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June and thankfully it was warm and sunny meaning coats and sweaters were finally being discarded.

We were just entering The Crusty Crab which looked very busy and Tanya and her friends, including the pretty redhead were blocking the way in. As I was in the lead I slid in behind the sexy redhead and gently squeezed the fleshy part between her hips and ribs, giving her a shock, “Wooooaaah! Heyyyy!” she hissed, turning her head and ‘looking daggers’ at whoever had touched her so intimately.

“Oh!” she griped and smiled, “It’s you.” Before I could apologise for startling her, Tanya chuckled, “I told you he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “I have no idea what you’re talking about”. Then slowly squeezed the pretty woman’s arse making her yelp and jump away, before making my way to the packed bar.

As we were regulars and the nearest barman was the son of another friend of mine, we were quickly served and took our places near the stairs, where we could survey the room and occasionally get the opportunity to look up a short skirt or two when women went to the upstairs bathroom. (Small pleasures I know, but lecherous fun none the less).

After a few minutes my buddies were otherwise engaged, and I was left alone so casually looked across to Tanya and her friends.

Just as I hoped the redhead ‘sensed’ my eyes were on her and she subtly flicked her red hair then furtively looked over her shoulder and blushed and smiled when I waved, smiling she looked at her feet then back to her friends.

That was it, she was on my hook. It had took a while, but all I had to do now was ‘reel her in’ … which could still go wrong if I was too eager.

She was quite the sight that night, her naturally ginger hair now coloured a vibrant copper and she was wearing skintight leather trousers with a white sleeveless chiffon blouse with a tulip collar that showed a sexy patterned white bra underneath and being sleeveless, a complex rose tattoo on her left arm that ended on her shoulder.

‘Red’ as I’d playfully christened her in my head, was dressed to impress, a thoughtfully put together combination that was constructed to be ‘looked at’ and it worked, as I could barely take my eyes off her … as did a couple of other guys that came onto my radar.

As I have plenty of ink on my own body I was both impressed and intrigued as she didn’t ‘look the type’ … whatever the type is.

Ove the next half hour or so we played peek-a-boo four or five times; until I dangled my beer bottle and mouthed, “do you want a drink?”

She turned to look at her friends who were too busy chatting and dancing to notice her go missing for a few minutes, then swiftly finished her drink and politely moved through the throng until she was standing in front of me. “Hi, I’m Shawn.” I smiled, “what can I get you?” “A cold Chardonay.” She nervously smiled, “Jenna… my name… Jenna.”

A gave a big lusty smile, “pleased to meet you, Jenna.” Then waved to catch the barman’s attention, held up my empty bottle and mouthed ‘Chardonay … large.” Leon winked and nodded.

As we waited for our drinks, we chatted about this and that, with me increasingly getting closer to her ear and brushing against her massive tits.

When her wine arrived, she looked at it then with a puzzled expression, “Is that a large one?”

“So, I’ve been told, but it depends on who you’re comparing it too.” I laughed as I looked her straight in her twinkling hazel eyes.

“Oh!” She quickly covered her mouth to stifle a giggle when she recognised my double entendre.

“If I turn this way you can have a feel.” Still grinning I turned my back to the room and took her wrist.

“No! No …. You’re wicked.” She chuckled as she jerked her hand away. “Tanya was right … you are very naughty.” “So you’ve talked about me?” “Maybe … a little bit … you have quite the reputation.” “A good one I hope.” I smiled and took a slug of beer. Jenna smiled and uncertainly looked over at her friends, then shook her shoulders. “Apparently you’re a bit of a ladies’ man.”

“Are you a lady?” I whispered close enough to smell her floral perfume then slid my hand down her back and caressed her tightly covered, leather clad arse.

“I am.” She dropped her chin to her chest and locked her eyes onto mine, “but I’m married.” Then waved her left hand at me and shrugged her shoulders.

“That makes a difference … because?” I asked while continuing squeezing and caressing her luscious arse.

With a wicked smile on her lips, she mockingly shook her head. “Just because.”

I’d been stroking her arse for a couple of minutes without any objections so pulled her too me, her leg pressed against mine and one of her huge boobs against my lower chest.

“Did I say you could do that?” She purred but made no attempt to break away from me. “What?”

“That.” She moved her head and looked down to where my large hand was still gripping her arse through the soft leather.

“Oh, that” I chuckled, “sorry … do you want me to stop?” Looking over to her friends she gently shook her head as she began gently swaying her hips. “Not really.”

That was it …. The reeling in was in full flow. With my hand forcefully gripping her arse cheeks, making her sigh I looked down and spotted her nipples pushing through her thin bra and sheer blouse.

“Do you want to come back to mine … for a nightcap?”

Jenna took a long sip of wine as she considered my question. “I don’t know.” I took that to mean a ‘soft yes’.

“It’s not too far … five minutes …. just along the marina, the apartments above the Italian café.” I whispered and licked her ear lobe, making her shiver … but in a good way.

“I don’t know … really… I, I”, she sounded flustered, but wouldn’t take much more persuading, “I…I need to be home by midnight …. My babysitter…. Midnight.” She panted as my arse groping and ear-licking made her nipples stretch the material of her bra and blouse even further while her groin was now rubbing against my thigh.

“Let’s go then,” I finished my beer, tapped my friend Muzzy on the arm and winked as Jenna with glazed eyes looked at her friends and grinned at Tanya, who smiled back.

I took her hand and led her through the throng and outside the bar. With my arm around her waist, I occasionally touched her boob, making her anxiously giggle, “Stop it … someone might see.”

We were soon leaving the lift and into my apartment in just over the five minutes I’d promised. Much to her surprise it was very tidy and tastefully decorated, courtesy my daughter and a weekly cleaner, as I presumed she thought I was bullshitting her about the apartment.

Once in the living room I offered her a drink, but she anxiously shook her head, so I stepped forward, took her in my arms and kissed her fully on the lips for a few seconds, then moved my head back to see her reaction. Her eyes were still sparkling and she burst into a huge smile, so I continued kissing her full lips, poking my tongue into her mouth and she quickly reciprocated, twirling hers around mine as I fondled her tits, swiftly unbuttoning her blouse with my deft fingers then pulling it off her, then after years of practice I unhooked her bra in a second, pulling the straps down her arms, as it too dropped to the floor I began suckling her rock hard nipples and forcefully squeezed her arse again, making her tremble.

I broke the kiss to get a good look at her amazing tits, which seemed massive on her slim frame.

“You look so fucking sexy,” I smiled before planting a gentle kiss on each nipple.

“The bedroom?” I suggested and she nodded. I took her hand again and led her past the kitchen to the master bedroom.

“Wow.” She gasped once inside, “I didn’t expect … you know.” She stumbled over her words as my bedroom was the right side of cool but a bit of a sex den, with three six foot mirrors in the corners facing the king size bed, which as usual was tidy, with ‘hospital corners’.

I took hold of her and kissed her passionately, groping her tits as she stroked my back. “Let’s get you out of these,” I huskily muttered as I unclipped the catch and pulled down the side zip of her tight leather trousers as she automatically breathed in to help.

It had been a while since I had to remove a pair of tight leather trousers, but thankfully Jenna was keen to help, kicking her shoes off then easing the tight trousers off her hips as I pulled them down her legs, revealing a sexy thong that matched her bra. Through which I could see a well-trimmed pussy and a dark wet patch in the middle.

“Have you ever gone black before?” I asked as I eventually peeled her trousers off. “No.” she replied and shook her head while bashfully covering her tits with her arm. “So you’ve never seen a big black cock before?” I leered as she shook her head and looked like a deer in my headlights. “But I bet you’ve fantasised about them … haven’t you?

The young married MILF neither confirmed or denied.

I stood up and sucked in my belly, pulling my pristine white t-shirt off, then my trainers before slowly and sexily removing my cargo pants which made her grin.

Now only in my tight boxers her eyes fixed on my cock which was already about 2/3 the way to its full length of nine inches.

“Jesus!” she cried out and covered her mouth, when I eased my pants off letting my dick swing from side to side. “Don’t worry, there’s still enough in reserve for you to bring out for me.” I chuckled as I knelt on the bed beside her, cock now beginning to poke forwards.

“You did say you thought it was a ‘large one’ back in the bar.” I teased as I made it twitch.

Jenna kept staring at it with her mouth hung open. I slowly took her hand from her boobs and placed it on my swelling shaft.

Even though I can still get a spontaneous and natural erection, I occasionally took a little blue pill to help with how long I could fuck a woman for and had done that earlier in the hope of seducing the redhead.

“Shit!” she gasped, “I’ve never … you know … I’ve heard … but never … you know … Jesus it’s huge!” as her hand automatically began tugging on the shaft, pulling my foreskin back and making my balls twitch.

“Do you suck cock?” I taunted, as not as many married women as you’d expect did, and she shrugged her shoulders, “Sometimes … not for a while.”

“What are you waiting for?” I said as I cupped the back of her head and eased it towards my knob. Without too much pressure she opened her mouth and took my knob in, twisting and twirling her tongue around my velvety tip making me gasp. “You can get more than that in.” I told her as I pulled her head onto my dick.

Jenna made no attempt to stop me as I held her head in place then began leisurely fucking her mouth while her hands kept wanking my shaft and cupping my heavy balls.

“Do you like that?” I mocked her, “Sucking a black man’s cock?” As I slowly fucked her mouth Jenna bobbed her head in time, making gurgling noises.

I kept teasing her and roughly playing with her huge tits, before noticing her moving her eyes to see herself sucking on my big black cock in one of the mirrors.

“What would your husband say if he knew you were sucking a big black cock?” Her eyes flashed up to meet mine but continued sucking and wanking. “Is he the type to hide in the wardrobe wanking his tiny white dick while you go down on a black dick … or two then get fucked ragged by them?”

The dirtier I talked, the more frantic Jenna’s sucking became.

“Lie down on your back.” I grunted and she reluctantly took my saliva covered cock from her mouth and lay down as commanded.

I moved between her legs and slowly removed her thong, which was so wet it was stuck to her married cunt and left a thin line of pussy juice that stuck to her thong. I think she thought I was going to fuck her there and then, and in fairness my cock was as hard as at any time in the last few years but her cunt was so wet, pink and bloated I pushed her legs in the air and pressed my face in the middle, swishing my long tongue from top to bottom of her greasy slit, stopping every now and again to flick and lick her puckered arsehole, making her gasp and moan.

Once I got into a nice rhythm, I had her legs over my shoulders and while roughly shaking her tits I probed her hole with my tongue and rubbed my beard along the soft flesh of her thighs … then inserted a middle finger, pressing down onto the thin membrane as my tongue ‘did the business’.

Jenna was virtually bouncing on the bed moaning and groaning with the occasional, “Oh yes … yes, yes…. Finger me harder, harder!” Which I did as I began sucking and licking her engorged clit.

With a long calloused finger fucking her better and harder than her husband probably did, I roughly slapped her tits as her orgasm built and built until I pulled my finger out of her cunt and pushed an inch or so into her arsehole which put her over the top, screaming “Yes, YES….YES….FUCKING YES!” While her body vibrated like she’d had an electric shock.

Satisfied I’d probably given her the best orgasm of her life, I kissed her pussy for a another minute or so as she came back to earth.

“Was that fun?” I grinned. Jenna smiled and nodded, “does your husband make you cum like that?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Does he go down on you?” Again, her eyes were closed as she shook her head. “He’s a fucking fool,” I smirked as I knelt up and stroked my beard as I made my cock twitch for her.

I edged along the bed, cock swinging for show and asked, “When was the last time you sucked his cock.” Jenna spontaneously took hold of my cock and began tugging and shaking, closing her eyes she muttered, “I don’t know … last year … the year before?”

“Fucking Hell.” I laughed out loud, “your choice or his?” She simply shrugged her shoulders and tugged harder on my swelling cock.

“But you sure as Hell like sucking cock, that’s for sure! Or is it just black cock you like sucking?” She nodded and smiled before bending forward so she could pull my cock into her mouth and began sucking like her life depended on it.

After a couple of minutes, I manoeuvred us until I could lay on my back and she could still suck my dick. Feeling playful I took a leg and pulled it onto my chest. She instinctively knew what I was wanting and moved her legs up and over until she was straddling my chest I could see her wet married cunt pulsing with excitement.

As she sucked with joy, I probed and prodded her cunt, pulling her flaps apart then shoving one then two fingers in and out, pressing upwards and downwards, making her groan as she shook her hips, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper.

I could tell by her breathing getting louder and her taking my big black cock from her mouth to shower it with kisses, she was on the verge of another orgasm.

Using my upper body strength, I lifted her hips and arse into the air then buried my face in her sopping cunt again, filling it with two fingers at the same time as I ferociously licked her clit.

She tried to keep sucking but couldn’t as her orgasm built and built, then with two fingers in her cunt I pushed another one deep into her arsehole, “What are you doing?” She screamed as both hands pistonned into her holes while my tongue flicked and suckled her clit.

“Uggh …uggh ….. oooh …. OOOH…. OH FUCK… OH FUCK!” She screamed then as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt a huge orgasm took over, making her shake and shimmy … then she lost all control, and …. Woosh! She squirted whatever it was all over my face and chest.

“What … what was that?” She panted while still shaking. “You just squirted on me.” I laughed while wiping my face with some tissues. “What? What do you mean” “You lost control and ‘squirted’ on me … I’ve only seen it once before, but yours was the most powerful.”

Her face was a picture as she tried to make sense of what she’d just done.

“My turn now.” I grinned after looking at the clock which read 11.20. “Get your legs open!”

Her smile lit up the room as she held her legs wide open and her cunt glistening in anticipation.

I slid between her legs and began rubbing my face over her massive tits as I tried to find the right spot for my cock. Jenna was as eager as me and took hold between our bodies and found the spot for me … and in it slid.

“Oh FUCK!” She squealed when it was about halfway in, “it’s too big…. Too fucking big.”

“Just relax … just relax.” I reassured her, as I gently fucked her, edging a bit more cock inside with every thrust.

“Too big!” she groaned while rolling her hips, “it’s massive … I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“It’s not too big … your cunt is too tight.” I sniggered, “but it won’t be when I’m finished with it.”

After all we’d been through in the last hour my balls were nearly ready to burst, but I wanted to give her the fuck of a lifetime.

Thankfully the numbing effect of the blue pill helped as I picked up speed, battering her pretty pink cunt with my big black cock.

Jenna was groaning and moaning with every hard thrust and trying to meet them with thrusts of her own.

“Have you ever been fucked like this before?” “No … no … oh my God NO!” My married MILF panted in between groans. “So your husband doesn’t fuck you this good?” She took a few seconds thought, but went along with my goading, “No… never …. His cock … your cock …. Oh fuck!” I pounded away, knowing I would cum soon if she kept talking dirty. “So why is this so good?” “Your cock … oh my God … your cock … it’s so big!” “What else is it about my cock …. That turns you on?” Gasping for air Jenna looked puzzled. “Because I’ve got a …. What?” The penny dropped and she grinned, “You’ve got a big fucking black cock … a great big black fucking cock!”

I laughed out loud in a bellow then nearly pushed off her so she was further up the bed as my last few thrusts were so intense. With a power I didn’t know I had I managed to pull my cock out of her gaping cunt just in time for my ejaculation to spurt all over her pubes, one dollop after another. “Jesus! How much is there?” Jenna smiled but looked stunned as I squeezed more out.

“Black man cum, baby … black man cum, more than the average bear.”

Jenna half sat up examining the copious jizz on her pubic hair. “Clean it up for me baby.” I panted forcefully, pointing my dick at her.

“But … but … I’ve never … you know.” She looked squeamish at the prospect of licking the cum from my dick.

“There’s a first time for everything … get sucking.” With only a smidgin of reluctance the young married woman bent forward and took my fat cock in her mouth, running her tongue around my knob and sucking on my piss hole, hoovering up my spunk and her juices, then running her tongue down my shaft licking up the rest, before looking up at me like the cat that got the cream.

We lay snuggled up for a few minutes then she saw the time was nearing midnight.

“Oh shit! I have to go.” I knew she had mentioned a babysitter, but teased, “what will your husband think when he smells my spunk on you and your cunt’s been stretched?”

As she pulled her thong on forgetting her pubes were covered in jizz, she scowled but continued pulling them up, smearing the goo onto the gauze. “Thankfully … he’s at work and will never know.”

“Nightshift?” I asked as I ordered an Uber. She looked at me and pondered a moment, while pulling her leather trousers up, tits wobbling with every tug, much to my amusement.

“The rigs,” she proffered. “Oh … two weeks on then two off?” I remembered out loud.

She nodded and sighed, “it’s ten days off really.” as she adjusted her bra. “So plenty of time for us to have plenty of afternoon delight.” I grinned, “You’re the best fuck I’ve had for years.” (I half lied)

Jenna sighed, then smiled, “I’ve never … done anything like this before … never cheated.”

“But you loved it didn’t you? I saw you looking in the mirrors when you were sucking my cock and when I was fucking you. It’s like starring in your own porno, isn’t it?” I grinned.

“That’s as maybes,” she sighed buttoning her blouse, as the Uber confirmed he was outside. “I don’t know.”

“Here’s my number, if you want to come around one afternoon … or night call me or text.” I handed her a business card with my mobile number on. “No pressure … but I’d love to do this again.”

I hauled my shorts on and accompanied her to the pavement and kissed her goodbye, giving the driver a £10 tip as I mouthed …. “Call me.”

TBC

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