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While still painfully shy, I knew I drew attention from men when in town or at the minimarket I worked in; partly because the fashion at the time was for ‘stretch' jeans that accentuated my legs and arse; plus because my boobs were so small, I rarely wore a bra in the Summer, so would jiggle when I walked and my nipples would protrude too.
To get out of the house of an evening I'd babysit her youngest two on Friday and Saturday nights and would roll my eyes when she'd regularly arrive home with a new lover (or two one Friday!), sometimes hanging around as they'd snog on the couch,
perhaps I was jealous of her activities because Bobby was now making virtually no attempt to have sex with me, no matter how hard I tried to convince him that ‘my bits were better;' even my hand jobs didn't interest him as much as they used to.
I would get upset when I'd go to bed at about 10 and he would stay downstairs pretending he was watching a horror movie on his VCR but I knew it was really porn, because I'd found three videos and some magazines, all featuring women with ‘big boobs' in a rucksack he thought was hidden.
After a few months Trish's niece decided to babysit one week, and I was cajoled into going to the Club on the Friday night for the weekly disco with Trish and her friends.
My husband was a bit nonplussed as I got dressed up in a short tight blue mandarin style dress I'd had since before I got married and put on some make up and lipstick for the first time in months.
When I heard Trish knock on the front door he looked up from his magazine and smiled; "enjoy yourself ... but be careful up there."
I was puzzled by his comment, even though we'd gone to the Club as a couple a few times on Saturday nights with some friends to see showbands when we'd first moved here, and he occasionally still went on a Friday to play pool in the bar and on Sunday lunchtimes too; when there were strippers on, but we never talked about that bit.
The disco was great fun with Trish and her friends, who were WILDCATS!
I had more to drink than I'd expected and as the evening ended, young men started arriving on the dancefloor and two made a beeline for me; without asking one joined me, then the second replaced him for the next song.
After months of neglect and full of cheap lager, the night sizzled to an end. I realised Trish had disappeared from the dancefloor and I was left alone with a good looking, sharply dressed guy with a shoulder length perm and moustache, which were very fashionable.
The last time I'd danced was at my wedding and before that at school discos, as it wasn't Bobby's ‘thing' ... so I was having a ball, especially with a good-looking lad ... who momentarily made me forget that I was married.
When the lights came on I gave him a smile and a wave, making my way back to Trisha and her friends who teased me unmercifully ... but made me giggle.
The following week I was almost giddy with excitement at the prospect of going to the Club Disco again and I wasn't disappointed, as it went almost exactly the same, drinking and dancing ... including dancing with two more gorgeous men, apparently both from the Club football team.
On my return home both nights my husband suspiciously probed my actions, asking if any men had approached me ... unsure how he'd react to the truth ... I lied. All too easily I lied through my teeth.
The next week was somebody's birthday and cocktails were added to the cheap lager and I was on a different level to anywhere I'd ever been physically or mentally so when a fop-haired guy in a Benetton rugby shirt and stone washed jeans approached me to dance at the end, I was all too willing, perhaps too willing.
I'd had my wits about me, I'd have realised that he'd carefully separated me from my friends and was subtly moving me to a dark corner of the dancefloor.
As the DJ announced the last song the lad wrapped one arm around my shoulders and the other my waist so he could caress and squeeze my arse.
My partner was very ‘touchy feely' but in a good way and with so much drink and nervous energy on board I actually loved the attention.
It took me a couple of seconds to come to my senses, but when I did and tried to pull away, he forcefully kissed me; pushing his tongue deep into my mouth as we slowly danced in a sultry rhythm.
"No! No! I'm married!" I spluttered as he pulled me tighter pushing his groin into mine ... and I felt something that shouldn't be there, pressing against me as I tried to struggle away, but he held on tight, especially gripping my tight arse which he was firmly squeezing and moving up and down until I felt his hand under my dress stroking my knickers and tights.
"I know." He grinned salaciously.
With the lights down low my identikit perm/moustachioed dance partner pulled me in close again and nibbled my ear while stroking my arse and I ‘got the message'.
"I'm going for a piss, then I'll walk you home." He romantically told me as soon as the lights came back on.
Trish hadn't exactly warned me about this time of night, but because of her and her friends stories alongside my drunken light-headedness, I was well aware ... and quietly looking forward to what was to come next.
I found myself nervously and stupidly waiting opposite the gents for my new friend. When he came out he smiled and immediately placed his arm around my waist and guided me out towards the exit.
"You live down the bottom of the estate, don't you?" he surprised me, "you work in the shop down there?"
"Yes." I drily replied.
As we got to the main door of the Club, there was a big fight going on outside; but even though he seemed to know a couple of the protagonists, he had other things on his mind and manoeuvred me around the pack and down a dark side street. Halfway down and away from prying eyes he stopped and pushed me against the wall.
With no build up he began kissing me and pawing my boobs through my dress. I don't know why but instinctively wrapped my hands behind his head and began twirling my tongue in his mouth then unconsciously ground myself against his nether regions.
Still passionately kissing me he began fumbling with his zip and pulled his jeans down, then his pants.
I was shaking with nerves and excitement. This was all new to me; but something I'd been fantasising about since I first met Trish, I presumed he wanted to fuck me and even though I'd only met him half an hour earlier I was certainly ‘up for it'.
With one hand still behind his head I wrapped the other around his shaft and intuitively began wanking him making him moan.
After a minute or so I felt his hand on my back fumbling with the zip on my dress. "What are you doing?" I gulped.
"I want to see your tits ... they feel fucking amazing."
Flattered and drunk I let him pull my dress down to my waist to display my braless boobs.
"Fucking Hell!" he gasped as he stroked them and ran his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, making me wince. "Small but fucking juicy!" he grinned.
As I took a firmer grip on his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth he began suckling my tits ... something I couldn't remember my husband ever doing. I was shaking with stimulation and if he'd pulled my knickers down, I'd definitely have let him fuck me; but he seemed more than happy playing with my tits while I continued wanking him off.
From start to finish it was probably about five minutes but felt like a lifetime until my wrist was a blur and I made him cum; with thick cream running down onto my fist. I didn't want to stop so made him groan and gasp as I kept tugging and squeezing his cock well after I'd finished covering his wilting cock and my hand with his spunk.
"Wow!" he grinned as he gasped for air, "that was fucking ace ... I never ... you know ... thought ... oh fuck ... you're so sexy."
I let go of his cock and rested against the wall, still with my tits bared to the world and smugly smiling at the effect I'd had on him, making him cum.
He started pulling his jeans up so I presumed it was over so thought I should cover up too ... this was fun.
I cleaned my fingers with a tissue, and we slowly walked closer to my house, him holding me tight and occasionally kissing me on the cheek.
After a few minutes he stopped and pulled me into an unlit pathway between two houses.
He pushed me up against a pebble dashed wall and began kissing me again, deep and passionately, which I loved and responded likewise.
This time his hands went behind my hips and squeezed my arse, then slowly made their way to the hem of my dress, lifting it up to my waist then sexily caressing my arse cheeks over my tights and knickers.
"Turn around." He panted.
"Why?" I slurred.
"So I can get a good look at your arse." He laughed tugging me 180 degrees then pressing me against the wall again, my boobs flattened against the rough surface.
The top of my dress was still around my hips as he pulled the bottom half up to join it, then slowly caressed my arse making cooing noises as he cupped each cheek giving them a shake.
Nobody had warned me about this kind of thing, but I was enthralled and desperate to play with myself if he wasn't going to fuck me.
With that in mind I started rubbing myself through my tights and knickers as his grip became firmer.
"You know we call you El Arsio don't you?" he breathed heavily now.
"What?" I panted as I found my enlarged clit. "Why?"
"Because you've got the sexiest arse on the estate ... that's why we all buy our cans and cigs from your shop."
"My God! I never knew." I was shocked but thrilled that they'd noticed me so much they'd given me a nickname.
Lost in thought I'd missed him rubbing his floppy dick across my arse. "Shit ... it won't get hard enough."
My senses slowly came to me, and I began pulling up my dress and pushing him away from me.
"Look ... that was ... you know ... I got carried away ... I'm sorry ... but I have to go."
"Zip it up for me please." I asked
"Okay." He sighed resignedly then pushed his cock away, leaned in for one last kiss then walked away into the night.
What had I started?
I tiptoed into the house, went to the toilet, took my dishevelled underwear off and washed my hands clean from his goo.
In bed I considered spooning Bobby to initiate sex, but he seemed fast asleep.
The next morning, I was up, dressed in my stretch jeans and a sweatshirt and was only a couple of minutes late for my shift in the minimarket at the bottom of the village, where I worked part-time four days a week, arriving at just after 8am.
The first hour was quite busy and my hangover didn't help my mood; but at 9 I had a cup of coffee and two paracetamol which eventually cleared my head and allowed memories of my naughty actions to spin through my head making me grin continuously; which drew Mrs Miggins' attention; asking ‘what I'd been up to' and saucily grinned when I said I'd been to the Club disco the night before. "Did you now?" she smirked; knowing the reputation the club had on the estate, "I hope you kept your hand on your ha'penny ... you're a married woman you know."
I gave her my naughtiest smile but didn't confirm or deny.
My tight jeans caught a couple of guys attention as I filled some shelves which made me smile and Mrs Miggins playfully roll her eyes when she noticed too.
Bobby had my lunch ready on my return and casually asked ‘if I'd enjoyed myself at the Disco?' when I sat at the kitchen table.
"Oh?" I pondered, "Yes ... it was fun, I haven't danced like that for ages ... I loved it."
"What time did you get home?" he suspiciously asked.
"Emm ... I don't know ... about half eleven or something ... you were fast asleep (I hoped!) ... we stopped outside Wendy's chatting for ages."
The lie fell seamlessly from my lips.
Bobby seemed happy with my reply and the rest of the afternoon and the following week, passed without comment or question.
It wasn't until Wednesday that I saw Trish for a chat and a coffee. She obviously asked ‘how I'd got home' and I fudged my answer, now feeling embarrassed at my actions with the young man. She looked quizzical but didn't push for any more info.
It was only on the next Friday that I felt any guilt about my actions in the alley and decided not to go to the Disco even though Trish put me under a lot of pressure to join her, but I insisted.
At about 7pm my husband looked at his watch, then me "No going out tonight?"
"No," I sighed gazing at the TV, then shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't care.
"What about the Club Disco? I thought you had a good time last week?"
I fidgeted with embarrassment, "Trish asked ... but ... you know?"
I didn't know what to say that wouldn't lead back to my moment of madness in the alley.
"Here." He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a £5 note, "Go on ... get dressed ... enjoy yourself."
"Are you sure?" I asked taking the money from him. He nodded and winked, "Okay, if you're sure."
Thirty minutes later I was dressed in my mandarin dress and fully made up. "How do I look?" I nervously asked.
"Gorgeous." My husband replied barely taking his gaze from the Stallone video on the TV.
So, that was why he wanted me out of the house ... and I guessed that film was only the precursor for a porn film from his secret stash.
Trish was really happy and surprised to see me and made a space at the table for me to sit next to her when I turned up.
Her friends laughed when I told them Bobby had given me £5 to ‘go out and enjoy myself' ... as they had a different type of enjoyment in mind than their husbands would have had.
The night went in the same fashion as the previous week, with lots of drinking, laughing and of course dancing. A couple of times guys sidled into dance, and one even bought me a drink which was flattering but disappeared when he saw my wedding ring.
At about 10 the outskirts of dancefloor filled up with eager Lothario's looking like lions scoping the zebras or wildebeest for their next meal, but without the bother of investing in drinks throughout the night.
My ‘new friend' from the previous week was there but looked like he was onto a safer bet with a buxom blonde. As I was dancing with a woman called Mary two identikit permed/moustachioed/bleached jeans wearing young men cut in and separated us.
My dance partner, who looked about thirty, was a bit ‘touchy feely' but in a good way and with so much drink and nervous energy on board I loved the attention.
Again, the lights went down, and the final slow song of the night was played, my dance partner pulled me in close and nibbled my ear while stroking my arse.
"Stop that," I gasped "I'm married!"
"Me too." He grinned and kissed me firmly on the lips while sexily stroking my arse, which certainly didn't help the situation.
We disentangled as the lights came on, but he held my wrist as I straightened my dress. "Want me to walk you home?" he leered.
"No thanks, I'm with Trish and Sue ... I'll be okay thanks."
"I don't think so." he smirked, "Trish's just left with Ronnie and Sue looks like she's well in over there." I turned to see Trish's married sister getting dry humped across the dance floor by a guy with a wedge haircut.
"Come on," he winked and pulling on my wrist, "what's the worst that could happen?" Then he kissed me full on the lips again, wiggling his tongue between my lips and I desperately tried not to reciprocate; but weakened slightly.
The next I knew was walking out of the club with him still firmly holding my wrist as I held my head down so as not to make eye contact with anyone, although he seemed to take great delight in saying ‘goodnight' to his friends, showing me off as a conquest I guessed.
Once outside the night air hit me and I suddenly felt even more lightheaded. He asked where I lived, and I stupidly told him.
On the ten-minute walk he asked where my husband was ... and I told him ‘at home' which made him laugh; "baby sitting while you're out dropping your knickers?"
"No, no ... nothing like that." I stopped and barked, "I've just been out for a dance." There was something about him that scared me, he was too self-confident and a bit arrogant, unlike the guy the previous week.
The married man now had a twinkle in his eyes and grinned before sweeping me into the same path between two houses as the previous week, then forcefully kissed me again and grabbed my arse with both hands.
My heart was racing at his abruptness and I found myself kissing him back, twisting my tongue around his, blissfully unaware in my drunken state that his hands were underneath my dress and roughly trying to work my knickers and tights down. It was only when he pushed me against the pebble dash wall and the rough substance scraped my bare arse that I realised what he'd done.
"No! I'm not like that!" I moaned, suddenly nervous and frightened, "I told you ... I'm married ... stop it."
"I don't think so." He crowed, "you can tell yourself that ... but we both know you want some dick tonight, don't you?"
"No ... no." I pleaded, "honest ... I'm ... you're just getting carried away.... This is a mistake." He was now trying to pull the front of my tights down, but I was trying in vain to stop him.
"You're a feisty fucker," he laughed then slowed down when he saw tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Oh fuck." He sighed, "okay .... How about a wank now you've got me all worked up?"
I took a deep breath and reluctantly nodded, "okay ... but that's all."
He took a step backwards and unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees exposing a very erect penis pointing to the stars.
My God, it was huge, even in the moonlight it was obviously much bigger and thicker than my husband's and my previous boyfriend Timmy's too .... After looking at it for a few seconds I nearly pulled my knickers down for him to fuck me with it right there and then. But I kept what little decorum I had left and wrapped my fingers around his hot shaft as promised.
As my fist tugged his tight flesh up and down, he leaned in to kiss me and this time I really did respond while furiously wanking this stranger's cock.
"Don't worry ... you're good at that," he sexily whispered as his hand returned to the front of my messed-up tights and knickers; "Just thought I'd give you a bit of fun too."
In a flash my knickers and tights were around my knees, and his hand was between my legs stroking my hairy pussy.
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck?" he whispered as a finger slid inside my hole making me gasp and roll my hips while he roughly fingered me; "you're fucking soaking ... it's ready to take my cock up there, isn't it?"
"No ... no ... no." I panted as his finger filled my married pussy making my wrist work faster and faster wanking his cock, "not tonight ... not tonight." I panted.
He went back to kissing me, forcing his tongue so far into my mouth I thought he was trying to find his finger at the other end!
"Oh shit." He cackled, "you're fucking good .... I'm cumming ... oh fuck .... I'm cumming... ooohhhhhh!"
I couldn't resist looking down as my fingers excitedly squeezed his cock and an actual jet of spunk shot out followed by a smaller spurt, then with more slow squeezing the rest oozed onto my hand.
His eyes were nearly popping out of his head at this stage, and he was grinning like a fool as he stroked his floppy cock which was still dripping drops of spunk.
"Not tonight?" he grinned, "you said not tonight? So when?"
I shook my head and smiled as I tried to rearrange my underwear and wipe his goo off onto my knickers at the same time. "I got carried away .... This can't happen again ... it was wrong ... so wrong."
"It might have been wrong, but you were gagging for a fuck ... weren't you?" He grinned.
I couldn't stop smiling but still shook my head and lied ... "No ... not really."
Arrogantly he stood with his back to the wall, and his dick was still dangling between his legs. "Anytime you like ... it's waiting for you."
"I bet it is." I grinned then wandered off down the street before I turned onto my own road, where I saw the house lights were off.
Bobby was fast asleep, lightly snoring as I lay beside him reliving what I'd just done in the alley making me struggle to get to sleep; but I must have finally dropped off, as I was alone when I woke up at about 8, my husband evidently heading off to work for some over-time.
Still horny from Friday night I couldn't resist stroking my pussy which quickly began to get wet and tingle; I threw off my nightie, leaving me nude ... which was something I'd never done before and was strangely liberating and sexy lying on my bed totally stark-naked with my fingers stroking my kitty.
The images of having wanked two strangers' cocks, especially the arrogant one's who spurted a jet of cum, replayed over and over again in my mind as well as being roughly fingered and having a perv rub his cock over my arse made me frantically rub my clit and boobs.
I'd never been the most voracious masturbator but then again, I'd never had anything like those images to fantasise about before.
In my desperate quest to cum I raised my knees and began fingering myself, first one then quickly adding a second, just like he had the night before, while I massaged my tender clit.
Fingering myself felt amazing; so much so I eventually pushed back on my shoulders now with my arse and knees in the air ... I was crying out and panting as my fingers stretched my vagina walls and my clit felt like it might burst ... and burst it finally did ... as a cascade of pee went down the bed as I had an orgasm like never before.
Shocked and shaking I immediately sprang up and dragged the sheets off the bed and ran downstairs to put them in the washing machine... still naked.
Once it was switched on I finally relaxed, only to look out of the kitchen window to see Trish's eldest son Kirk standing smoking beside the bins, looking in and grinning. I froze but had the presence of mind to cover my boobs and pubes.
Only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose Y-Fronts he cupped his balls and leered at me, then winked before I scuttled back into the hall.
For some reason I wasn't as taken aback as I should have been but actually chuckled at the lewd way he'd looked at me ... and seen me totally naked.
Kirk already had a reputation as a ladies' man according to his mother, occasionally bringing young girlfriends back to his room for noisy sex she once told me, who had smiled and said, "What can you do?"
I had breakfast in my robe, constantly looking out of the kitchen window, but Kirk didn't return.
After getting dressed I called in to see Trish, which was a regular morning occurrence on my morning off, partly to find out why she'd left me on my own again, but mostly to confess about my actions in the alley; plus of course, to see if Kirk had told her about what he'd seen through the kitchen window.
I was in my short denim skirt and braless under a white t-shirt, but Trish was still in her night attire with a robe on at 11am.
"What happened to you last night?" I asked as the kettle boiled.
She grinned as she turned to me, "A lad called Robbie was on heat, so I thought I'd take advantage". Then she shrugged and raised her eyebrows. "What about you?" she laughed handing me my cup; "you looked well in with Gaz ... his hands were everywhere ... and you weren't stopping him!"
I blushed and looked away, dying of embarrassment as I didn't know she had seen us on the dancefloor.
"I was drunk and ... he ... he...." I couldn't finish my sentence.
"Look," Trish sighed, "I've been around the block a bit ... and if you're not getting it at home ... that's why I took you up there last week."
We looked at each other for what seemed a lifetime, but I couldn't seem to confess.
"Look I know Gaz ... he had that look that said he wanted you ... and when he's like that I doubt you could keep your knickers up."
I blushed, but Trish saw the hint of a smile.
"You did!" She gasped and chuckled, "Good on you, you lucky cow .... Spill the beans!"
I shook my head and slurped my coffee.
"You know you want to tell me... it's written all over your face."
"Well.... His hands ‘were' all over me in the club ... which was ... you know." I whispered.
"Exciting? A turn on?" she proffered. I nodded.
"Then he walked me home ... well, not exactly ‘walked' he held my wrist and nearly dragged me down the street."
"You didn't take him home; did you?" Even Trish looked shocked at the very idea.
"No, no ... nothing like that. He pushed me into the alley near Wendy's and began kissing me ... then tried to pull my tights down ... but," I took a deep breath and a gulp of coffee to calm my nerves.
This was weird ... it was all weird, but I needed to tell someone, and I knew Trish would keep the news to herself.
"I sort of stopped him... I told him I was married, but he didn't care ... then he agreed that I could ... should." Then I closed my fingers to make a fist and shook my wrist.
"Haha ha ha ... you wanked him off! Did you enjoy it?"
I nodded and broke out into a grin.
"It's some size; isn't it?" Trish laughed. I nodded and spread my hands by about 6 or 7 inches and laughed too.
"Bobby's?" she enquired. This time I moved my thumb and forefinger.
"Shit! That's hardly worth the bother!" Trish cackled.
I looked up over her shoulder and saw her son in the open doorway, still in the t-shirt and baggy Y-Fronts; only this time he had his hand inside them moving around while sipping from a mug of tea with the other.
I was equally shocked and amused as I realised, he must have been listening to my tale; but his Mother seemed blissfully unaware of his presence.
"What else? Did you make him cum?" Trish grinned.
I nodded and grinned, secretly looking over her shoulder, "I let him ... finger me too!" I gasped and covered my face with my hand; as much for her teenage son as her.
"You dirty mare!" Trish giggled, "did you enjoy that too?"
Still blushing at my openness, I nodded and returned to my coffee.
"I bet you want to see him again; now you've played with his cock."
I hadn't thought that far ahead, and shook my head, then glanced at Kirk who was smirking as he seemed to be masturbating in front of me.
Catching my eye he winked and made a signal with his hand ... urging me to move my legs. I glanced down to see my short skirt had ridden up and a triangle of my knickers must have been on show.
Turned on by my confession and watching him play with himself inside his pants I squirmed on the armchair before gradually easing my legs apart as naturally as possible so as not to draw Trish's attention to what I was doing. My heart was racing when I saw the look of lust on the young lads' face and his hand moving more deliberately along his cock.
"I can tell hm Bobby's shifts if you want?" My friend told me as if it was the most natural thing in the world to cheat on my husband.
"Mum! Mum! He's hitting me!" A child's voice squawked from another room, breaking the spell.
"God no!" I gasped "that was a ... a one off ... a mistake...a huge mistake ...I couldn't ... I don't think I could go all the way... with anyone ... like him... I just couldn't."
Even as I said the words Jason pulled his pants tight to confirm he had an erection, then nodded his head towards the back door and raised 5 fingers, "Five minutes?" he mouthed and turned away.
My face was on fire with embarrassment and excitement; but I was confused too... what he was contemplating was utter madness.
"I'd better go ... I've said too much ... sorry." I muttered as I stood up, pulling my skirt back into place and very aware at how much my nipples were poking out.
"The offer's there." She cackled, "if not he'll be waiting for you next Friday, that's for sure... and I doubt he'll take ‘no' for an answer a second time."
I gave a half smile and dashed out and the supposed safety of my home. I was barely through the door when it opened again, and the horny teenager let himself in.
"I've waited fucking ages for this." He smirked, as he took hold of me by the hips and pressed me against the kitchen table, "I knew that soft fuck wasn't giving you what you need ... and now I know you wanked Gaz off last night, let's do the real dirty deed."
"No, no!" I gulped as he pulled my skirt up to my waist, "you're so ... too ... young!"
"Come on ... don't mess about, I've been fucking girls for years and you danced around in the buff this morning when you knew I was watching, then you've just flashed your knickers when I told you too ... you're gagging for my cock aren't you?"
I felt powerless to stop him, even if I'd wanted to. Kirk was younger than me with a roguish charm, a cheeky smile and self-assurance way beyond his years ... as he curled a finger into the waist of my knickers and began tugging them down until I wriggled out of them kicking them to one side.
Just like with Gaz the previous night, Kirk leaned in to kiss me and I immediately reciprocated, twisting my tongue around his as I felt him stroking my juicy slit then sliding a finger in as deep as possible making me gasp then moan as it twisted around inside me.
"Take your t-shirt off." He instructed me and I obeyed, dropping it at my feet, "normally I like big ones," he huskily whispered as he took one of my tits in his hand, "but yours are cute as fuck!" then leaned in to suck on an engorged nipple making me pant excitedly as his finger poked and twisted inside my vagina.
As he suckled my tit he roughly removed his finger from my pussy then grabbed my arse with both hands pinching and squeezing my cheeks, shaking them like jellies making me moan ... and enthusiastically clutching his cock through his shorts.
"Now your skirt." He leered intimidatingly. My fingers were trembling as I pulled the zip down then dropped it to my ankles, leaving me naked for him ... again.
He took my hand and placed it on his groin. "My God!" I gasped as it twitched in my fingers.
"Take it out and make it nice and hard." Kirk muttered as he moved his mouth to my other tit.
My hands were shaking as I pulled his shorts down and his floppy cock fell out. "My God!" I gasped again. It wasn't hard but very thick and rubbery, much longer and fatter than my husbands' was even when fully erect.
My friend's son eased back to show it off, waggling it from side to side.
"Come on ... wank it like you did Gaz ... get it hard and you'll find out what a real fuck is like."
My jaw fell open as I took it in my hands, rubbing and tugging it ... pulling the foreskin back so his purple knob poked out as the blood rapidly filled it up.
Just like on Friday night as I wanked him, Kirk began roughly fingering me again making me stand on tippy toes.
It took a few fabulous minutes until we were both satisfied that his long curved, banana shaped cock was suitably hard enough ... and he lifted me onto the kitchen table and spread my legs wide; feasting his eyes on my hairy married pussy.
"It's a good job I had a wank after I saw you this morning, ‘cos I'm going to fuck you like a bitch on heat for fucking ages!" He panted as he pressed his bulbous knob against my juicy slit.
His hands went between my thighs, and he lifted my legs up as his cock nudged my flaps apart and sunk deep in one fluid motion.
"Oh God" I gasped as he slowly pumped it in and out over and over again, making me cling onto the table as the legs creaked and it hit the wall.
"Fucking Hell ... you're tight for a married slag, he really must have a small dick like you said ... or isn't he giving you any?"
My arse was soon bouncing off the Formica as he pounded my wanton vagina with his powerful cock. I'm still not vocal during sex so found myself gasping and moaning with every powerful lunge, each one taking my breath away ... but turning me on like a Swiss clock.
Even the stories I'd read in my husband's mucky magazines didn't prepare me for sex like this ... it was rough, sweaty, raw and wild.
I'd never experienced anything like it ... his strong forearms pressed my thighs back and I swear I could feel his cockhead in my belly the way he was ramming his cock in!
My eyes were out on stalks and I was grunting and wailing like a bitch on heat as Kirk looked manic as he pounded my married vagina like a man possessed.
Eventually, after something like five or six minutes of fantastic fucking he stopped, gulping in air while pulling his cock out and lowering my legs.
I too was panting for breath now and caressing my aching breasts which had been bouncing with every youthful thrust.
With his hands on his hips as he gathered his thoughts and drew in one last lungful of air. "Turn around."
"What?" I murmured.
"Turn around and stick your arse out... and you'd better hang onto the table! It's gonna get fucking rough!"
Not knowing what to expect, I turned away from him. He laughed as he stroked my arse cheeks, "bend over the fucking table ... and stick this beauty out!"
I clasped my hands onto the sides of the table and pushed my arse out and high ... as my young lover instructed.
His cock seemed to go in even deeper in this position, leaving me panting, "Yes, yes, yes ... oh wow, wow, WOW!"
"I love fucking married slags!" he laughed out loud as his fat knob probed my inner vagina, "fucking love it .... They're so fucking horny...and gagging for it."
If the sex with my on my back had been hard and muscular this was brutal and just the kind of raw sex I'd craved for years, but didn't know existed.
Just like my husband and previous boyfriend Timmy, Kyle didn't care at all about my feelings or my pleasure, this was ‘fucking' pure and simple, and I was in a dream like state as he battered my pussy like a man possessed.
"Wow ... wow .... Oh yes! Oh yes!" I huffed and puffed between gasps and groans as he banana cock found places to batter and stretch, I didn't know existed.
"Fucking Hell." Kirk gasped, "I've never lasted this long before .... I'll have to have a wank before every fuck." The laughed as he reached under my thigh and lifted my leg up until my knee was on the table, then nearly broke the speed limit the way he was fucking me even deeper and harder than two minutes earlier.
"Yes ... yes.. oh fuck YES!" He grunted as he pushed his cock up into my belly, and I felt that lovely warm feeling inside as he came in my married pussy. It took another two or three more firm strokes to finally empty his balls, then with a playful squeeze of my arse slid his cock out and sat on a kitchen chair as I pulled my aching leg off the table and went into a squatting position as my belly and lady parts all ached.
This was a mistake as it made his cum leak out of my stretched vagina into a puddle on the floor, which mortified me but made him laugh.
"Too much cum for your tight little cunt?" he teased as I placed my hand between my legs to catch what was left.
I waddled over to the sink to wash my hands and realised for the first time that the curtains on the window where wide open and anyone could see in ... but that was where this started, wasn't it? Maybe too late, but I pulled them closed anyway.
"That was great, but I need to be going." My young lover grinned. "Okay." I wheezed and made myself a cup of coffee.
I went to pick up my t-shirt and skirt but thought better of it ... enjoying the depravity of being naked as my young next-door neighbour got dressed and left with a saucy wink, "See you soon."
My lower regions were still aching as I pulled on my knickers and t-shirt, then saw the puddle of cum on the kitchen floor.
Cheekily I picked my skirt up and put it on the table, then took some paper towels and slowly wiped the mess up .. as more cum leaked out into my pants.
As I walked through the house and upstairs, I could feel my damp knickers sticking to me. My plan had been to change into something clean, but the depraved idea of going around all day in knickers sticky with Kirk's spunk really appealed to me.
Guilt was the last thing on my mind as I lay on my bed stroking my pussy through the nylon reliving every second of Kirk's rough sex thirty minutes earlier.
The more I wriggled the hornier I got, eventually pushing my hand inside to feel the excess juices ... rubbing them over my clit until I had a trembling orgasm.
I was in the bathroom pulling on my skirt when I heard the front door opening as my husband returned from work. I looked in the mirror then splashed some cold water on my face before going down to join him.
"Everything okay?" he asked, "you look a bit flushed."
"Oh," I mused, "I've not been off the toilet all morning." I lied and shrugged; he seemed content with my answer.
As we ate a sandwich he asked, ‘if I'd had fun again at the disco.'
I thought for a few seconds as I drank my coffee, "Yeh ... it's fun, Trish's friends are a laugh and I'm loving the dancing." That wasn't a lie.
That was that for the rest of the day and the next.
I was in work early on the Monday and as I was leaving just after 1pm I saw Kirk sitting on the wall opposite the shop in his work clothes from the warehouse.
"El Arsio!" he called out and waved, as if I hadn't seen him.
I waved back and blushed, furtively looking around to see if anyone I knew was around.
"Hello sexy." He chuckled, touching my arse over my skintight jeans, making me shake my swishy ponytail.
"Stop that!" I hissed pushing him away. "Somebody might see."
"I don't give a fuck." He crowed then squeezed my arse again.
"Well I do."
By now we were nearly at our houses.
"Are you gonna invite me in?" he grinned.
"No ... I have things to do." I muttered.
"What? Like finger yourself thinking about Saturday?" he snickered, stroking my arse again.
"No! Definitely not!" I growled, but the thought had passed through my mind.
"Come on Carol ... I know you want another fuck ... don't you?"
Jesus H Christ ... he was right, but I couldn't or shouldn't.
"Not the front door." I whispered, making him laugh and go into his own house.
He was already at the kitchen door when I got there.
"Quick ... get in before somebody sees you."
"See, I knew you were gagging for it." He smirked. I knew his mother was at work, but the house opposite looked over my garden and you never know who was looking out a bedroom window.
"Come on," Kirk took my hand, "let's go upstairs."
"No!" I stopped in my tracks, "not the bedroom."
"Yes, the bedroom ... I love fucking married women in their beds, especially when they're still warm."
I stood my ground, "You've really done this before ... with married women?"
"Fuck yes." He grinned, "there's loads of marred slags on the estate who like a bit of strange .. a couple of engaged ones too; that's without the single ones who love cock."
"My God ... is that what you think I am? A slag?"
He curled his lips, "It's just a word ... what would you call yourself after wanking off Gaz and the other lad, then dropping your knickers so easily the other day?"
I had nothing and hung my head in shame, docilely following him upstairs.
Halfway up I quietly asked, "Anyone I know?"
"Probably." He sneered again, "Friday nights at the Club aren't the only night women around here drop their drawers! Me and my mate service one or two a week ... we take turns."
Once in the marital bedroom I sat on the bed and he pushed me backwards fondling my boobs through my t-shirt., flicking my already stiff nipples through the cotton.
I couldn't resist and we were soon rolling around, kissing and groping, him fondling my boobs and arse and me greedily stroking and grabbing his dick through his overalls.
He soon had my t-shirt off and madly sucked on my nipples making me moan out loud.
As his hands cupped my arse I fumbled with his zip, desperate now to get my hands on his cock again.
He took his sweatshirt off as I pulled his trousers down releasing his gorgeous cock. It wasn't as hard as Saturday but getting there as I rubbed it with both tiny hands.
Now naked he returned to sucking my tits as he tried to unzip my jeans, but they were too tight.
We had to stop so I could wrestle out of them, while he took the opportunity to pump more blood into his cock.
Once naked we resumed kissing and groping until Kirk, began forcefully fingering me which made me tense and moan through my wide-open mouth.
"Do you suck?" he gasped.
"What do you mean?" Suck what?" I innocently asked.
"Cock... do you suck cock?" he was now waving his cock from side to side, while two of his fingers were twisting inside my married pussy making me bounce on the bed.
I shook my head. I'd seen a woman do it in one of my husband's porn videos but never thought ‘normal' women would do such things.
I shook my head.
"Want to try?" He moved onto his knees, still with two fingers buried deep in my married pussy. "Kiss it ... just kiss it."
I nodded and hesitantly leaned my hard forward. Kirk held his cock still and edged closer to my face.
"Kiss it ... kiss the tip."
Nervously I shifted position and kissed the crown ... not once but four times. I looked up at him, proud as could be ... but he wanted more of course.
"Again ... but this time wank it." I didn't need telling twice and swiftly began stroking his cock as I kissed his cockhead ... then down the veiny shaft.
"Put it in your mouth and suck on the fucker!"
I did just that!
It felt so dirty and yet so sexy having a man's cock in my mouth .... But I greedily sucked it like it was a fleshy lollipop.
Kirk held my head in place as he speeded up his fingering again.
"I knew I could make a fucking cocksucker out of you" he panted as his palm began rubbing against my clit as his fingering became more powerful.
Now his cock was filling my mouth as I swirled my tongue around it while vigorously stroking his shaft.
"I told you that you were just like all the other cock hungry slags on the estate, didn't I?" he bullied me, "now I know you suck cock as well as you fuck I'll be back everyday ... or send one of the lads around.
That thought sent me over the edge and his fingering made me cum while I still had his cock in my mouth. I was trembling with excitement and unaware that Kirk was now wanking his cock until he began grunting and thrusting his cock to the back of my mouth and ... woah... I felt his juices fill my mouth and slide down my throat as I tried to cough, but he wouldn't let me.
Finally empty and satisfied, he rolled onto his side sighing and laughing. "Was that really your first blowjob?"
"Bastard!" I hissed. "You could have ... you bastard ... I wasn't expecting that!"
"Maybe not," he chuckled, "but you fucking loved sucking my dick ... and you haven't spat anything out."
I can't explain the taste, not quite salty and not sweet ... but very moreish!
As I wiped my mouth Kirk began stroking my arse again.... "Get on your back and spread your legs." He told me enthusiastically and I obeyed, although even by a young man's standards I was surprised that he'd be hard enough to go so soon after cumming.
I wasn't expecting him to get between my legs and begin kissing my wet and hairy pussy ... this was unknown territory to me ... but one I wanted more of when he began licking my gash.
"Wow, wow, wow .... Yes, yes, yes," I panted as his tongue flashed all over even finding brand new areas when he stretched my flaps which made me wriggle and push down onto his face.
I was clawing at my tits and biting my lip the longer he went on, and as I'd never came twice in one day before never mind twice in twenty minutes another thing I wasn't expecting was such a powerful orgasm as the one that coursed through my veins when he poked a finger in too, pressing down on the back membrane!
"YES, YES, YES!" I squealed and grunted for well over a minute as I clamped my legs around his head.
A minute or two later we were cuddling and kissing when Kirk insistently told me, "Get down there and suck my cock again ... then I'll fuck you."
"Promise you'll not ... you know?" I delicately asked but wasn't sure I meant it.
"Not this time ... I just want you to get it hard enough to fuck your married cunt."
He was deliberately coarse the way he spoke to me, something my husband or any men I knew did in company ... but it was strangely arousing.
His cock was flaccid and floppy but very tempting as I knelt beside him and began tugging at it with my hand, daring myself to put it in my mouth again ... the Devil won and I was soon eagerly sucking his cock, feeling it inflate in my mouth as I wanked his shaft with one hand and cupped his hairy balls with the other.
My pulse was racing, and I could feel my pussy tingling as he gave a commentary on my cocksucking skills ... guiding me as to what to do with my tongue in-between how hard he wanted it sucked, and I was a quick learner!
I stopped a couple of times to admire his shiny cock in my tiny hand and was so pleased with myself I would smile at him before going back to my dirty job.
After a while I was so engrossed in my new skill it wasn't until he told me to ‘stop before you make me cum again!' that the memory of his spunk filling my mouth shocked me into stopping.
"Get on board the Kirk rollercoaster" he laughed. I looked at him quizzically.
"Get on top and ride me like a fucking cowgirl."
"Oh!" I thought I knew what he wanted and it seemed like a good idea. I flung one leg over his belly and edged back.
"That's it girl ... you guide it in like a good slag."
I shook my head at his bristly remark, but put my hand behind me and did just that ... gasping as it slid in all to easily, filling me up.
"YAY!" Kirk cheered as I began grinding down on his long cock without being ordered to by him, "I must have really stretched your cunt out on Saturday ... unless you've been double-dealing on me ... that's nice and easy going in there".
"No ,,, nobody else!" I thoughtlessly called out as I shuffled to accommodate his cock in this position
If doggy style on Saturday had filled me up like never before, this was a whole new level, and I loved it.
Soon he got me to bounce on it and make my titties shake for him, and I did that with sheer elation as I dropped all my weight down on his man-spike grunting each time.
After ten minutes or so I was tiring and sweating. Kirk roughly took hold of my tits and began thrusting upwards with no warning ... it actually hurt ... but felt incredible, not just filling my pussy but bashing against the wall at the back making me squeal and grunt like an animal ... but I didn't want it to stop... ever.
I was in a daze, breathing so heavily I thought I might pass out the way he kept pounding my pussy, then with no warning he flipped me onto my back.
"Oh my God!" I gasped, "how did you do that?"
"Practice." He laughed and took his weight on his hands and began fucking me like he was doing press ups ... my legs were flailing in all directions as he pumped me like a machine, making me wheeze, "Wow, wow, wow!"
"Ugh ... ugh ...UGH ... OH FUCK ... HERE IT COMES!" and with three or four more powerful thrusts I felt my pussy fill with his cum ... yet again.
Kirk flopped on top of me, his cock still twitching as the last drops oozed out. Gasping for air he rolled on his side; with his most authoritative voice he told me, "Lick it clean ... lick my fucking spunk off it."
I curled onto my knees with cum dripping from my stretched hole and talking his cock in my hand took a deep breath and sexily licked his spunk from his rubbery shaft and inside his hood ... by now it tasted delicious.
Kirk lay there grinning as he stroked my arse, "how about a cup of coffee?"
I shook my head at the cheek of him, but got off the bed and picked up my t-shirt only for him to snatch it from me and wag his finger, then usher me away, naked with a wave of his hand.
Just like on Saturday walking around my house naked, with cum leaking down my thighs felt like the height of depravity, and I couldn't get the grin off my face as I made the coffee, terrified Trisha would open her back door ... but that was a big part of the thrill of course.
I put my best ‘going out shoes' on then the coffees on a tray with a plate of biscuits and teetered upstairs to see my young lover.
He thought it hilarious when he saw the biscuits and my heels. I Sat next to him as we drank our coffees, but we both knew there was nothing left for today.
After he'd left there was little time to do my housework, but I managed to get my husband's evening meal ready on time for his return from work. Little did he know I wasn't wearing panties under my jeans, and the rough material was rubbing against my continuously wet pussy.
I didn't see Kirk for the rest of the week; well not or sex.
I was like a cat on heat on the build up to Friday night as I'd bought a new shortish pleated skirt and had decided to wear stockings for the first time with a see-through pair of knickers, something Trish and Sylvia regularly did, this was paired with a thin white blouse that I needed to wear a bra underneath.
As usual Bobby barely looked up as I left the house; his mind no doubt on a wankathon as soon as I was out. Little did he know or want to know that his pretty little wife was just as naughty and dirty now, as any of the porn-stars he was watching.
The Club was busier than usual, but we got our usual table near the bar. The atmosphere was electric, because there was a big football match the following day that many of the lads would be going to.
I had my usual choice of dance partners as the might went by, and twice when I went to the bar guys made no pretence about rubbing or pinching my arse when I Walked by them and once on the way back from the toilets one actually put his hand up the back of my skirt and touched a suspender ... which got a cheer when he told his friends, as I flounced away.
10.15 came around all too quickly and there was a scramble for the dancefloor with three making their way towards me; one of whom was Gaz.
Just like the previous week he proved himself to be a good dancer and by the time the DJ started the final slow Soul tune he'd got me in a shadowy corner and his hands zoomed up the back of my skirt.
"Fuck!" he gasped as he cupped my arse with one hand and stroked my stocking top and suspender with the other. "For me?"
"Maybe." I beamed.
"I'm not making do with a wank tonight then."
"You won't have to." I grinned.
As soon as the lights came on he pulled me into him and whispered, "I'll see you next to the bus stop."
I went back to the table and finished my drink, and gathered my coat and bag. Those of us left didn't say a word .. we didn't have too, we all knew what we were going to do ... and who with.
Sure enough Gaz was waiting for me talking to two other guys.
"Gotta go, see at 11." He told them and took me by the waist.
We'd barely gone 100 yards when he pulled my down a dark alley. "I can't fucking wait any longer." He muttered and lifted my skirt up to y stomach. "Fucking Hell .. that's sexy, does he know you're dressed like this?"
"No." I sighed as his hand went between my legs and forcefully grabbed my pussy.
Now we were kissing as his hands wandered all over under my skirt until he began pulling my knickers down. When they were around my thighs he stopped and looked at me. I nodded and smiled so down they went to my ankles and I deftly stepped out of them.
Gaz lifted my skirt, kissed and fingered me as I hastily undid his jeans and pulled them down making his cock spring out again ... looking even bigger and harder.
Without a seconds thought I bent double and sucked his cock.
"Jesus!" he hasped, "yes, yes, yes .... Nobody told me you were a cocksucker!"
I nodded my head and swirled my tongue around his knob, then stood up straight, "I'm full of surprises, aren't I?"
With a look of pure lust he eased forward and rubbed his dickhead along my sticky slit, then with one lunge in it went ... making me puff out loud.
He grabbed my arse and banged away like a man possessed, every now and again remembering to feel my arse and stockings; but basically, using me as a cum dump ... and I loved it.
He felt just as big inside me as Kirk did, huge and overwhelming, especially the way he gripped my bare arse pulling me onto him. To stop screaming I had to bury my face into his shoulder but even then found myself grunting like a pig with every thrust.
"Are you on the pill?" he gasped, "No!" which was the truth .... "Oh fuck! Too late!" he crowed as that warm familiar feeling flooded my vagina for the second time that day.
He slipped it out and squeezed some drops onto my pubes, "you'd better fuck your husband when you get home ... just in case." The arrogant bastard smirked.
The next week Kirk fucked me twice and on Friday night another stranger whose name I didn't get walked me home, stopping at the alley next to Wendy's house and knowing I was wearing stockings again, made me face the wall while he fucked me from behind.
Two weeks later Bobby announced out of the blue that he had an interview for a job on the oil rigs and it meant going away for two weeks training, which meant he took two weeks holiday.
He left on the Friday and I lost all sense, taking a married man back home after the Disco, shocking him by sucking his cock ... something not many of my friends and it appeared no wives did, back in those days.
Being alone on the Saturday night I went back to the Club with Trisha, who now knew about all my assignations apart from her son, who was my most regular and voracious lover.
That night we took two brothers back to my house and swapped partners after an hour or so ... which was a first.
Apart from Kirk I had sex with another three men, including Kirk's friend while Bobby was away. He got the job and started a week later, two weeks on and two weeks off, but he soon chose to work a third week ‘for the money', but it was really because our marriage was drawing to a close.
TBC
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