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A Passion for Penny

By: SuburbanSinner



This is the true story of how, after knowing each other for more than ten years, I found myself in bed with one of our closest family friends.

I've changed the names and a few other details that might give too big a clue to my or Penny's true identities, but otherwise this is exactly how it happened – or at least it's how I remember it!

In her early forties, a highly educated professional woman with two teenage children, Penny isn't one of those women you would immediately see and lust after. She's quite tall, with short dark hair and her body is angular - perhaps even skinny - rather than slim. Her face is full of character and distinctive, rather than beautiful. But without knowing it, I've wanted to make love to her for many years.

For most of the time I've known her, Penny has had a rather intense, commanding personality. She's highly intelligent and well educated, and tends to want her own way most of the time. Her husband, a very good friend of mine, has found it easiest to let her have her way in most things; as a result, Penny can be cold and hard when thwarted in any way. For years I found this harder side of her personality to be quite off-putting, but gradually, beginning in the October of 2003, things began to change.

I suppose we all desire most the things we do not possess. In Penny and my case, this has been particularly true. My wife is quite short, with a rounded figure – not by any means fat - and blonde hair. In contrast, Penny is tall and angular with dark hair. My wife's breasts are large and full. Penny's breasts are small. My wife's legs are shorter and muscular. Penny's are long, slim and pale.

And I feel strongly attracted to both of them.

Similarly, Penny's husband is short whereas I am very tall. His skin is tanned while mine is paler. He has more hair all over his body than anyone I have ever encountered; in contrast I have little body hair which, as a consequence of my wife's aversion to it, has been trimmed even shorter.

I suppose in this perverse way Penny were bound to be interested in each other.

For a full ten years our two families got on well together – kids about the same age, interests similar – and there was little or no sexual content to our friendship. It's true that, when I sat next to Penny at dinner parties, the conversation often took on a sexual nature, but there was no real suggestion of anything more - until one New Year party when I realised that, gradually but undeniably, something had significantly changed.

Looking back, I can now see how it began with small things – holding on to me just a fraction longer than she used to when kissing goodnight on the cheek; the conversation turning sexual slightly more often than usual; occasionally 'accidentally' not turning her head far enough at the end of an evening so we kissed slightly on the lips by mistake. 

Nothing concrete, but in retrospect a sexual frisson was definitely developing. Of course, I failed to spot this at the time!

Gradually, when making arrangements for our families to meet, or to help with each other's kids, it became my mobile phone that Penny called or sent texts to rather than my wife's. Text conversations involved more than just one or two practical sentences; Penny's messages began to end with an 'X'.

Only small things again, but gradually they added up to a distinct change in the nature of my relationship with her. And because it happened slowly, it had become bedded in long before either of us realised it.

It was only after one long, slightly drunken Friday night dinner party at the house of mutual friends that things suddenly changed in a way that even I couldn't miss. 

Penny seldom drinks, but that night she and her husband had been given a lift to the dinner by some other guests, so Penny was free to have a few glasses of wine. Amusingly, she gets giggly after only a couple of glasses and, predictably sitting next to me, she became a little tipsy quite early on.

We had been discussing the holiday that our two families were planning to go on together in the summer. I had gathered together a bag of brochures and had short-listed half a dozen to select from. Penny's husband always lets her choose their holidays, and my wife leaves the decisions to me, so it was normal and natural for the two of us to talk them over. I offered to give Penny the bag of brochures I had brought with me, together with my hand written notes, so she could look them over and tell me what she thought. 

That was when things changed. Penny put her hand on mine and a slightly odd look came over her face. Her voice when she spoke was low and conspiratorial.

"No!" She said. "Bring them over on Monday after the kids have gone to school."

I was silent for a minute. A little tipsy myself, I wasn't sure I had understood her correctly?

"Monday morning?" I asked, testing the situation. "So Paul can see them too?"

"Paul will have gone off with the kids." Penny whispered, a little drunkenly, a meaningful smile on her face. She squeezed my hand under the table and turned to chat to the friend on her other side. I sat back, bemused.

The rest of the dinner passed off without event. I thought that Penny's leg 'accidentally' brushed against mine more often than chance alone would have allowed, but by the time we were all standing in the hallway saying our 'thank you' and 'goodnights' I was beginning to doubt whether there had been any 'message' at all.

The guests walked as an elongated group along the long driveway to our cars, the night dark and moonless around us. My wife turned as she opened the car door and Penny gave her a goodnight peck on the cheek. I shook hands with Paul, both of us slurring our words slightly.

As Penny casually leaned towards me for the usual farewell kiss, I had decided that it had all been an illusion brought on by too much good wine. But then as I bent to kiss her goodnight, she turned her head – it had to be deliberately – and I found myself kissing her full on the lips. 

In the pitch darkness, her lips opened for a fraction of a second. I felt the hardness of her teeth on my mouth and the sudden, hot, soft thrust of her tongue against mine.

She pulled away suddenly, smiling.

"See you on Monday!" he whispered. "Sleep well!"

I stood speechless until my wife's voice brought me to my senses. I sat in the car and she drove us home.

Not surprisingly I spent the rest of the weekend with a belly full of butterflies, unsure whether Penny had really invited me to be alone with her; and even less sure whether I should take up the invitation if there had been one. 

No! I wasn't unsure – I knew full well I shouldn't, but I equally knew I had to see if I had been right. I had never cheated on my wife before – despite a number of opportunities and our own unsatisfactory sex life.

Besides, I had always thought of Penny more like a sister than a friend. Suddenly, to my horror, I realised that this made the idea of making love with her even more exciting. 

I spent an anxious Sunday and a restless Sunday, my head already full of lust and guilt even though I had done nothing....yet. By the time I went to bed on Sunday night I had convinced myself that it had all been a misunderstanding and that I wasn't interested in her anyway.

By the time I woke in the morning, however, I knew I had to at least see if I had been right.....

So on Monday morning at 7.30 am, I parked my car just round the corner from Penny's house on a busy through-road where it would not attract attention. I waited patiently, half listening to the news on the radio and watching the driveway until I saw the automatic wooden gates swing inwards, and her husband's car, full of children, leave for school. 

I had told my wife that I had an early appointment with a customer in Leeds and had left the house early myself. She had no reason to suspect. Early appointments happened on a weekly basis.

I fired up the engine and quickly nipped through the open gates and up the long straight driveway to the front door. In the rear view mirror, I saw the gates swing shut behind me. 

Drawing to a halt, I pulled on the hand brake and stepped nervously out of my car. I looked around carefully. The house seemed deserted as I took my plastic bag of brochures out of the back seat and looked up at the windows. 

The room I knew to be their master bedroom had its curtains drawn. Suddenly there was movement behind the drapes and I thought I saw a face. It disappeared just as suddenly. Nervously I adjusted my tie and also the lie of my cock which was already hardening uncomfortably in my boxer shorts.

I crossed to the red front door and knocked softly. There was no response. I knocked a little harder and thought I could just make out the sound of running feet inside the house. There was a fumbling at the door; it opened a few inches then stopped, held by the security chain. Through the gap, I could just make out Penny's face. She had a bathrobe pulled around her tightly. 

She didn't smile. My heart sank.

"Hi Penny." I stammered, trying vainly to keep a casual note in my voice.

The door closed in my face. Oh God! I thought. Have I made a mistake? Did I misread her messages?

But then I heard a rattling as the security chain was unfastened and the door slowly swung open. Penny stood inside, her eyes on mine. There was a strange look on her face which did not at first reassure me.

"Is this a bad time?" I asked, giving us both the chance to back out, or for me to pretend I'd come for some other reason.

Penny just grinned in an embarrassed manner. As she looked at me, her bathrobe fell ever-so-slightly open – just the tiniest bit – before Penny pulled it tightly around her again. Has that been deliberate? Through the gap I thought I could see she was wearing sexy pale lace underwear – that wasn't normal for a Monday, surely? 

"Oh God!" I thought. "Perhaps I was right!"

"Come in." She whispered and, with my belly alive with butterflies, I entered the hall. 

"I've brought those holiday brochures for you." I said nervously, my voice squeaking stupidly as she closed the front door behind me.

"Thanks." Penny smiled. "Have you got time for a coffee?" 

I looked at my watch. Stupid again. I knew exactly what the time was and how long I could stay. "Please." I replied.

Penny led the way down the short corridor and into her large, sun filled kitchen. I followed her, still frantically seeking signs that I'd not been mistaken – that she DID want me. I noticed her nicely brushed hair. That certainly wasn't how it had been when she had got out of bed. As she passed me, I could smell the sweet newly-showered freshness of her skin. Was that a sign too?

As Penny filled the kettle, I placed the bag of brochures down on the wooden kitchen table.

"There are a few choices in here. But it's difficult to find properties big enough for us all." I said, trying to maintain the pretence it was an innocent visit. I was pleased that my voice sounded a little more normal. 

Penny crossed to the table, 'accidentally' brushing against me as she passed. I stood my ground close to the table, still nervous and unsure, looking for a clear signal – any signal.

She thumbed through the top two brochures, her hips touching mine. Was this the signal? Still I couldn't be certain - her conversation remained practical; to the point. Perhaps I had made a big mistake. Perhaps I hadn't, but she'd changed her mind. Perhaps....

I was brought to my senses as, across the room, the kettle began to boil noisily. Penny stood up slowly, brushing against me once again, and went to make the coffee. The stomach-tingling smell of her perfume wafted past me again. I felt sick with excitement.

The wonderful aroma of Penny was joined by the strong smell of freshly ground coffee as she ground the dark beans in the noisy, rasping shiny steel machine on the kitchen dresser. She to me spoke over the machine's din.

"....I think the Victorian cottage in the blue brochure would be nice...." Penny continued as if unaware of the effect her presence was having on me. "....but then a seaside place would be nice too... Oh Hell!" She swore under her breath.

"What' the matter?" I asked crossing over to where she stood.

"I can't get the lid open. Can you have a go?" She asked.

Always pleased to play the big strong male, I smiled and, standing close by Penny, took hold of the machine's stainless steel lid. She grasped the grinder's body tightly and made a show of bracing herself.

"Got it?" I asked. Penny nodded. Our bodies were pressed close together as I wrenched the lid anti-clockwise.

It turned very easily. It had not been jammed. I looked at Penny, puzzled.

And she kissed me. On the lips! Full and purposeful! No accident!

It was as if a long closed door had burst open. 

Suddenly ten years of bottled up desire broke free as our mouths melted into one another in the heat and passion of our first real kiss. Our teeth clashed awkwardly and our tongues writhed over and around each other as our hands leapt to each other's bodies as if we were teenage school kids all over again. 

Penny tasted cleanly of mint toothpaste, with just a hint of fresh coffee on her breath. Her body smelled of bath oil, her hair bore the lightest aroma of roses. I held her firmly against my body, drinking in the heady, sensual cocktail of her presence, my chest and belly tight with astonishment and incredible arousal.

After what seemed an age, our lips parted and we both gasped for breath, giggling like school kids. My lips felt a little numb. How many yeas had it been since that had happened? Penny leaned back in my arms, her body still closely pressed against mine. She couldn't possibly mistake the erection in my pants as it pressed firmly into her lower belly. She laughed.

"I thought you were never going to make a move." Her eyes were bright and lively. "You big dope!" She kissed me playfully on the lips again. "How obvious did I need to make it?" 

I felt very silly, my face flushing red with embarrassment. Penny grinned and kissed me on the mouth once again. We melted together in a second passionate embrace. My hands slipped deep inside her bathrobe and around her waist, feeling the soft smooth skin of her back as they slid both up and down her spine from the silky smooth waistband of her panties to the tightly fastened clasp of her bra. I felt her firm, smooth buttocks under the silk of her panties and she pressed herself back against my palm, then forwards against my painfully-hard cock again.

Penny's arms snaked around my neck and my fingers danced over her skin. I kneaded her soft, silk clad buttocks; I ran my fingernails down her sides; I stroked her flat smooth stomach; I fondled her small silk encased breasts. All the time, Penny's tongue reached deep into my mouth, entwining with my own, our mouths open wide as trying to consume each other entirely, her bony, active pelvis grinding against my erection.

We broke for breath once again, giggling a little in relieved arousal. Penny released my neck and, stepping away from me, let her bathrobe fall to the ground. My eyes opened wide in delight.

She wore expensive, pale lemon coloured silk underwear which highlighted the whiteness and softness of her skin. Loose fitting, lace trimmed French knickers covered her buttocks, the fine silk almost transparent; the outline of her dark triangle clearly visible through its fine weave. Above her flat, slightly stretch-lined stomach, a matching bra barely concealed and temptingly presented her small breasts in a way which simply demanded the attention of my lips.

Penny looked a little unsure, her eyes turned to the floor.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, unable to stifle the childish gasp. To my relief, Penny looked pleased.

"You like it?" She whispered. I nodded eagerly. "I've never.....you know.....let anyone but Paul see me like.......like this...."

I took her fingers in mine and kissed them, then her lips, then knelt before her, my face close to her wonderful breasts. I breathed on their tips and saw her nipples harden through the silk. I drew each nipple in turn into my mouth, lightly flicking my tongue over its tip as my hand gently cupped its soft round body. I felt Penny tremble.

She placed a single finger under my chin, tipping my face towards hers.

"Not here." She whispered. "Come with me."

I rose to my feet. Penny took my hand I hers and led me out of the kitchen and up the stairs to where I knew the guest bedroom to be. I closed the door behind us and quickly undressed down to my boxer shorts, my eyes never leaving Penny's as she slowly lay back on the off-white duvet on the large double bed.

I went to the window to close the curtains but Penny stopped me.

"I love the sunlight." She said. "Leave them open." Indeed, the morning sun was playing brightly over the bed, making Penny's skin look even paler; her silk lingerie almost glowing.

I lowered and kicked of my boxers, my erection slapping eagerly against my lower belly. Penny stared at my body. Suddenly I felt embarrassed. I'm much less muscular than her husband – what if she didn't want me at this late stage?

But my fears were assuaged when Penny reached out towards me. I approached the bed, placing a hand on each of her pale white knees and spreading her legs. I knelt on the floor, pulling Penny's body towards me until one long, slim leg was either side of my head.

Her freshly showered body was pale and soft, her knees, hips and shoulders bony and angular. As my mouth descended between her legs, I felt her white thighs rising like ivory towers either side of my face. 

I closed my eyes as my lips brushed against the lemon silk covering her pubic hair. Her body was clean – freshly showered by the sweet soapy smell, but already I could detect the smell and distant metallic taste of her excitement. There was a dark, damp patch on the silk between her thighs, and I could clearly feel the animal heat of her arousal on my face as I ran my tongue along the crease at the top of her thigh. I slipped my little finger under the hem of her knickers. Penny moaned softly and raised her hips towards my mouth. The dark wet patch grew wider on the smooth silk. 

I began to slip the knickers down over Penny's buttocks and was delighted when she raised her hips from the bed to let me reveal her sweet vulva. I quickly passed the damp panties over her smooth white thighs; over her slightly knobbly knees and threw them aside.

Penny's beautiful sex was bare before me for the first time. My chest felt tight with excitement. Her pubic hair was sparse, dark and trimmed - even sweeter than I had imagined it. I felt her fingers in my hair as I turned my full attention to the delight before me.

Burying my nose between her fleshy outer lips, I inhaled deeply, feeling my spine shiver with the deeply arousing aroma of Penny's body coming on heat. I breathed out, my hot breath rolling over her inner lips as my tongue darted outward and upwards to tickle the underside of her swelling clitoris. Her smooth white thighs clamped hard around my head and I heard the muffled sound of a deep moan as her pelvis shook.

I slipped the palms of my hands under her soft white buttocks and gently raised her vulva to my lips, tilting her pelvis as her heels touched my back. Her outer lips swelled and parted before my eyes, revealing the bright pink sweetness of her inner lips within.

In a single smooth move, I slid the tip of my tongue the full length of her slit, from its rounded, open base to the hard nub of her clitoris above. Penny gasped aloud and a small, animal-like whimper escaped her lips. I lapped at her again and again, feeling her legs open wider and wider as if to draw me into her. 


A Passion for Penny Ch. 02



This is the continuing story of a true life affair between two close family friends. 

Its passionate beginning is told in my first story - A Passion for Penny – which has been more controversial than I had ever imagined it could be.

For those of you who so passionately disapprove of two married people having an affair and have expressed yourselves so forcefully both in Public Comments and in messages to me, I can only say that I did not intend to offend and indeed have also received many complimentary messages about the story.

I am sorry if the story touched a raw nerve with some readers, but I can only accept responsibility for my own actions, not those of others. I should therefore warn everyone that if you are distressed by stories about 'cheating' then this second story is not for you either.

Whatever your views, I cannot change the fact that our affair did happen; it was wonderful and exciting while it was happening; and I do not regret that it happened. 

But to be honest, I do not regret the fact that it is over now either.

For those who haven't read Part 1, Penny and I are both in our early forties, married (though not to each other) and each of us has two teenage children. 

Penny is a highly educated professional and, I suppose, not really one of those women you would immediately lust after. She's tall and pale, with short dark hair and brown eyes that are usually a little cold – but which for me became bright and exciting. Her body is angular - perhaps even skinny rather than slim, and bears the unmistakeable signs of having borne two children. Her breasts are small but round and surprisingly firm. Her face is full of character and distinctive, rather than beautiful and she has a commanding, somewhat aggressive personality which many find off-putting.

And she is without a doubt the most exciting lover I have ever had.

* * * * *

Not surprisingly, after Penny and I had spent those first incredible hours in bed together, the rest of the day passed in something of a daze. I drove northwards to my business meeting – a meeting in which I had to fight hard to concentrate – and Penny of course went to her work.

I simply could not believe that it had all really happened! But the memory of her wonderful body, the smell of her on my clothes and the hot soreness between my legs were all too obvious evidence for it to have been a dream.

For the first hour of my homeward journey, I felt as if I was riding a cloud! Barely noticing the heavy traffic, my mind raced back to the way Penny had looked in her silk underwear; how she had enticed me; how she had tasted; how she had smelt; how she had sounded. How different all these things were from my wife.

Oh God! My wife! 

Suddenly an avalanche of guilt descended upon me. God! How it descended! A cold, almost painful fear gripped my chest and I began to sweat.

...How could I have cheated on my wife Jane? 

...On my friend Paul? 

...On our kids? 

...Had we just destroyed both of our marriages? 

...How on earth could I behave normally with Penny now?

...How could I see her again? 

...And how could I not see her? 

...How could I carry on at home as if nothing had changed?

...Did I want it to stop now and forget it happened?

...Did I want it to go on and on? 

...What if Penny had an attack of conscience and confessed all to Paul?

...What if.....

There were just too many questions. My head span as I drove along, going over them in my mind as the miles passed by painfully slowly.

Eventually I realised there was only one possible way forward. Penny and I had to talk and talk soon if my mind was ever going to be pacified. I dialled her mobile with my hands-free phone. The ringing tone echoed around the car as I waited anxiously for her to pick up the call, my chest aching with anticipation. 

It rang and rang and then went to the answer phone. Penny's recorded voice, cold and professional, filled the car. I swore aloud and hung up. Ten minutes later I dialled again but with the same frustrating result. Reluctantly giving up, I turned the car radio on, increased the volume and tried to concentrate on the road.

The loud music and heavy traffic helped to make me concentrate less on my conscience and more on my driving as the weather deteriorated, so I was surprised about an hour later when my mobile rang once to tell me I had received a text message. I pressed 'show' and eagerly looked at the screen. It was from Penny.

'Saw yr calls. In meeting cant talk how do u feel?' I read.

As luck would have it, a motorway service station was only five miles ahead. I drove far too quickly towards it and parked in the far corner of the car park.

I took my mobile out of its holder and, clumsily typing with one finger, I replied

'cant believe it happnd' There was a long pause after I pressed 'send'.

'regret it?' eventually appeared on my screen.

'no but feel v v guilty' I replied, honestly.

'me too can we meet 2mrrw to talk it thru?' Penny asked.

'not easy 4 me wt time?'

'8am ok?'

'ok' I typed. There was an even longer pause.

'not sorry. Hope u r not' Penny's words twisted the knot in my chest further.

'I want you' I typed and pressed 'send'. I was aghast at myself. Where had the guilt and remorse suddenly gone?

After a minute, my phone beeped once again. I looked nervously at the screen.

'I want u 2 J''

There was a long, long pause before my phone beeped a last time.

'my hse 2mrw 8am. Gtg now xx' 

I sat back in the driver's seat, staring at Penny's last message, bewildered.

Needless to say, after a very distracted evening and a night of broken sleep, the following morning found me once again in my car outside Penny's house. I watched and waited until Paul had left for work, taking the kids to school on his way. Again I drove quickly up the driveway and parked outside the front door as the automatic gates closed silently behind me.

I knocked on the front door just as I had done the previous morning and waited, pacing up and down on the driveway, still wondering what on earth to do for the best – my conscience and my lust in full pitched battle.

After what seemed an age, the door opened and a serious-faced Penny opened the door to let me in. I gulped. She was dressed for work in a smart dark blue, pin-striped skirt, a freshly pressed white blouse and dark blue cravat. She wore only a little light makeup. Her hair was brushed and shiny.

Whereas the previous day she had looked sexy and available, today she looked calmly professional; very cool; very intimidating. On a coat hanger in the hallway hung her suit jacket and her laptop computer stood in a soft leather case ready to be taken to her office.

I could barely relate this sophisticated academic with the hot, passionate, woman I had made love with so passionately only 24 hours before. And yet.......

"Hi" I said as I crossed the threshold, feeling the inadequacy of the greeting but unsure how to respond given our newfound intimacy. We pecked each other awkwardly on the cheek. 

"Coffee?" Penny asked as if nothing had changed.

"Please!" I said, remembering that I never did get my coffee the previous day. The reason why made my loins stir. I tried to dismiss the feeling as I followed her through to the kitchen.

This time there were no spurious problems with the coffee grinder and in an awkward silence I watched Penny's skilful preparation of the hot, strong drinks, trying to think what to say to the old friend who had just become my new lover.

In the end Penny saved me.

"I don't regret it, Tom." She said, characteristically coming straight to the point. "I had a bad night thinking about it, but I don't regret it."

I breathed a sigh of relief for so many reasons.

"I feel the same. I hardly slept at all. I just can't believe it really happened."

Penny opened the large American style fridge door and poured milk into the two coffee cups. She passed one to me and sipped her own.

"Cheers!" She said ironically, and sat down on a tall wooden stool at the kitchen table, staring slightly vacantly out of the window. It was a beautiful bright morning, cold but sunny.

She took another sip of the piping hot, strong coffee. I stood behind her, sipping my own tentatively. Our bodies were close; almost, but not quite touching. 

"Did you......did you enjoy it?" I asked, hating the gauche words but, like all men, needing to know – at least needing to hear the 'right' words whether they were true or not.

Penny smiled. "I'm surprised you need to ask." She swivelled on the stool until she faced me. "It was......quite pleasant." My face must have betrayed my inner feelings because her mouth suddenly broke into a wide grin.

"It was fantastic. You know that." She laughed. "And don't fish for compliments again!"

I happily accepted the scolding.

"But is that it? Should we stop now before we do any lasting damage?" I asked. Penny stared out of the window again, apparently lost in thought.

"Do you want to stop?" She challenged, giving me no clue as to her own desires.

"I mean, where do we go from here?" I continued, trying to keep my voice steady, matter-of-fact.

"I wondered that too." Her voice was oddly flat, unemotional. "Where do you want to go?" She countered again.

I laughed awkwardly, but the truth burst out of me. "Right now? Straight back to bed with you!"

God! What a stupid thing to say at such a moment! I felt like hitting myself on the head with a brick. Or perhaps Penny would do it for me!

"What are you like?" Penny laughed and I offered up a silent prayer of thanks as she turned on the stool to face me again. 

Our thighs touched. It was deliberate. It had to be!

Putting my cup down on the kitchen worktop, I placed my hands gently on her shoulders. Penny tilted her head to one side until it rested on my forearm. Her short hair was soft and silky. I could smell her perfume – today light and unobtrusive in contrast to yesterday's rich, heady seductive scent.

I began to relax as it dawned on me that perhaps everything would be alright. 

"The right thing to do is to stop now and try to forget all about it." Penny continued almost objectively as if she was talking to one of her clients. 

"I know." I replied, gently massaging her shoulders and neck. "But I'm not sure I can just go back to how things used to be. Not after – you know!"

"Just say it, Tom!" Penny said, slightly annoyed. "Say what really happened! After we made love – had sex – fucked each other yesterday! We'll never decide anything if we don't face facts!" 

The sound of these crude words coming from this smart, intelligent, successful woman were unbelievably arousing.

"And the facts are...." I prompted her.

"The facts are that we both wanted it, we both enjoyed it and – frankly – we were both good at it - Ouch!"

I had continued to massage her shoulders gently as she spoke, but her words had distracted me and thoughtlessly I had pressed too hard. The unexpected compliment made me feel ludicrously pleased.

"So where DO we go from here?" I re-iterated the question.

Suddenly a car engine sounded close by in the street outside. Penny jumped up and went to the window to investigate. I followed, leaning forward over her to see, my body pressed against hers, but my head hidden from view – riddled with guilt although as yet we had nothing to hide from the world.

"It can't be Paul back this early." She insisted in a hoarse whisper.

"It isn't." I said looking down the long driveway at a long dark saloon parked across the end. "Whose car is that?"

Penny breathed out heavily in relief. "It's that nosy old man from next door in his new car. He's not very good at parking it yet."

"Or perhaps he just wants to know what my car is doing here at this time of day." I suggested.

We watched in anxious silence as the saloon reversed clumsily out of the gateway and drove away.

Penny breathed out theatrically in supposed relief. 

"It's not as if we were.....doing......anything..." She said, wriggling her bottom against my thighs.

Suddenly I felt overpowered by the warmth of Penny's body close in front of me. I pressed forwards slightly, my midriff against her firm, slightly bony buttocks. In silent response, she reached back with her hands until they rested slightly clumsily on my hips. 

She leaned back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, all regret forgotten, all pretence of reluctance dismissed.

"We've both got work to go to." She said softly. From behind, I kissed her hair, nuzzling her ear as my arms drew her close into me.

"Well, soon. Anyway...Perhaps..." She whispered, giving me a meaningful look.

I took my cue. "I reckon so." I replied and stroked my palms slowly up and down her wiry upper arms, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin silk of her blouse. I bent my lips to her ear again and whispered "Have we got time?"

"Mmmm!" Penny murmured breathlessly. 

I buried my nose in her hair as she leaned backwards against my chest, her firm buttocks pressing against my groin. My hands slid down over her hips to caress her taut cheeks and thighs through her smart skirt, teasing the hem of her blouse from under its waistband to allow my fingers to explore the smooth skin under her neatly pressed white blouse. My fingertips danced on her flat stomach. 

I felt her shiver as her weight pressed against me, turning her head to one side, tilting her chin upwards and backwards to offer me her soft lips. I kissed her lightly, our lips barely touching as my fingers climbed towards her breasts.

Penny responded passionately - our mouths opened and our tongues entwined. My fingers climbed further up her flat stomach until at last they found small, firm breasts enclosed in a small stiff bra. Under the material, her nipples were erect. I slid them between my fingers and nipped them lightly. 

Penny giggled, her back still towards me then, grasping the loose hem of her blouse with both hands, she slowly rolled it up her body and over her head. She pulled her slender arms out of the fastened cuffs before casting it aside. 

I felt the warmth of her naked brown back through my neatly pressed shirt and the strain of my hardening cock within my pants. My hands fumbled with the central clasp of her bra, my wrists pressing on her nipples until I finally flicked it open and slipped it down her slender arms and away. I cupped her small, firm breasts in my palms. The touch of my fingers exciting her as she ground her buttocks firmly into my groin, my cock now a hard growing pressure in her lower back. 

I let my hands slide down her slim bony body as I lowered myself to my knees on the wooden kitchen floor behind her. I looked at her long slender legs, loving the contrast between her pale skin and the dark smartness of her pin striped skirt. I ran my hands over her stockinged ankles and I saw her grasp the edge of the kitchen table in front of her. 

Penny said nothing but I thought I felt her brace herself. I lowered my head and, as my fingertips began to stroke the outside of her ankles, I drew my tongue in a long straight line up the inside of her right calf, to rest momentarily behind her knee. Penny seemed to hold her breath, her body tense and eager.

I lowered my head again, and this time gently licked the back of her left calf, my fingers again stroking her soft nylon covered flesh as my tongue drew a cool wet line across her skin. Penny held the table more tightly still. Pausing only to adjust my position, I gently slid my palms up the outside of Penny's thighs to the hem of her skirt, then back down again to her knees. 

I waited for a response and found it in a distinct hesitation in the rhythm of her breathing. 

I felt bolder now, and began to run my firm, moist tongue up the inside of her thighs as my hands once again began their journey up their outsides. I paused as my face met the hem of her skirt and my tongue moved to her other leg, descending to her knees once again, the coarse mesh of her stockings contrasting sharply with the smoothness of her skin. Above me, I heard Penny sigh and felt her lean forward slightly over the sturdy wooden table top.

After a moment's pause, I began to ascend her thighs again, my tongue, now flattened, reaching far between her thighs to touch the soft flesh within. 

To my delight, Penny opened her legs the merest fraction and I tongued deeper between her inviting thighs as she so clearly desired. My head once again touched the hem of her skirt, but this time when I paused, Penny reached behind and raised the skirt to her waist, opening her legs yet further and bending deeper over the smooth oak table top until her buttocks stuck provocatively outwards and towards my face.

My mouth was merely inches from her vulva, barely covered by her clean, white, g-string panties above the tight, dark tops of her hold-up stockings. As my hot breath reached her buttocks, I saw her cheeks open a fraction further as she bent low over the table, her moisture beginning to darken the narrow strip of cloth of her g-string as it passed between her long straight legs.

I placed one hand gently on each cheek and spread them further apart, at the same time boldly drawing my tongue between them, along the deep cleft and over her tightly puckered, silk covered anus. Penny gasped with surprise at the unfamiliar feeling and I saw her knuckles whiten momentarily as she gripped the table firmly. She opened her legs an inch wider in eager response, her long, slim pale legs now almost straddling my face. 

Recognizing this silent invitation I slid both my hands up under her rumpled, waist-high skirt and gripped the sides of her g-string panties in my fingers. Slowly but firmly I drew them down over her buttocks to her ankles, kissing her bare cheeks on the way. Penny tried to kick them off, but her left foot caught in the elastic. I helped her free herself and threw the moist panties onto the table before returning to my knees behind her. 

Her vulva now naked, Penny's sweet wetness was merely inches from my face again. I could barely control myself. Holding her buttocks apart, my lithe, active tongue darted forward to find between her short, tightly-curled pubic hair, the soft, moist, warm entrance to her most private place. I licked the full length of her exposed slit, beginning near her hardening clitoris, and then moving upwards between her swelling outer lips before diving deeply into her vagina. I moved my firm pointed tongue briefly in and out of her slit, before moving again upwards and across her perineum. With the barest touch of my tongue on her anus again, I drew back a little and looked for further encouragement.

I was not disappointed. Penny's eyes looked dreamy and half drunk as she looked over her shoulder to see why I had stopped. She smiled and, dropping to my knees once more, I let my tongue slowly explore the depths of her vulva – first soft against her buttocks, then firm against the underside of her clitoris and finally pointed, penetrating her hot, salty vagina. 

I felt her legs tremble, her knees involuntarily bending as they lowered her precious passage further onto my eager mouth. I could feel and taste her body moistening more and more and with one hand she began to stroke her own small, firm breasts as they dangled almost comically over the table. I licked her again, at first in long, firm strokes the length of her vulva, then in short sharp stabbing movements in and out of her vagina. 

Penny's breath came in gasps. I could feel her getting hotter; I could see her hot, sweet body opening before me; I could smell her mounting excitement in my nostrils; I could taste her honey on my tongue; I could feel the bitter sweetness of her juices contrasting with the roughness of her pubic hair in my mouth. I could hear her beginning to pant and felt her knees trembling at my touch. 




A Passion for Penny Ch. 02



I needed her now.

Penny uttered soft sounds of disappointment as I drew my sticky face away from her vulva and rose slowly to my feet. The bulge in my dark suit trousers was now painfully tight and with relief, I unfastened my belt and slipped them to the ground. My cock, almost fully erect, burst ridiculously through the elastic top of my boxer shorts, strong and determined.

Raising herself upright, Penny turned to face me, her eyes soft and dreamy with her excitement. She kissed me then pulled back, licking her lips as she tasted her own juices around my mouth. Placing my hands on her slim waist, I lifted her gently as she backed her buttocks on to the table top, then leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs wantonly.

Wasting no time, I quickly took my place between her pale, open thighs, lifting her rumpled skirt high up and over her belly, concealing the small stretch marks that I found so incomprehensibly arousing. The paleness of her thighs below the dark material of the skirt, the darkness of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the redness of her engorged vulva below made me harder and harder. 

God I wanted her!

I took my cock in my right hand and, with my left below her right knee, positioned myself with its swollen head poised at her gaping entrance.

I sensed rather than saw Penny brace herself as in one smooth movement, I grasped both her legs below the knee and drove my full length in one hard stroke into her hot, wet opening. I heard her gasp out loud as I plunged into her, her hot, loose wetness surrounding my hard shaft. I felt the coolness of her buttocks pressing against my upper thighs and the heat of her vagina now surrounding my cock. 

It felt simply incredible!

I drew myself back slowly and paused, before driving myself into her again and again, each time drawing right back so that only the head of my cock was still within her.

She was warm and hot around me as I quickly found my rhythm, sliding into and out of her vagina in time with the heartbeat thumping away in my chest. We quickly reached a plateau of pleasure – her soft moaning in time with my own quiet, breathless grunts. It was sweet, smooth and wonderfully uniting, the soft sounds of our love making filling the room.

But as the previous morning I realised that, after giving birth to two children, Penny's vagina was just too loose around my shaft to bring either of us to the rapid climax we both desperately desired. 

Pumping faster and harder, I rammed myself deep into her vagina, hearing the slapping noises of our union grow louder and faster, driving her bodily up the table with each forceful thrust. Penny's face screwed up as I felt her trying hard to tighten herself around me, her eyes closed, her small breasts bouncing up and down on her pale chest.

It felt good – it felt truly wonderful – but we both knew more was needed. Today could not be a marathon love making session - we both needed to cum and cum quickly.

Then Penny did something amazing. It was so simple, but so incredibly effective. 

To my instant delight, she brought her legs upwards in front of me, the back of her calves in front of my face, her legs almost straight in an impressively athletic position. She pressed her knees and thighs together and rested her legs on my shoulders, closing her knees and thighs tightly and squeezing herself around my thrusting cock.

The sensations, already powerful, increased tenfold. 

Through her new tightness I could feel every ridge on my cock passing over every undulation in Penny's vagina as I plunged in and pulled out. Within seconds I could feel my head swelling hugely as it reamed up and down inside her.

We both knew what would happen next; and happen it did. I could barely believe the sensations passing through my body. 

Penny's new tightness was burning me as I drove into her, but I loved the pain. Quickly the head of my cock began to swell and the familiar warmth of an impending climax began to grow high up between my legs. 

I could hear the loud slapping sounds of my body against hers and could smell our combined juices as my pounding churned them into white foam around my cock. 

At the same time I heard Penny's orgasm beginning. Her panting became grunting, her grunting became moaning and as her climax intensified, the moaning became repeated shouts of ecstasy. The volume increased as her passion increased and above the sounds of my own approaching climax I could hear her clearly calling my name.

"Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me hard! Make me cum!" 

Once again, hearing these coarse, crude words springing from the mouth of this cool, sophisticated, professional woman drove me crazy. I lost all self control and, grabbing fistfuls of the skin above her hips, I hammered myself forwards, pulling her back onto my cock as hard as I possibly could, bending her legs back in an extraordinary contortion.

Beneath me, Penny moaned louder and louder. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she choked before her mouth opened wide and she flung her head backwards. I leaned over her, pressing her legs forward until her knees were almost in her face. 

"Fuck me! Fuck my hot cunt, Tom. Fuck my cunt!! Make me cum!" 

I simply could not believe my ears – or the effect these crude words had on me! 

That a sweet married mother of two could say such things – and to me! It was just too much! I heard myself grunting even more loudly as the uncontrollable white heat of my orgasm finally burned through my thighs, my spine and surged into my cock. 

The animal within me took over, driving my cock hard into her body with the full force of my thighs; loud slapping noises accompanying my thrusts faster and faster as my climax grew and grew before finally reaching its peak and I began helplessly to pump my sperm-free semen into her soft, fertile body. 

The power of my passion almost frightened me as my final thrusts drove her bodily up the table. Penny squealed as her body shook and her climax seemed to hit her at the same time as mine. Her features, already screwed up, grew more contorted still until, her eyes tightly closed, her legs trembled and her body suddenly went limp under mine. 

Panting for breath, I slowly started to relax as my climax began to subside. I gradually stood upright, my softening cock still within her as her legs fell wide open either side of me, exhausted. My orgasm fading, I leaned forward over her, my cock slowly beginning to soften.

We stayed locked together for what seemed like an age; my hot, sweating body poised above hers; my hardness softening more quickly now. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her bare breasts, my shirt wet and sticking to my skin, my tie still - ludicrously - neatly tied around my neck.

Eventually I leaned over and kissed Penny softly on the nipples then on her lips, and ran my fingers through her tousled hair. Very slowly, I began to stand up, gently sliding my cock out of her spent, sore body. As my limp cock slid out of her wide vagina, Penny seemed to grab the table top for balance and as the cool air in the room caught the wetness of her vulva, she shivered. 

Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself upright, and then stood facing me, her smart pin striped skirt still in a rumpled ring round her waist, the dark cravat still tied around her throat. I must have looked ridiculous in my sweaty rumpled shirt and neat silk tie, my suit trousers and boxer shorts around my ankles, my cock, red and wet with our combined juices, hanging down below my shirt tails.

Penny leaned against the table and smiled at me, her eyes soft, her pupils dark and enormous in the afterglow of her climax. I held out a hand, taking her fingers in mine and drew her towards me. I held her close for a minute, her head against my chest. I could feel her heart beating fast against my breast and my own heart keeping pace with hers. 

The clock in the hallway chimed eight.

"Oh God!" Penny exclaimed. "I've got to be in a meeting in an hour." She laughed. "Just look at me!"

She looked just perfect, I thought, imagining my semen deep within her slender body, at that moment deeply resenting the fact that another man had any claim over her.

"And you're not much better!" She continued. I looked at my trousers bunched around my ankles and couldn't argue. I grinned in sticky embarrassment.

I pulled my boxers and trousers up over my sore cock and Penny led me quickly upstairs.

We showered quickly in separate bathrooms and tried to get ready for work. While Penny dried her hair, I descended to the kitchen and made yet more coffee, waiting for her to join me. When she finally came downstairs, her face was still flushed pink from her orgasm and, in the tantalising 'v' of the new blouse she had chosen, I could see her chest was blotchy and pink.

She took a sip of the strong coffee and grinned.

"I guess neither of us was too overcome with guilt then." She said, her voice warm and friendly.

"I guess not" I agreed, stroking her hand as it rested the table – the table on which we had just made love.

"Are we having an affair?" I replied, as usual thinking myself stupid as the words tumbled out.

"Do you want to have one?" She asked, her eyes bright, mischievous and incredibly sexy.

This time even I realised that words were superfluous. I kissed her on the lips; lightly and lovingly.

I'm ashamed to say the word 'No' never crossed my mind.

And so a magical, one-off encounter grew into a full blooded affair. 

For the first week we were like kids with a new toy, meeting and making love almost every day whatever the risk or danger of discovery. Twice more I came to her house in the morning, twice we went to a hotel at lunchtime, once we even made love in the back of her SUV in the dark recesses of a country car park. 

We were both distracted at home, and to be brutally honest, rather sore by the following weekend. Fortunately we realised - just in time - that if we continued at this rate it would not be long before we were discovered. 

It was difficult, but we agreed to see each other less often. The compensation was that we would be together for longer each time. Penny worked only a half day on Thursdays, usually spending the afternoon grocery shopping and in the gym. I run my own business and, with a little difficulty, could arrange to be 'out of the office' when I needed to be.

It took a shamefully short time for us to come to terms with what had happened and overcome the (considerable) guilt. Neither of us had 'cheated' on our spouses before. We both knew it was wrong – I offer no excuses - but we felt pathetically helpless to resist.

I know it sounds unlikely, but both of us loved our spouses and children dearly. Neither of us wanted to leave our homes or families, but the physical attraction and extraordinary sexual compatibility had brought a new and exciting dimension into both our lives which neither of us wanted to end. 

As we grew more used to each other's bodies, so we relaxed more and more and the pleasures of the bed grew more and more delightful over the two years our affair lasted.

But that is a different story.



A Passion for Penny Ch. 03



A Passion for Penny – Ch. 03

© Suburban Sinner 2008

This is the continuing story of a true life affair between two close family friends. 

Its passionate beginning is told in my first chapters - A Passion for Penny 1 & 2 – which proved more controversial than I had ever imagined – I even received hate mail - so please be warned:

This is a true story of two married people having an affair. It lasted two exciting years before it ended. If you are distressed by stories about 'cheating' then this story is not for you. Please do not read it and send abuse.

For those who haven't read Parts 1 and 2, Penny and I are now in our mid forties and married, though not to each other. Each of us has two teenage children and Penny now has a mischievous toddler too (more about him in a forthcoming story - if I get that far!).

Penny is a highly educated professional and, I suppose, not really one of those women you would immediately lust after. She's tall and pale, with short dark hair and brown eyes that are often a little cold – but which for me became bright and exciting. Her body is angular - perhaps even skinny rather than slim, and bears the unmistakeable signs of having borne two – now three children. Her breasts are small but round and surprisingly firm. Her face is full of character - distinctive rather than beautiful and she has a commanding, occasionally somewhat aggressive personality which many find off-putting. She's a woman used to being in control and getting her own way!

And she is without a doubt the most exciting lover I have ever had.

Since Chapter two was published, a number of important things have happened. To explain them all in detail would take too long and be too uninteresting so in brief:

  Last summer, after having had too much to drink at a dinner party held by mutual friends, I accidentally let slip to Penny that I had written and published the two chapters about us.  Penny was furious – at first! She read them on line that night and, after telephoning me on my mobile phone the following morning screaming at me about the way I had described her, she eventually confessed that she found the intimate details of our affair told through my eyes both exciting and arousing. She liked my writing style too and was turned on by the risk of exposing such intimate details to the world. Two days later she called me again and said she hadn't been able to get the stories out of her mind. To my astonishment, she insisted that I write more stories about us and publish them. She was, she told me, fascinated to see which episodes from our affair meant most to me. Two days after that, Penny and I began sleeping together again – more passionately than ever.  

So Penny, this story is not only about you, but this time it's for you too. I really hope you like it. I've changed many of the details to protect the (not so) innocent, but I know you'll remember this episode!



*****

For over a week after the events told in Chapter 2, Penny and I were like kids with a new toy. We had sex almost every day – sometimes more than once – in whatever circumstances were available; in her house, in mine, in my office after hours, in a motorway hotel, once even in the back of her 4x4. 

Deep down, we knew we were being recklessly irresponsible and after one evening when we came perilously close to being discovered by her children in 'flagrante delicto' on their playroom sofa, we finally realised this and reluctantly agreed to put some structure – and some safety - back into our lives.

After a few weeks of missed assignations and disappointments, we eventually agreed to meet every Thursday in the early evening. Penny used to work late one evening a week anyway, so could easily make that night part of her routine, and it was my regular night to go to the gym close to my office. If other opportunities presented themselves we would try and take advantage of them as and when they arrived but at least we knew we had some time together on a regular basis. 

This way we hoped to balance our desires for each other with the responsibilities of our family lives. It sounds selfish and calculated, but I suppose that's how we both are.

This story takes place during the Easter holiday, not long after our affair had begun. Our two families were on holiday together; all eight of us spending a week in the wild but staggeringly beautiful Welsh countryside - a place Jane and I had always loved. To make it even more perfect, we were staying in an old stone cottage in a very isolated spot in Snowdonia, where there was plenty of good walking, exploring and good bike riding for the kids. Sadly though, the local restaurants were poor so we were eating all our meals in the cottage.

The cottage itself was over three hundred years old and had no mains power, relying on an old, petrol driven generator. Like many old houses it had thick walls and small windows. The heavy, lined curtains kept out almost all the light, and of course being in Wales, the rain clouds allowed little moonlight through anyway.



When the lights were out it was very dark indeed.



Our two families did, on the whole get on very well, having known each other since the kids were babies. Penny tried hard to enjoy the outdoor life - something my wife Jane and I had been brought up on, but which did not come easy to her - and Penny's husband Paul, as usual, tried to keep her happy all the time. 

The holiday had been arranged before our affair had begun and I was anxious and uneasy about our likely behaviour during the week. How would we cope with being so close for so long? Would either of us do anything to give our secret away? 

I was sure that Penny – efficient, confident, businesslike Penny – would remain calm and composed but would I? I had watched myself like a hawk day by day, perhaps over-compensating and appearing more distant to Penny than was usual. In fact, Jane had more than once asked me if Penny and I had fallen out over something and I had been obliged to tell a series of small lies to conceal the big truth about us.

Amused by my awkwardness, Penny had added to my discomfiture by making occasional comments which for us could have had at least two meanings, accompanied by suggestive looks from her bright, flashing, intelligent and arousing eyes when she was (almost) sure no one else could see.

To this day I don't know if she was being 'deliberately careless' (if I can put it that way) with her clothing, but eight people living in the same cottage with one shared bathroom presented problems for someone with a guilty conscience. More than once I had been given the opportunity to see her small, still delightfully firm breasts either before of after showering. I had seen her in her bra and panties almost daily – and surely the lingerie she was wearing was much nicer than one would normally wear on a family holiday.

Perhaps these small 'incidents' would have happened before our affair and passed unnoticed. Perhaps not. In truth, there were no signs of either Paul or Jane thinking anything was different, but it all led to a mounting feeling of frustrated desire which was becoming hard to bear.

It was Thursday night, a night when, had we been at home, Penny would have been 'working late' at ….well, at her place of work, and I would be 'at the gym' near my office, comfortably distant from home. In fact, of course, we would have been together in one of a number of anonymous business hotels in a nearby city, trying not to use the same hotel often enough to become familiar to the staff.

The weather had been very good that day, and after a long walk along an old railway track, we were all hungry and thirsty. The four kids had eaten their dinner earlier and had gone into the cottage's games room to play darts and pool. To my relief, Penny had been behaving herself much better and there had been few moments during the day when I had feared giving myself away. There was only one more full day of the holiday left and I was feeling much more relaxed.

Paul and I had cooked dinner for the kids which they had consumed with gusto, and we were now preparing a meal for the adults. Thanks in part to liberal doses of red wine, we had taken much longer than we had confidently predicted at the beginning. As a result, by the time dinner was finally served, our two wives had drunk much more white wine than they were accustomed to and were, as Jane put it 'quite squiffy'. 

Perhaps as a result of this unaccustomed tipsiness, It took me much longer than it should to realise Penny was quite deliberately touching me on my thighs and calves under the table. I tried to ignore it, but when I looked up she gave me what could only be described as a suggestive grin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and I quickly looked round to see if Paul or Jane had noticed. To my relief, they were both poring over a map, planning the next day's excursion. I could feel my erection straining painfully against my jeans.

Half a bottle of wine later and the conversation after dinner had roamed widely. As it was prone to do when alcohol featured, it had touched briefly - but only obliquely - on sex. Jane had heard that a mutual friend had disgraced herself at a recent business awards ceremony by getting drunk and spending the night with two men after her husband had gone home. We all expressed the expected amount of outward shock and horror – genuine in Jane and Paul's case - but across the table I could see Penny smiling at me again, and felt her fingers toying with my kneecap.

So there was something of a sexual frisson in the air as the plates and cups were cleared. Penny insisted on making more coffee and on helping me wash up in the kitchen, leaving Paul and Jane together in the lounge to continue with the excursion plans. 

I was standing at the sink as Penny entered the room with the empty cups, my arms deep in warm soapy water.



"Are they OK?" I asked.

"Deep in conversation. Paul's trying to flirt with Jane but she's having none of it." Penny laughed.

I frowned at the thought. Inside I knew it was hypocritical of me to feel jealous when Paul was simply flirting with Jane, when I myself was in having a passionate affair with his wife, but I wouldn't have been a man if I could have helped it.

Penny crossed to the sink and placed the cups one by one into the warm water as I washed the few remaining dishes. Our fingers touched. I paused and Penny slowly drew her wet index finger up my arm, leaving a shiny wet trail up to my elbow. I pressed my thigh against hers and she leaned over to whisper in my ear. 

"Tom! I can't stand it! I'm going crazy. I can't bear being so close to you for a full week without having you." 

I clutched her hand tightly under the water.

"So I've noticed! Trust me, I feel frustrated too. It's impossible to live in this place with you around all day and yet not being able to touch each other." She squeezed my hand again under the water and pressed herself against me. "And you're not exactly helping the situation are you? I feel like I'm going to explode."

Penny grinned. "So you did notice then?"

"I'm not blind, Pen!" I replied. "But I hope those two are!" I said, nodding towards the lounge where her husband and my wife were discussing alternative car parks.

"What can we do? We can hardly go upstairs together and leave them down here."

"Jane won't want to be left alone for long. Especially with Paul in his seductive mode." I said laughingly.

"If only she knew." Penny pondered, taking four large mugs out of the tall cupboard. There was a pause while I washed the remaining glasses and the kettle began to boil. "Tom, surely we could find some way to……"

I thought for a minute, then shook my head.

"It's just too risky. Apart from those two, there's the kids. We can't risk them finding out, can we?"

"But Tommmm!" Penny teased. "I neeeeed you!" She whispered in a fair approximation to my wife's accent. I laughed.

"Be realistic!" I chided her quietly. "You know I want you too but……….PENNY!"

I gasped in surprise as Penny's hand suddenly slipped down the front of my jeans and grasped my cock.

"You DO want me, don't you! Some things you can't hide, Tom!" She said archly, gripping firmly the erection that made denial futile. 

"You know I do!" I responded, her cool fingers on my hot skin.

She bent close to me, her hot breath on my ear as she whispered.

"I want you to fuck me hard Tom. Here. Tonight!"

"WHAT?" I exclaimed, looking around the room in panic just in case anyone had heard.

"Shhh!" She continued, looking me deep in the eyes as her fingers slipped down and cupped my balls. "I want you to make me cum, Tom!"

My knees trembled a little, hearing these crude words coming from the mouth of such an educated, professional, and to me unbelievably sexy woman. She squeezed my cock again until it almost made me cry out.

"But Pen, we…" But my words were cut short.

"I want (squeeze) You (squeezing harder) To fuck me (tight grip on my scrotum) Tom!

And with that, she released my cock, pulled her hand out of my trousers and walked out of the kitchen to rejoin her husband and my wife in the lounge as if nothing had happened.

A few minutes later I carried the tray of coffees into the lounge and placed it on the low table. I sat down and sipped the hot liquid very slowly to avoid having to make conversation while my mind was racing so fast. 

Jane looked at me in a meaningful way inclining her head towards Paul. I followed her direction with my eyes. He must have drunk even more wine while Penny and I had been in the kitchen because his words were distinctly slurred. Abandoning the map, he slid along the sofa to Penny and his arm snaked around her shoulders. He kissed her on the ear. In spite of myself I felt a wave of jealousy rise within me.

"Come on Penny!" Paul slurred. "It's time for bed." The tone of voice was unmistakeable and to me, horrifying. Paul wanted sex with his wife and wanted it now. Penny turned her coldest, most unforgiving look upon him.

"I'll go upstairs when I've finished my coffee!" She said slowly and precisely. 

Paul completely failed to take the hint and began to slide his hand over her thigh. Again a wave of jealousy washed over me. I tried to suppress it but it must have shown because Jane looked up at me strangely. Penny put Paul's hand back on his own lap and stood to take a coffee to Jane who was sitting at the dining table with the map open before her.

We finished our drinks accompanied by more talk peppered with increasingly direct references from Paul to the sex he clearly expected to have very shortly. To my surprise, Jane snuggled up to me on the sofa and unexpectedly stroked my thigh. I was so intent on watching Paul's clumsy fondling of Penny that I almost – but not quite – missed the uncharacteristic sexual intent in my own wife's understated actions.

I held her hand in mine and squeezed it, then stood and gathered the cups. Placing them back on the tray, I returned to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. 

"Come onnnnn!" A male voice complained from behind me. I turned to find Penny walking towards me with the milk jug while Paul watched impatiently from the open door.

"You left this." She said, handing me the jug. I took it and was about to turn towards the fridge to put it away when I noticed Penny mouthing silently a few words. I raised an eyebrow in incomprehension and she repeated the words in a low, almost inaudible whisper.

"Tonight. Here. 3am. No lights."

I must have looked puzzled because she said, a little louder still. "Be here, Tom!"

At this point Paul weaved his way across the room, took Penny's arm and half dragged her out of the room. Calling out his 'goodnights' they went upstairs to their room.

Left alone, Jane and I went into the games room where the four kids were snuggled up in their sleeping bags. The younger two were already fast asleep.

"Goodnight kids. No talking after midnight. We've got a long day tomorrow." Jane said softly, in the certain knowledge that all four of them would be asleep within minutes after the day's long, tiring walk.

(I'm sorry Penny, I've never told you this next part, but you wanted the truth so here it is…)

Jane and I went upstairs to our own room where we undressed and slipped into the narrow double bed. Her hand reached out to grasp mine and she gently pulled me closer. Silently I rose over her and beneath me, her legs parted……. 

We made love, slowly and silently, giggling a little as we listened out for the sounds of drunken sex we both fully expected to hear coming from Penny and Paul's room. 

Surprisingly, none was forthcoming. 

Afterwards, as usual, Jane fell deeply asleep while I went to the bathroom to wash myself.

*****

For the next two hours I lay awake in bed, jealous thoughts flying round my head as I tried to hear the sound of Penny and Paul making love. But I heard nothing.

With difficulty I dozed, waking every few minutes until my watch on the bedside table finally showed 02:55. I silently slipped out of the bed and, in my boxers and a T shirt, carefully opened the bedroom door and sneaked downstairs in the pitch dark.

The solid fuel heating had kept the kitchen surprisingly warm. I stood still in the pitch darkness and waited for Penny to arrive.

In the stillness of the night, a watch somewhere in the cottage beeped twice to indicate the hour, its harsh, unnatural sound shattering the silence. 

Timed to perfection, the door handle creaked as it turned, and a familiar tall, slender shape entered the room.

"Penny?" I whispered.

"Shhh! Yes." She hissed "Where are you?"

"By the sink. Feel your way to me."

"Ok."

I felt rather than heard Penny running her hands over the kitchen worktop to find her way towards me, gradually moving around the room until finally I felt the heat of her body close to mine and reached out towards her. 

Our hands touched first and I grasped her fingers between mine, pulling her towards me, barely able to distinguish her features in the gloom. My free hand fell to her waist and I felt her hot breath on my cheek as she raised her face towards mine, I bent to kiss her, our noses at first colliding awkwardly, making us giggle quietly before our arms wrapped around each other and our embrace became more passionate. 

After what seemed an age, our lips parted.

"How's Paul?" I whispered hoarsely in Penny's ear.

"Fast asleep."

"Did you….you know? With him?" I asked, despising myself for wanting to know the answer but unable to resist asking the question.

"Did you…you know? What with Jane?" Penny countered, slightly annoyed, her voice a parody of mine.

"I asked first." I insisted, trying to make light of my jealousy and stepping back a little from our embrace.

With a small exclamation of protest, Penny quickly grabbed my hand and pulled my arm back around her waist. She turned to face me. I could just make out her face in the darkness by its slight paleness, and was about to ask her once again, when with a passion that took me by surprise, she kissed me hard on the lips.

Immediately forgetting my concern, I returned her kiss equally strongly, eagerly answering her demands with my lips and tongue. As our kissing became more passionate, her pelvis pressed against my waist and I realized that, despite my recent encounter with Jane, I already had a huge erection pressing against my boxer shorts. 




A Passion for Penny



I plunged my tongue, firm and pointed, into her vagina. Penny's body went stiff as I began to draw my tip around the rim of her moist opening. I felt her fingers in my hair and lifted her hot vulva even closer to my face as she pulled my head into her as if wanting to draw me into her body.

I began to flick my tongue rapidly in short sharp jabs over her small, hard clitoris. The effect was immediate; Penny's fingers tightened in my hair until it hurt. I persisted, finding the underside of her clitoris, working the tip of my tongue under the hood; feeling the juices from her rapidly lubricating vagina running down my chin. 

Penny's moans became louder and more animal. I lowered my tongue and thrust it deep into her vagina, my face immediately awash with her juices. Penny's thighs closed tightly on the sides of my head as her hips bucked towards me. I could hear her squeal softly, the sound muffled by her thighs pressing against my ears.

I ran my tongue around the perimeter of her open vagina, feeling every contour of her entrance; every fold of her inner lips; tasting her changing juices as her excitement grew and grew. I braced myself, waiting for the climax I was sure would follow very shortly.

But Penny's hands were pulling me upwards and away from the heat of her engorged sex. Puzzled, I reluctantly raised my head. Penny's eyes were wide open and dreamy, almost drunk with passion. She pulled me gently upwards, my lips planting tiny kisses on her belly, her chest and her silk covered breasts as they neared her face.

We kissed full on the lips, my face damp and sticky with Penny's juices. She closed her eyes and hoarsely whispered in my ear.

"Fuck me, Please! Fuck me!" I truly think these were the most arousing words I had ever heard.

As I reared up over her, Penny's legs opened wide and, taking my weight on my left arm, I carefully positioned the head of my cock against her full, puffy lips and slid smoothly into the heat of Penny's wet, open vagina. We paused, my face above hers, our bodies joined in the damp stickiness of our union, almost unable to believe that, after so many years, we had finally done it.

I don't know why, but I was surprised at how loose she was around my cock. After giving birth to two children, I suppose I should have expected it, but I met with no resistance from her body until my trimmed pubic hair rested firmly against hers.

I looked into Penny's eyes, my face I hoped silently asking the important question. Penny, her eyes moist and dreamy, understood.

"Have you really had a vasectomy?" Her voice sounded slightly drunk, but the blunt medical question told me she was still alert and herself.

I nodded.

"Do it the! Fuck me now!" 

My own wife would never use these words and, coming fro such a confident, professional woman as Penny they simply inflamed me. I needed no more encouragement. Taking my weight on my arms, I began to slide in and out of her beautiful vagina in long, slow thrusts, my eyes fixed on hers.

But Penny's pussy was definitely loose, even when she tensed it around my shaft. My arousal was so strong that I knew I would cum soon despite her lack of tightness, but I wanted to make it special for Penny. I'd known for a long time that she had difficulty reaching a climax – she and my wife had once bought vibrators together on a trip to Manchester – and now I realised why.

Pausing in my thrusting, I put my hands under her slim knees and lifted them upwards until her knees were near her chest and her legs bent under my body. I pressed her knees tightly together and felt to my delight her vagina getting tighter and tighter around my cock.

Penny's eyes opened wide as I began to thrust into her once again, my hips slapping against her shins.

"Oh God! ....That's....so.....much....bet.....ter...." She gasped and I felt my chest tighten sharply.

I began to thrust harder and deeper and felt Penny try and tighten herself again around me. This time it worked! Her eyes closed; her face screwed up with the effort of tightening. I saw her body flush once again as she began to tremble and shake. The room was full of the wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding, mixed in with Penny's moans and my own animal grunts as together we climbed towards a breathtaking illicit climax.

Penny began to squeal – strange almost inhuman noises escaping from her open mouth. 

"Are you ok?" I gasped, not breaking my rhythm.

Penny's face stared up at me, her head nodding wildly, incapable of speech. I redoubled my efforts, thrusting harder and harder into her body, pressing her thighs tighter and tighter together; feeling her vagina gripping my shaft with every stroke.  

Penny's noises grew louder and louder until they joined together in a low, loud moan almost like a ship's fog horn. I realised to my amazement that she was climaxing, her chest and face flushed pink.

Suddenly I felt an unbelievable burning in the base of my erection as my climax began. A hot, wet feeling spread between my thighs and down my legs as my lower back locked and I began to thrust myself deep into Penny in hard, short, sharp jabs outside my conscious control. I began to cum, feeling my cock throbbing as a white hot liquid seemed to surge up my shaft and burst into Penny's waiting body.

Below me, Penny's head was shaking from side to side, her small breasts now rigid, their nipples long and erect under their silk cover, wobbling slightly up and down with the pace of my slowing thrusts. 

To my astonishment, I felt her vagina pulsing around my softening cock, something I hadn't encountered with my wife in twenty years, as if actively milking me of every drop of semen. Penny's whole body shook as it tried to draw me into her and I saw tears beginning to run from the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly I felt a lump in my own throat as my climax subsided and Penny's spasm gradually reduced and her vagina released its grip on my cock. I held myself motionless above her, feeling her body's grip on my softening cock loosen. 

Penny's head was turned away from me, as if she couldn't bring herself to look me in the face. I felt awkward too. Something beautiful had certainly just happened between us, but at he same time we both knew that something else beautiful had just come to an end.

Our innocence. Our fidelity to our long time partners had been shattered. Shattered in a wonderful, passionate way, but it was gone.

I felt my cock slip easily from Penny's body and I rolled to lie alongside her. We stared at the ceiling, neither touching the other, both panting.

After what felt like an hour, but which was probably only a few minutes, I reached out for Penny's hand with my fingers. I found it loose and unresponsive, but worked my fingers in between hers until I was gripping her hand tightly. I squeezed it. She squeezed me back, and rolled into my arms, her head on my shoulder. I hugged her tightly and we lay in silence.

A few minutes later, I felt Penny's body shaking in my arms and pulled my head back to look her in the face. There were tears running down her cheeks.

"Penny!" I whispered, hugging her close again. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Nothing......"

"Tell me. Please." I insisted.

"It's just that I've never......cheated on Paul before.......It was lovely.....And I wanted it so much......I planned it....and it was just as good as I dreamed it would be but .....I've never......" She left the words hanging in the air.

"Oh Penny!" I said, trying to comfort her. "It's my first time too and I feel as guilty as you do." She looked my in the face. 

"Not quite as guilty, though. I started it!" She protested.

"But I don't regret it, Penny. What we've just done is natural between two old friends who ...."

"Who what?" She asked.

"Well, who have loved each other from a distance for a long time."

We lay in silence for a while, watching the ceiling. 

"Have you lost all respect for me now?" Penny murmured. I sat up.

"God no! How could you think that?"

"It's just ... now you know my most intimate......." Her voice trailed away.

"And you know mine." I reassured her.

There was a long pause. 

"What made you ......want me?" I asked.

"I don't know." Was the slightly dreamy reply. "Paul and I are so....so routine, so used to each other. I think I needed excitement - to feel attractive – like a real woman again."

"You've always known I find you very attractive, haven't you?" I asked. 

Penny blushed. "And I've always fancied you too. That's why I thought you'd.... perhaps.....want to go all the way."

I laughed. "I suppose we have now, haven't we."

We lay together in silence, my arms around her slim, bony frame. After so long a pause that I thought she must have fallen asleep, Penny mumbled something.

"Sorry!" I whispered. "I couldn't hear that!"

"I said......" Penny repeated, more clearly and to my absolute astonishment. "Is it something you'd want to do ..again?"

My reaction was instant and instinctive. "Of course!" I replied, but then hastily added. "But only if it's what you want, too. We could do it every day, every week, or even never again. Whatever you want."

There was a long pause, then suddenly to my astonishment, I felt her long thin fingers cupping my flaccid cock and balls. My sack instantly tightened and I felt my erection springing to life.

"I had something more immediate in mind!" She whispered in my ear.

Penny raised herself to her knees and kissed my sticky face. She licked her lips as if surprised by the taste of her own body on mine. She grinned then kissed my nipples delicately before drawing her tongue across my stomach as her head descended to my rapidly hardening cock.

I watched spellbound as Penny's lips closed around its smooth, purple head, her sharp white teeth gripping me gently around my shaft. I heard myself moaning aloud, and felt her hot, wet, active tongue wrapping itself around my sensitive tip. I shuddered with the pleasure and my hands massaged her shoulders as her head began to dip up and down, her mouth swallowing most of my length with every movement.

I closed my eyes, my head falling back on the rumple sheet. Christ! Penny was good. Her teeth scraped gently – but not too gently – along the sides of my shaft while her hot, active tongue toyed with my swollen, slightly sore head and the sensitive ridge beneath it. A hand slipped between my thighs, rising quickly until she cupped my tightening sack.

I could hear the soft, wet sounds of her mouth; smell the sexual heat of her body and feel the pain of my second climax beginning deep within my body. 

It was too soon! 

Placing my hands lightly on her head, I gently slowed her pumping until almost reluctantly she stopped. Penny looked up at me.

"Didn't you like it?"

"It was wonderful. Almost too wonderful...." I smiled wryly, a little embarrassed. Penny understood and grinned at me.

"We wouldn't want things to end too soon – not after we've taken twelve years to get here."

I sat upright and drew her mouth once again towards mine. We kissed; first lightly; delicately; then with increasing passion as I lowered her to the bed and manoeuvred myself above her.

Kissing her deeply on the lips, I rose over her pale body once again and slipped my knees between her opening thighs. There was no hesitation this time as her hand dropped to squeeze my painfully hard cock to its full hardness before guiding it into her hot, sticky flesh. 

For the second time that morning, I sank into her open, welcoming vagina right to the hilt. Despite my hardness, her hot, wet vagina again felt loose around my shaft as I made my first long, slow thrusts. On her face I saw desire, and what looked like love, tinged with disappointment. 

"Just a minute." I murmured softly, slowly withdrawing my cock from her body. Penny looked up at me with what I though was more disappointment and a little puzzlement.

I smiled broadly, and knelt back on my heels between her open thighs before reaching across the rumpled duvet for my trousers. I quickly pulled a small sealed packet from the back pocket and tore it open.

"I thought you'd had a vasectomy." Penny protested, a terrified look on her face.

I smiled back, rolling the light, heavily ribbed and studded condom down my erect penis.

"Shhh. Trust me, I have. You're not pregnant. But you'll love this."

"What is it?"

"Something I discovered with Jane." I whispered, smiling broadly.

Penny looked suspicious, but I leaned over her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her wonderful, wet passage. Through the thin latex I could feel her heat and her softness. It was intoxicating. I pressed myself into her.

Penny gasped as I entered, her back arching suddenly and her legs tightening around my waist. I bent low and kissed her lips, my tongue toying with the slim metal of her brace. Her eyes were moist and dreamy. I began to slide slowly out of her, then back in quickly.

"Oh my God!" Penny groaned under her breath and I felt her vagina tighten suddenly around my shaft. I moved further, she gasped again, released me, then tightened again. "It's amazing!"

"I told you it was worth it!" I chuckled, and started the long, slow strokes that I felt would best bring her pleasure. 

I was right. Within seconds, I felt Penny's fingernails scratching down my spine. They made me shiver, which made me jerk forwards deep into her vagina, which in turn made her cry out and scratch me again, which made me shiver again, which......and so it went on. It was wonderful.

Penny's nipples were now firm, erect and hard beneath my chest. I bent my neck uncomfortably to reach them with my mouth and I sucked hard, drawing the silk covered tip into my mouth where I nibbled it with my front teeth. Penny gasped and I felt her vagina tighten hard around my shaft. I felt that familiar burning at the base of my cock that told me I was about to cum again. The burning is always much more intense before my second ejaculation and I heard myself gasp and choke a little with the sharp pain.

Beneath me, Penny realised what was about to happen. A strange look came over her face.

"Take it off!" She whispered, her eyes wide and staring; her pupils wide and black.

"Now?" I asked, incredulous.

"Mmm!" She nodded. "I want you to cum in me."

Barely able to prevent myself ejaculating on the spot, I hurriedly eased my swollen cock out of Penny's wide, wet vagina and sat back on my heels again. The condom was covered in a film of white juices, thick and with a heady sexual smell, churned white by the energy of our lovemaking. I quickly pulled the sticky sheath off my cock which felt hot and tingled sensitively in the cold bedroom air and threw the sticky latex onto the floor.

Guiding myself with my hand, I quickly slipped my throbbing erection back between Penny's pale thighs and deep into her wide open, welcoming vagina once again. The sensations overwhelmed me. The heat and moistness I had felt through the condom were nothing compared with the wonderful warmth I now felt all around my sore shaft. Penny tilted her hips and I felt the top of her vagina tight against the topside of my shaft. 

Fully out of control, for the second time in a single morning I began to cum in her, simply astonished at just how intense my climax was; feeling my body outside my control, pumping my semen almost painfully into her sweet vagina where, had there been any sperm within it, it would have swum boldly towards her womb.

Although intense, my second ejaculations are always short and it wasn't long before I lowered myself onto Penny's body once again, exhausted and spent, my chest heaving. Penny wrapped her arms and legs around my body as if to draw me even deeper into her. I felt the last dying twitches of my cock within her, then the silent calm, the 'little death' that follows an intense climax.

Smiling, I kissed her lightly on her lips, her mouth tasting salty and sweet at the same time, and rolled alongside her, pulling my numb cock out of her as I moved. Penny's chest rose and fell heavily, her face flushed pink with her own orgasm. She nestled her head against mine and we lay in silence.

After a very short time I heard the slow, steady sound of her breathing. She was asleep.

An hour later I was in my car, driving East to my meeting – rather later than I had told my wife. My head was dizzy with the events of the morning. Although we had showered together, I felt I could still smell and taste Penny's wonderful, sexy body on my clothes, in my hair, within my skin. My cock was definitely red and sore and made me fidget in my trousers. 

I did feel a strong sense of guilt; after all, I had never cheated on my wife before. But somehow this didn't feel like cheating. I had known Penny for so long and so closely that it was almost like making love to a second wife. 

I felt a thrill in my loins when I realised that only three months ago I would have described her more as a sister. 

Penny and I had agreed to wait a week at least before deciding what to do. We had also solemnly sworn that, whatever happened, telling our spouses could serve no good purpose and we would never let either of them know our secret. 

Neither of us wished to split up with our partners or damage our children, but we both felt good that, after nearly twenty years of marriage, we each had someone who wanted us for our basic raw attractiveness. We were both still young and sexy!

I hoped there would be more 'early appointments. I felt confident there would!