.

“Look come on you have seen me topless already.” Annabelle whispered.

“Yes, by accident.” he said.

“I want you to.” she replied.

“Um yeh ok, look I have a spot avaliable at 2 pm tomorrow.” Grant replied his eyes for a second distracted by his step-mums cleavage, the thought of tattooing her naked breast and her groin started to excite him.

“Perfect, see you then, oh can I pay a deposit now and pay the rest tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Grant replied smiling at her as she pulled her purse out, she couldn’t wait to her tattoo’s, she paid and smiled at Grant as she walked out.

She stepped back out to the busy concourse, looking down at the lingerie shop, she smiled at the thought of been seen masturbating in the carpark in her car. Annabelle grinning as she continued her shopping walking down to the lingerie shop, she entered loving all the lace and satin, the sexy bras and panties, her husband liked her in skimpy sexy lingerie.

“Good afternoon.” a shop assistant said, a young Asian girl about 18 wearing her long black hair in a headband, she wore tight fitted fashion jeans and green high heels, and a nice pink slip top, Annabelle seeing the detail of the pink lace bra straps over her shoulders, that made her feel horny.

“Hi …… Janet.” Annabelle replied looking at her name tag,

“If you need help, or want to try anything on, please let me know.” she said.

“Oh I will thank you.” Annabelle replied, she knew her size and what fitted and what didn’t fit, she looked at the racks, a couple down the end of the shop caught her attention, a husband obviously very uncomfortable being in a lingerie shop, trying not to make it to obvious that he was loving seeing the different lingerie as his wife shopped.

‘Time to flirt.’ Annabelle thought, as she browsed picking up bras and knickers glancing over at the husband, she slowly and discretely made her way closer to him, seeing the negligee rack, she picked one up as the mans wife disappeared into the changing room.

Annabelle smiled at the man who was now alone, no wife to keep an eye on him, she held it up looking at the purple lacy negligee, a lace V neck plunging bust, ribbon ties closing the open front under the bust, she smiled at him and winked.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” Annabelle said.

The man awkwardly looked around not seeing his wife, the shop assistant was busy, two teenage girls looking at lacy bras near the front of the shop. “Umm … yeh it ….. is.” he said.

“If you were my husband would you like it?” She whispered looking at him and winking.

“Um ….. yes.” the man said again looking towards the changing room, afraid his wife will catch him, the shop assistant came over and adjusted a rack putting the bra sizes in their correct order.

“Excuse me, does this come with matching g-string?” Annabelle asked looking at Janet.

“Yes, on the rack below.” Janet replied.

“Oh so they are, silly me.” Annabelle said winking at the man as his wife came out, he looked away as Annabelle picked up the matching underwear and headed to the counter, discrete looks between her and the man as she paid, while the wife of the man and the assistant were not watching, she paid and walked out of the shop, her pussy feeling absolutely soaking, she felt so horny, she needed a cock.

She decided she needed a coffee, she walked down the stairs to the coffee kiosk in the middle of the forecourt, but first needed to piss, she headed to the hallway that lead down to the toilets, passing the mens toilets, a sudden temptation to enter the mensroom went through her mind, she entered the busy females toilets, finding an empty cubicle, she closed the door and placed her bag on her floor close to the door, her handbag still over her shoulder, lifting her dress and pulling down her g-string to her ankles.

She closed her eyes as she sat back and urinated, wondering who she was becoming, the night before was the final straw for her, Charlie didn’t feel like the husband that she loved anymore.

She finished and wiped her pussy sitting forward, she slipped her g-string off her ankles and put it in her lingerie bag closing it as she stood and flushed, bending her knees picking up the bag, she stood sliding her hand behind her feeling her arse, lifting the back of her dress loving being knicker free, loving the risk of her groin being so close to being seen.

She opened the door and stepped out washing her hands, actually starting to feel free and a liberated woman, now no more boundarys from her husband that he had put on her, that she had let him put on her, she wanted to be her own woman now.

She stepped out into the hallway back to the forecourt, her stride longer as she walked, her head held higher, her back straight, loving the loose dress move with her stride, loving having no underwear on under her short dress.

“Annabelle.” a voice said from behind her, she turned around seeing Bradley, she smiled waving as he got closer.

“Hi. darling.” she said giving him a hug.

“Hi, what a surprise.” he replied.

“Look I was just going to have lunch, do you want to join me?” she asked.

“Yes I’d love to.” he said hugging her again, feeling her body against his, thinking that only a few hours ago that they were naked in bed together after having sex.

“Look there is Morgans down the side of the mall, it’s a bit quieter and a bit more private, I’ve just walked past and it’s not busy.”

“Lets do it.” she said as they headed out of the mall out into the bright sun.

They sat in the closed off garden area of the cafe, a designated area closed off by wooden planters, they were the only ones there, Annabelle remembering that she was wearing no underwear under her short dress, she felt the wooden seat against her thighs and arse, wondering if her wet pussy would leave a wet patch on the seat.

Bradley looked at her, remembering looking into her eyes as he made love to her this morning and the night before, she looked and sighed.

“Look I’ve being thinking about last night, the last twenty four hours ….. ” She started saying.

“Look I know, what we did last night and this morning was ……”

” ……. great!” she said.

“Great? I was thinking you were regretting it!” he said.

She laughed and sighed again loving being so free under her dress. “Look to be honest, last night answered a lot of questions for me, I needed it, I have put up with Charlie’s infidelity for years, I’ve always being a faithful wife till last night, and Bradley I feel so liberated.”