0 comments/ 12591 views/ 4 favorites Libby's New Car By: oldiethevoyeur A story for all the frustrated old men -- may your dreams come true Edited by:- Linda62953 Libby's New Car Chapter 1 James and Libby Thompson were getting ready for their evening appointment at the car dealership. Libby had pestered and pestered him about buying her a car of her own. She was absolutely fed up with having to ride around all the time in her husband's 'functional' but usually dirty, SUV. Finally, after much discussion about the state of the planet; whether they actually needed two cars; what about the cost? Etcetera, etcetera, finally, she had managed to persuade him to buy her the car of her dreams. Truth be told, James had had every intention of buying the car as a present for her in celebration of their fifth wedding anniversary coming up in a couple of days time. You can't give in all the time though can you? "Make her work for it," he had thought. Of course, her extra-special compliance in the bedroom department as she tried to influence his decision helped too... James watched silently as his beautiful wife got dressed after having a shower. Suddenly he interrupted, "Not that top. The semi see-through one instead." Libby glared at him as he lay on their bed smiling up at her, "You know damn well I never wear a bra you dirty bastard. Do you want every Tom, Dick or Harry to be able to see my tits?" she asked as she pulled the black cotton top she had had the intention of wearing back over her head. Her damp hair tumbled back down onto her bare shoulders as her unfettered breasts oscillated slightly before they settled back onto her chest. She didn't actually need to wear a bra. Her wonderfully shaped young breasts were quite able to support themselves of their own accord. They enticingly swayed and rippled around like soft, set jelly under her tops whenever she moved her upper body. The two beautiful, dark brown-tipped, orbs were so naturally firm, hardly flattening at all whenever she laid on her back. Instead they stood like two prominent peaks of pleasure on the many occasions she reclined to receive her husband's body between her widespread thighs. Shaking her head in amused resignation, Libby pulled the afore-mentioned sheer blouse from her wardrobe. It too, was black in color. With this one though, the shadows formed by her breasts as they moved around freely beneath the soft silk, inexorably drew the attention of anyone in the fortunate position of being able see her from the front. - If she didn't have anything else covering the diaphanous top of course. "You do know that anyone will be able to see right through this if I open my coat don't you?" Libby mischievously enquired, "Or is that the intention?" "Of course my darling, you shouldn't hide those beauties from view. The world deserves to see them." James mocked as he watched her pull her red mini-skirt over her bare buttocks. The string of her black silk thong seemed to peep at him between her pear-shaped cheeks as she bent over to put her high-heeled shoes on. 'Fucking hell that's sexy' the horny husband thought to himself as he ogled his teasing wife. A few minutes later, the happy couple left the house. Libby had grabbed her red leather jacket from the rack in the hallway as they passed through; covering her wobbling breasts as she quickly donned it. She then joined her husband in the SUV, displaying a long length of bare thigh to his always-interested gaze as she cocked her leg into the cabin and pulled herself up onto the seat. "I don't see why I couldn't just wear my jeans and a t-shirt," she protested, "Just what are you up to?" Smiling smugly, James winked at his wife, "You'll see." As he drove out of their drive, James casually placed his hand on Libby's exposed thigh. Softly he ran his fingers upwards until they met the black silk of the minuscule panties that barely covered the smooth mound of her freshly shaved pudendum. Libby automatically spread her legs wide as her body unwittingly allowed her husband access. Gently stroking her aroused clitoris, he glanced across at his wife, noting with satisfaction her eyes were closed and her bright-red lips parted in response to her sexual arousal. Her brilliant white teeth were clenched as her jaw tightened with her futile attempt of trying to resist the orgasm slowly creeping up on her. "Oh yes, my darling, You'll see," the devious husband thought to himself as he infuriatingly removed his prying fingers and concentrated on the road ahead. "You are such an evil bastard." Libby gasped. The frustrated wife pulled her short skirt down as far as she could, attempting to cover her now very wet panties. "Dirty fucker!" she hissed quietly at her husband. "Slut!" he laughingly replied. Chapter 2 John Clayton was his usual grumpy 'Saturday' self. He hated his job. He especially hated his job at weekends. He could, and should, be spending his time much more productively playing golf, one of his two big passions in life. He could even, God forbid, be spending some time with his wife. Actually, that would never happen. It was her fault entirely that he was still working at all, never-mind having to work six days a fucking week in that crappy car-salesman's job he had had to take in order to pay their mortgage. The mortgage they had had to take out after she had insisted on them moving home in their mid-fifties to a more expensive house. Leaving the home they had lived in most of their married life, the home that was totally paid for and mortgage free. Leaving the home he loved, that was next door to a lovely municipal golf course. Just to move to a 'beautiful country cottage' that was her fucking dream not his. Yes, he hated his job, hated his whole life, and, truth be told, probably hated his fucking wife too... *** The 63 year old, slightly overweight specimen of a frustrated rock star was a typically sad example of an old man just playing out time before his retirement. He was bored with his job, bored with his life, and especially bored with his wife Fiona. She was a 65-year-old bundle of "joy" packed into a body that was at least 50 pounds overweight and as sexually unattractive as a woman could be to her husband of 40 years. He was a weak man. He knew damn well he was a weak man. Always willing to settle for the status-quo, he had never in his whole life pushed the boat out and done something daring and spontaneous; never done anything to change his mundane way of life. He knew damn well he should have divorced his wife years ago; found himself another woman more in tune with his needs; left the woman who had dragged him meekly down to her own level of mediocrity. Knowing he should have done it and actually doing it? Now that was the crux of the matter. In truth, he was scared. He had had a roving eye for years, slowly turning into a dirty old voyeur as his own sex-life deteriorated. He nowadays got his kicks from looking at any woman who happened to flash a bit of flesh. Damn! He had even spent so many hours on the internet looking at porn he was actually bored with that too. Not particularly attractive, but not ugly either, he had had a couple of flings earlier in his marriage. Once, many years ago now, he had even had a five-year long affair with the plain, much older, secretary he had had in his job as a mid-level company accountant. On several other occasions he had had short term relationships with a few women who were desperate enough to put up with his cranky attitude and miserable ways, - for a short while anyway. Until they inevitably got bored of him too, of course. Not recently though. The last ten years or more had been so...well...fucking horrendous was the word. He couldn't actually remember the last time he had had any kind of sex that didn't involve contact with his right hand. Even the need for that had almost dried up to a couple of times a week when she was in bed upstairs. Basically, his problem was that he was scared. Frightened of upsetting the apple cart, he worried about what might happen to him if he actually did do something about his shit existence. Instead of taking a chance like any real man would, he had submissively settled for the boring, mundane, comfortable life he now reluctantly led. * * * John didn't really know how old age had galloped up on them so quickly. They had been reduced to an over-the-hill married couple stagnating their way through later life. Hardly communicating at all, they barely even spoke to each other whenever their paths crossed at the boring little "chocolate-box" cottage she-who-must-be-obeyed had insisted on moving to when their only child had left home. John fucking hated that place too. It wasn't him. He was a frustrated rock-star. He should have been living it up in drug-fuelled debauchery like his heroes the Stones. Not decaying into senility, old before his time. Waiting for the blessed relief of Alzheimer's or whatever, to claim his mind before he finally disintegrated into the decrepit old man his father had turned into before his death at the relatively early age of 68. It was sad really. Fiona had been such a lovely girl when they first met. Vivacious, life and soul of the party, always giggling and laughing whenever they were together. What the fuck had happened to her? To him? They had had so much going for them when they were young. Now look at them. Two boring old farts who would be more suited to playing fucking bingo than listening to his beloved rock music. That was the one pleasure in life he was allowed, but only after she had gone to her bed religiously at 9:30pm, no matter what the time of year. They didn't even share a marital bed nowadays. She had the main bedroom, with its own en-suite of course. He, her frustrated old lump of a husband, he had to sleep in the spare room at the other end of the upstairs landing, well out of harm's way. She would go upstairs, shower, clean her teeth, and brush her hair. Always the same fucking routine. Always the same sort of passion-killing fucking nightdress. Hiding her body from his view, even if he had wanted to fucking look at it. She would close her bedroom's heavy-duty blackout curtains, denying any late evening summer sunshine the chance of illuminating her dull life as she attempted to completely block off the rest of the world. All the while, he would be left downstairs with his headphones and glass of cheap scotch, trying to obliterate the ghastly reality that was his shit existence. *** John had always been frustrated with their sex life. Fiona had appeared to enjoy it at first, although she would never admit it or even talk about it. Instead, she would get embarrassed and tongue-tied whenever he brought the subject up. It was always a struggle to get her to let go enough to have an orgasm whenever they were making love, (they never fucked, she hated that word). She would never be completely nude, her ever-present nightdress covering her chest. The flannelette garment would be rolled up to her waist, exposing just enough of her for her to be able to fulfil her 'wifely duties'. She would just lay back, always in the socially acceptable missionary position, as he gently pushed his invasive penis into her barely moist vagina. Very occasionally, her legs would unwittingly wrap around his thighs as he penetrated her, her body betraying her mind as it subconsciously got excited by their coupling. Most times though, she would just suffer in silence as she allowed her husband use of her body to satisfy his carnal needs. At first he had thought, maybe she was just shy and reserved, blaming her attitude on her upbringing by her strictly religious Catholic parents. Their attitude to sex was that the act of fornication was for procreation only, definitely not for recreation, (only degenerate people got pleasure from such an animalistic act in their opinion). They passed those narrow-minded views onto their only child, a beautiful daughter who had a body just made for mind-blowing, sloppy, messy sex... Once their son, John junior, had been born, John and Fiona's sex-life disintegrated even further. Admittedly, she had had a difficult pregnancy; her morning sickness seemed to last through the whole 9 months of her gestation period causing them both huge distresses. After the birth though, that was virtually it as far as sex with her husband was concerned. She had performed her wifely duties. She had produced the heir society decreed was her role in life. Now she didn't have to accept her husband's frequent and unwelcome demands for sexual gratification any longer. John had been unable to tempt her into regular lovemaking. Any effort to persuade her to accept her sexuality fell on deaf ears as she sank back into her repressed childhood beliefs. The thought of getting pleasure alone from the act without the intention of pregnancy never even crossed her mind as she virtually became celibate. Her husband rarely even got a glimpse of her nude body never-mind had access to her womanly charms. Instead, their sex life slowly diminished if that was at all possible. Once a fortnight gradually became once a month, then just the odd occasion. - When he could persuade her. Eventually it became twice a year. On his birthday and New Year's Eve. Very rarely was she persuaded to allow him to use her body. Only after several days of whining and moaning on his part. Of course, this deprivation of his sexual needs led John to become a bitter, frustrated old man who invariably took those frustrations out on anyone who crossed his path, getting him the reputation amongst those who were acquainted with him as a "Grumpy Old Twat"... * * * They had even celebrated their Ruby wedding anniversary apart earlier this year. Instead of a night that should have been a family celebration, Fiona had a meal at their son and his civil partner's house, while John was out on his own having probably the best night of his life that didn't involve sex. He had been watching his revered Mick and the boys playing Hyde Park over 40 years after he had first seen them there. Now that was a night to remember in his old age. Of course, John Jr. just had to have turned out to be gay. Not that his father had anything against being gay, get it where you can was his opinion. "Maybe I should even try it myself," he had occasionally thought, during his extended periods of sexual abstinence, desperate for any sort of carnal release as he was. No, it was just that, along with everything else that was wrong with his marriage, John would never get to be the loving grandfather he had had himself as a small boy. Anyway, each to his own was his liberal attitude towards his son. *** Why they were still together totally baffled anyone who knew the couple. It baffled John himself too. Why had he stuck with such a prudish, frigid woman all those years? He had loved her at first of course, but that love had long since died, (together with his sex-life) leaving him frustrated and lonely. That is what frightened him the most, being alone in his old age like his father had been after his mother had died of breast cancer at the age of 58. He had watched his dad turn into an old man way before his time. Giving up on life rather than fight for it, like he should have done. No, bad as it was, his marriage at least meant he always had someone to come home to. Overall, grumpy John's life hadn't turned out to be the bed of roses he had envisaged when he first met his future wife all those years ago. *** Hopefully though, this evening may be a little better than the norm. With a touch of good fortune, he may just get a chance to indulge his voyeuristic tendencies a little. The wife of the couple that he was staying late to meet was truly stunning. He had seen her a few days before when they first came into the showroom to enquire about purchasing a CLK 320 for her. John was almost certain that the woman had not been wearing a bra. Her gorgeous breasts seemed to sway deliberately in front of him as he tried to concentrate on talking with her husband about the car. Beautiful as they were, they totally mesmerised the salesman with their hypnotic movement under her thin pale-green coloured top as the woman moved gracefully around the vehicle. He even thought he might have glimpsed a shadowy peek of hard, brown nipple as she leaned forward to adjust the car seat. Her skirt had ridden up then also, exposing her firm, lightly tanned thighs to his leering gaze as he leaned into the car to show her where the seat-adjustment switch was. Yes, he was actually quite looking forward to seeing her again. Maybe getting another sneaky look at her beautiful titties. Maybe even seeing her knickers, if she was wearing a skirt. The car seat was very low after all... Chapter 3 The married couple's SUV pulled into the almost deserted garage forecourt. They were both very eager to get there, their excitement building during the short journey from their home. Hers for the obvious reason of finally getting her own car. But his? James was anticipating far more fun than just buying a car... It was late, just before the normal closing time. The garage showroom was just about empty, most of the sales staff having already dashed off to whatever they had planned for their Saturday night's entertainment. The sales manger, John Clayton, was waiting for them in his office. Impatiently, he had been checking the clock every few minutes, staring at the CCTV monitors mounted on his office wall. "Finally," he muttered to himself as he saw his customers' car drive up and went out to greet them. "At Fucking Last..." *** James had arranged with the salesman to meet at that time of day deliberately. For his devious plan to work without fear of anyone discovering what was going on, the three of them had to be the only ones still there. The salesman dismally failed to hide the fact that he was trying to peek down Libby's loose-fitting top as he showed the couple around their intended purchase. James smiled smugly to himself as he frequently observed the old guy staring at her unfettered, bra-less tits... Swinging about provocatively as they were... Libby, for her part, unwittingly played her role to perfection. Frequently bending and twisting her body into positions that enabled the voyeuristic older man to get tantalising glimpses of her almost naked breasts. The see-through blouse occasionally gaped open to reveal the hard tip of one, or both, of her womanly charms to her grateful audience as she reached for some switch or knob to examine. James, of course, was completely aware of what the salesman was doing and what the lecherous old sod was able to see as he craned his neck ever more blatantly to get a better view. Smirking secretly to himself, the husband followed the salesman into his office to begin negotiations about the purchase of his wife's dream car. During those negotiations, the flush-faced salesman was obviously distracted by the young wife sitting in front of him. She was displaying the carefree abandon with regard to displaying her body he jealously wished his own 65-year-old wife had done during their marriage. However, he was absolutely astonished, as was the embarrassed Libby, when James suddenly asked him. "I notice you have been trying to grab a look at my wife's breasts Mr. Clayton. Just how much discount may we have if she shows you what you have been trying to see?" John Clayton gasped audibly as he slumped back into his chair. Libby's New Car "I...I... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare...it's just..." Bloody Hell James! what on earth are you doing?" Libby snapped at her husband, blushing furiously as he grinned back at her. "Shush!" her husband commanded, a stern smile crossing his face as he turned back to the bemused and flustered salesman, "Well Mr. Clayton, or may I call you John?...How much off if you get to see Libby's tits?...Believe me, they are well worth looking at." John was struggling to breathe. Here he was, sales manager of one of the largest Mercedes dealerships in the south of England, being propositioned by a man promising a look at a beautiful young woman's breasts in exchange for a discount on a new car. Never, in all his 10 years in the job, had he ever experienced such a proposal. "I see you are interested John," the customer said quietly, grinning as he glanced down at the pronounced bulge now showing in the front of the salesman's trousers, "What do you think?" "I...I...I..." John stuttered, crimson-faced as he snatched a folder from his desk and made a futile attempt to hide the hardest, largest erection he had had in many a year, "I don't know what to say...I don't understand..." James glanced sideways at his open-mouthed, flabbergasted wife. Grinning widely before looking back at the salesman, "It's not difficult, you knock me some money off the cost of the car, not your money but the company's profit I might stress, and my wife shows you her tits. What do you say John? Fancy a quick look?" John was stunned. Yes, he had been ogling the beautiful customer. Yes, he wanted to see more of her. But this? This was just fucking unbelievable! What was he to do? Never in his wildest dreams had he envisaged anything like this? What on earth would his bosses do if they found out? He knew damn well, what that would be; he would be out on his fat arse, that's what. He knew what he did want to do though. What he really, really wanted at that moment was to see those gorgeous, firm breasts in all their glory. He knew he should never have even entertained the notion. Knew he would be risking far too much. The old John would never do such a thing; he was too straight; too ordinary... Just too damn boring... Staring open-mouthed at the furiously blushing wife, John took several deep breaths. His mind was a maelstrom of confused images. The many reasons he had for throwing the impudently smiling potential customer out on his ear flashed through his brain. Then, as if hit by a thunderbolt, the frustrated old man made the first spontaneous, risky, adrenalin-fuelled decision of his adult life. "Fuck it," he thought, "Fuck 'em all."... "I... I...I... suppose I could..."he stammered, "How much did you have in mind? "I'll let you think about that for a while John," the grinning husband replied, knowing he now had the poor man exactly where he wanted him, "Let's negotiate afterwards." Turning to face his amazed wife. James calmly but firmly instructed her, "Go lock the office door and close the blinds my love. Wouldn't want anyone inadvertently catching us now would we?" Libby knew fine well what was about to take place. This sort of situation had been the subject of her and her husband's fantasies many times in the past. Now she understood why James had insisted on her wearing the clothes she had on. Why she was dressed so inappropriately for looking at cars on a late summer's evening. She would be expected to hand over complete control of her actions to her husband. Expected to obey her master's every whim and do exactly as he instructed her to do without hesitation. Expected to ignore any of her own doubts and inhibitions about what she suspected was about to take place. Expected to seduce their hapless prey! Glaring tight-lipped at her conspiratorial husband, the nervous wife hesitantly got to her feet and did as her domineering spouse had commanded, returning back to his side before facing the red-faced salesman. "Go stand in front of John," James instructed his wife, knowing her inbuilt exhibitionist streak, together with her rapidly rising sexual arousal, would compel her to comply with his commands. Reluctantly, his flustered wife walked in front of the excited old man. Her whole body was shaking slightly from her nervous excitement, her young breasts quivering under the silk of her blouse as she stood there awaiting his examination. Fascinated by the shadowy view of her chest, John swallowed hard and licked his lips as he gazed up at her. His cock had sprung to its full-length ages ago. Now it was threatening to burst through his pants. Reaching down, she firmly pulled the older man's thighs apart. Stepping in between them, she stood as close to his bulging trousers as she could without actually touching him. "Would you like Libby to take her jacket and blouse off herself John? Or would you rather do it?" "Would she strip for me? I've never... I've never seen a real-life strip." The old man was sweating nervously as he tore his gaze away from the wonderful sight in front of him and sheepishly looked at her husband. "Well Libby? Would you like to do a strip for nice old John here? Let him see your gorgeous tits?..." James asked his wife. Smiling sweetly at the desperate man in front of her, she replied softly, "Of course... Would you like that John?" "Oh My God! Oh Yes Please!" her trembling audience pleaded in return. Slowly Libby slipped her red jacket from her arms. Throwing it across her empty chair, she started to undo her semi-sheer black blouse one button at a time. Teasing the heavy-breathing man, she tantalisingly exposed more and more of her lightly tanned flesh to his wide-eyed gaze. Eventually, the last button seeming to take an age to reach for the attentive voyeur, she seductively pulled the soft garment from her body. Her beautiful hard-tipped breasts spilled into view as they rippled and quivered before the staring eyes of the stunned old man. His rigidly erect penis throbbed even more painfully as he gawked lovingly at the first fully naked breasts he had seen for years. "Oh fuck!" he gasped softly, "They're absolutely gorgeous... So firm... So round... So... Young!" "Would you like to touch them John?" they heard James' soft voice whispering as he asked the blatantly obvious. "Oh My God, Yes, May I?" "What do you think Libby? Should I allow naughty old John to play with your tits?" James enquired of his aroused wife. Instead of answering, the now very turned-on young woman moved forward and took her admirer's hands in hers, then placing his sweaty palms on each of her heaving breasts. "Mm-mm that feels so good Mr. Clayton," she whispered huskily into the ear of the rapidly over-heating old man now roughly manhandling her soft flesh, "That's it... Squeeze them hard... Pinch my nipples... Oh fuck yesssss!" "Oh Fuck!" thought John, "This is just incredible..." his mind in sex-fuelled turmoil as he continued to manipulate the soft, pliable breasts he adoringly held in his big hands. "How's that John? Was I right? Are they worth it?" James asked, his voice soft and teasing. "Oh Fuck Yes! They are so fucking... So fucking beautiful," he replied. "Would you like to taste them John?" the husband whispered. "Ohhhhh Fuck," was the only reply the ecstatic old man could utter. "Go ahead Libby; let the poor man taste your hard little nipples. Let him chew on them like a little baby," James instructed. Leaning over the heavily perspiring man, Libby pushed her chest out towards his waiting mouth. She closed her eyes and cried out in pain as her new lover's teeth bit down forcefully on her engorged teats. John sucked and bit on the fleshy orbs, making the most of his unexpected opportunity. He gnawed and chewed on her tender nipples, exciting her beyond words as he treated her tortured breasts with the sadistic aggression he now knew she loved. Concentrating as hard as he was, he barely heard the husband ask him, "How about a blow-job John? You ever have oral sex from such a lovely girl as my wife?" Chapter 4 Did he just hear that right? Was he actually being offered oral sex, by this couple? Invited to indulge in a sex act he had only ever experienced twice in his life before. It had happened just the once with the very reluctant, very, very, inebriated older secretary he'd had an extra-marital relationship with for years. She had only tentatively licked the end of his knob a couple of times before hesitantly taking barely an inch of him into her mouth. The woman had adamantly refused to allow him to cum anywhere near her face as she had made him fully aware of her obvious revulsion of such a deviant act. The only other time, and the solitary occasion he had actually ejaculated into a woman's mouth, was even worse. He had drunkenly paid a so-called masseuse for the service on a weekend business trip to Leeds. He had decided to opt for a blowjob rather than full sex, thinking it would be safer than fucking, even with a condom. The eastern European girl had made him cum in about 2 minutes and charged him 50 fucking quid for the service, leaving him just as frustrated as he had been before. Now, if he had heard right, he had the chance to have a beautiful young woman willingly suck him off. *** Pausing in his manhandling of her breasts, John looked enquiringly at Libby's husband, nervously asking, "You mean she will really suck me off?" James grinned at the man who was gripping his wife's breasts as though he was hanging on for dear life, "Oh yes, John. Maybe even swallow your cum if you ask her nicely." John Clayton, boring old fart that he was, thought he must have died and gone to heaven. Or at least that all his birthdays had come at once. Here he was, about to have his cock sucked properly for the first time in his life. In addition, by one of the most beautiful women it had ever been his good-fortune to meet, too. Looking adoringly into the woman's eyes, he begged, "Oh yes, please Mrs. Thompson. Please, suck me until I cum. I've never... You know..." "Shhh John, I think under the circumstances you should call me Libby, don't you?" the very aroused young woman whispered, leaning forward and gently kissing the quivering lips of the older gentleman. She knew just how apprehensive men of more mature years could get when they were confronted with the chance of sex with a girl younger than their own children. Her experiences over the last few months of gangbangs with her 'Dirty Old Uncles' had taught her how to humour her older lovers so they didn't lose their erections because of their nerves. "I'm so sorry, Libby. It's just that I have never in my life had the opportunity of doing anything like this. I want you to suck me so much. Please, may I cum in your mouth too?" Smiling sweetly, Libby removed John's hands from her breasts and gently pushed him backwards in his chair, leaving him reclining almost horizontally. The man's chest was heaving, his tie seeming to be choking him as his face became an even deeper shade of red. Swiftly, she released the button holding his collar after first untying the knot of the immaculately tied silk band. Slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers teased John's nipples as she pinched and stroked them before gently biting them with her teeth. Eventually she reached the waistband of his constricting trousers. Unfastening his belt, she carefully pulled the straining zip down over the man's prominent bulge. Her breathing deepened as her lips parted sensuously, her own excitement overcoming her. Her eyes wide with anticipation, she opened the shaking man's fly to expose his pristine white cotton boxer shorts. Looking directly into her soon-to-be lover's eyes, she held his gaze as she gently pulled the elastic waistband of the boxers over his impressive penis. The erect cock snapped back against the man's slightly bulging stomach with an audible smack as it was released from the confines of the cotton briefs. Flirtatiously licking her lips, Libby glanced away from John's face, grinning down at his pulsing cock, before once more looking up into his staring eyes. "Mmmm that's a lovely cock you have there John. Very impressive. Even for a man half your age." John's chest swelled with pride. His cock twitched visibly as the young woman again looked down to admire it. Almost fainting with the pleasure, the visibly shaking man watched intently as his new lover gently wrapped her soft hand around his once decrepit old penis, feeling it pulse and throb in her firm grip. He held his breath as she pulled his foreskin down, fully retracting it to expose the ultra-sensitive glans to her view. Fascinated by her technique, he watched as she softly blew onto the leaking hole at the end of his rigidly firm penis before sexily licking off the large glob of sticky pre-cum that had gathered there. Taking a firm hold of the swollen cock, Libby once again looked directly up at John's face as she pursed her bright red lips against his penis head in a kiss meant to inflame. She sucked hard on his soft glans as her tongue teased the little hollow. Trying to enter the tight aperture as she lapped at the musky mucus dribbling slowly from the end of his shaft. Opening her mouth wider, she gradually drew him into the warm oral cavity, deliberately scraping him gently with her teeth as she started to pump her face up and down the now throbbing penis. Its head bumped against the back of her throat as she took as much as she could without gagging. "Ohhhh My God!" he gasped, hardly able to speak as his excitement reached levels he had never experienced in all his 63 years, "Ohhh Fuckkk! That is so fucking wonderful..." Libby slipped her mouth from his cock. Forcing it back against his stomach, she deliberately tickled the full length of the underside of the fleshy column with her tongue. Sucking his swollen balls into her mouth one second, then teasing the tender glans with her teeth the next. Slowly, she repeatedly lapped up and down the full length of his twitching cock with her warm tongue. Finally, she plunged her mouth down onto him, swallowing him fully until her nose was pressed into his pubic hair. "Fuckkkk... Oh sweet Jesus..." the almost delirious old man panted, "Oh fuck, you sweet little darling, I'm nearly there. So close, so close..." as he felt his previously almost redundant cock penetrate her throat. Sensing her prey was almost at his peak, Libby rapidly pumped him with her mouth. Squeezing his cum-filled testicles almost painfully, she urged him silently with her ministrations. Flicking her teasing tongue over his tender glans every time her mouth reached the end of his penis. Humming deep down in her throat; vibrating the twitching cock every time it reached it's maximum depth; she started to give the old man the incredible sensations she knew her husband loved so much when she performed oral sex on him too. It was all too much for John. The combination of his previous weeks of celibacy together with the warm, wet mouth sucking and licking his ultra-sensitive phallus caused him to rapidly lose any control of his loins he may have once had. Now the pressure was just too fucking much. He couldn't have stopped now even if his wife, his bosses, even the fucking Queen and the whole Royal Family, had walked in on them. With a fluttering sensation that seemed to start somewhere near his ankles and then travelled through his whole body before concentrating in his groin, John orgasmed with the guttural roar of a wild animal sating its carnal lust. His cock throbbed and bounced as it pumped what seemed like gallons of his love-juice down the poor girl's throat, threatening to drown her in seminal fluid as she swallowed furiously. Libby smiled warmly at the almost comatose John, basking proudly in the knowledge that there was one supremely satisfied old man, whose limp sticky cock she now held in her hand. She looked him directly in his bemused eyes as she seductively licked the remnants of the overflow from his monumental ejaculation off his softening member. Crawling up his supine body, she kissed him. Gently on the lips at first, then her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and giving him the taste of his own sticky seed. "Oh My God..." the old man gasped. He was desperately trying to gulp huge mouthfuls of air into his lungs. Trying to replace the air he'd expended having the biggest, most satisfying, downright dirty orgasm of his sheltered life. "Fucking hell, I mean... WOW!" he exclaimed joyfully, a huge grin spreading across his ruddy red face. His breathing was slowly getting back to normal as he carried on, "I have never, never in my whole life experienced anything like that. You are so fucking... So fucking wonderful." "Why thank you kind sir," the girl replied, "But don't you for one minute think you have finished... My turn now." John stared in fascinated amazement as his sexy new lover stood from her knees and began taking the rest of her clothes off. First the skirt, then the tiny thong, rolling the sodden knickers down her legs with difficulty. Leaving her high-heeled shoes on, the delightfully horny woman reclined on her back over his desk. Scattering all his business papers far and wide with abandon, she lewdly spread her spectacular legs as wide as she could, proudly displaying her fabulous body to the astonished salesman in all it's magnificently naked glory. Chapter 5 John was staring. Staring open-mouthed at her tantalising, oh so tempting pussy. He just didn't fucking care any more. His softened cock hung limply between his legs, resting on his tender balls as it dribbled the remnants of his cum onto his sweating thighs. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The naked, hairless, hot, wet fanny being spread wide by his lover's fingers lay directly in front of him. He had never seen a woman's sexual organs so open before, never so obviously aroused anyway. Yes, he had seen one or two others from close-up, but they had never looked like this. Never so inviting. Never so tempting. Like a beautiful rose, spreading its moist petals for the sun. John had never been allowed to inspect his wife's vagina. She had shied away and closed her legs firmly any time he had tried, always protesting, always denying, and always being such a frigid fucking bitch! He had had a close look at a couple of the women's pussies he had fucked in the past but they had never been spread so willingly for his appraisal. Spread like the one he was staring so open-mouthed and mesmerised at now. The one he was being so brazenly invited to play with. Tentatively, his nerves making his hand shake; he reached forward and gently stroked the pouting lips with his fingertips. My God, they were wet. Warm and wet and so... So fucking gorgeous! "Not so gentle John," he dimly heard Libby command, "I need you to finger me. Rub my clit. Finger-fuck me hard before you lick me." Oh, fuck! She wants me to lick her. She actually wants me to LICK her! John thought as he firmly pushed a finger deep into her wet channel. "I...I've never really done that before." he stammered. "What? You mean... You've never licked a woman's pussy before? But you're married..." Libby exclaimed breathlessly as she raised her bottom off the desk, forcing his finger deeper into her body, "Doesn't your wife like it?" "I don't know," the embarrassed old man replied, blushing furiously, "She's never allowed me to do it to her. Hasn't really allowed me to do anything kinky like that." Libby's New Car "Kinky? Fucking hell, she thinks oral sex is kinky? What sort of a stupid woman is she?" Libby laughed as she fucked herself on John's probing finger. "A frigid cow. That sort of stupid woman." John replied, happily continuing to pump his quite large, pudgy middle finger in and out of the warm cunt in front of him. Yes, it is a cunt he thought to himself, it's not a Vagina. Not her Lady Garden. It's a warm, wet, real-life fucking cunt. "Mmmmm, I can see I'm going to have to tell you what you have to do John. Do you mind that? Do you want a young woman instructing you how to satisfy her?" Libby mocked, sexily writhing her lower body as she gripped his probing finger with her wet pussy. "Oh fuck no! No, I'd love you to... Please..." John's heart pounded. He was being subjected to the whims of a horny little bitch who wanted to use him for her own pleasure. And he was loving it... *** Holding the backs of her knees, Libby pulled her legs as far back to her chest as she could. Her pussy, spread like the opening of a wet cave, pulsed with excitement as she blatantly displayed her inner body to her new lover. Looking up at him, unable to catch his eyes as he stared at her wet gash, she giggled silently at the control she knew she had. Knowing that, once again, pussy power had won the day. "OK John, you sweet old man," she whispered softly, "Time for you to do your duty." The mesmerised patriarch stood from his chair, his trousers and boxers comically fluttering down to his ankles. Kneeling in front of her, he reached out and gently placed his hands on the demanding woman's spread thighs. "Lick me first John. All the way from my nasty little arsehole to my clit. Tease me with your hot tongue. Lick my dirty pussy clean and taste me." Almost trance-like, John did as instructed, deliriously licking the full length of the beautiful genitals spread so invitingly for his inspection. He tasted her. Tasted the syrupy nectar oozing from between the spread lips. Never had he tasted anything so sweet, so, so fucking sexy! "Mmmm that's so good John," Libby moaned, happily pandering to the old man's ego, "Now push your tongue in. That's it. Just like that. So good. So fucking good..." John was in delirium heaven. Loving every second. Every moment. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined... "Now finger me John. That's it. More. Mmmmm. That's so good. Now turn them round John, so you can press upwards. That's it. Feel me there John? Feel that? That's great John. Oh Fuckkkkk...." Libby was gasping for breath, her excitement at the debauched seduction of the old man rising irresistibly. Her nude breasts were heaving and shaking as she climbed to her peak, her rock-hard nipples threatening to burst with passion as they stood proudly from the soft, quivering mounds. "My clit.... Lick my clit. That's it. So good. Bite it John. Harder. Oh Godddd..." John nibbled her hard nub, his teeth inflicting the delicious pain she was requesting. He could feel her body thrusting upwards towards his probing tongue as he lapped at her oozing slit. He could sense she was close. Her muscular athletic thighs, covered in a sheen of perspiration, were attempting to crush him as she raised her hips against his deliciously invasive mouth. Curling his fingers, he pressed them harder inside her. Pressed his fingertips hard against the spongy bump he could feel there. Pressed upwards to meet his nipping teeth... "Ahhhhh. Oh Fuck. Oh, Fuck. So good. So... Yes John, YESSSS!" Libby's buttocks clenched together as her groin thrust up against his face. Moaning loudly, she tried to force even more of his tongue and hand deeper inside her. He could feel the inside of her cunt clasping his probing fingers as spasm after spasm shot through her whole body. Her breasts quivered delightfully, as her face screwed up in an expression of delicious pain. Her teeth clenched together as she shook her head rapidly from side to side, moaning loudly as she came, and came, and came again... John had never seen such a display of unbridled lust and desire in a woman. Never witnessed a woman having an orgasm as intense as this gorgeous little slut was experiencing. Never in his whole life seen a woman so abandoned in her pursuit of debauched pleasure... The old man's chest pounded as it swelled with unbelievable pride. For the first time in his life, he had made a woman cum with his own endeavours. Not only that, but a beautiful woman half his age too. Fucking unbelievable he thought to himself as he watched his delighted lover settle, her orgasmic convulsions slowly expiring as her body slumped naked and supine on the desktop. Just Fucking Unbelievable... *** "She's such a dirty little bitch isn't she John?" John was snapped out of his reverie by the voice of his lover's watching husband. He had forgotten all about James, as he had been taking the opportunity to continue playing with the lovely woman still nakedly spread-eagled across his desk, gently stroking her sopping vagina as she lay submissively in front of him. Now, he was nervous and embarrassed as he turned to face the grinning spouse. "I... I...I think she's absolutely wonderful." he stammered. John noticed for the first time the video camera being held and pointed at him by the smirking husband. Worried thoughts suddenly flashed through his confused mind as he realised the possible consequences of his actions. What the fuck is that all about? Would they try to use the tape to blackmail him? Was this incredible evening going to cost him his job? His wife? His reputation? James caught the look of worry that momentarily crossed the old man's red face. Laughing out loud, he reassured the panic-stricken man, "Oh don't worry John, this is just for our entertainment later. My wife just loves to watch herself getting fucked by naughty old men." Relieved by the husband's assertions, John sank back into his comfortable chair. Libby's legs were still spread either side of his naked thighs, her pussy still twitching as she slowly calmed down from her orgasm. He looked longingly at the open slit, his mouth salivating as he tasted her on his lips. "I think you had better use that to fuck her now John, don't you? She'll be asleep in two minutes if you don't." James carried on, nodding at John's still exposed groin. John glanced down at his swaying shaft in astonishment. Incredulous that his previously decrepit old cock was once again at full erection. Not just hanging limply any more, but so engorged it was pointing skywards for the first time in years as it jumped and pulsed, seeming to have taken on a life of it's own. "You mean? I can..." he spluttered, amazed by the turn of events as he looked pleadingly at the smiling James. Libby was up on her elbows, smiling at his rigid shaft with undisguised admiration as she licked her lips seductively. "Would you really like to fuck me John? Fuck my warm wet cunt? You made it that way you naughty old man so I suppose you'd better fill it for me. Don't you?" she pouted. The woman was taunting him he knew. She wasn't teasing and tormenting him though. He knew she meant to have him. Have his proud cock in her steaming hot cunt. Have him fuck her until he couldn't take any more... Her eyes were glinting with amusement as she stared at her lover. Raising herself from her position on her back, she stood in front of him and gripped his rock-hard phallus in her right hand. Reaching up with her left, she pulled his face towards hers. Their lips mashed together as she forcefully kissed him, her mouth opening just enough for her to push her squirming tongue against his in a sensual display of her wantonness. John moaned lustfully as they kissed, his hand once again delving between her legs and exploring her red-hot clasping cavity with his probing fingers. Libby let go of his cock, giving him one more chaste peck on his lips before turning away from him and bending over the desk. He stared in awe for a second as she reached back and spread her soft pear-shaped arse cheeks, exposing the wrinkled little brown starfish secretly hidden between the delightful orbs. Taking a hold on his almost painful erection, John took a step forward and rubbed his sensitive glans down the full length of her rear crevice. "Whoa there big man. I think you'd better put this on." John snapped out of his almost hypnotic trance. He glanced over at the still filming James who was grinning playfully at him, thrusting a shiny little package towards him with his left hand. The voyeuristic husband casually tossed the small foil packet on the desk next to his wife's naked backside, nodding for John to use its contents to clad his cock in the protective latex. Impatiently, John tore at the uncooperative little wrapper, struggling to co-ordinate his slippery fingers in his excitement. Libby didn't help his concentration either as she looked back at him over her shoulder and grinned at his dilemma, wiggling her delightfully spread buttocks at him as she tormented him. He tugged at the foil with his teeth, still trying to ogle the gorgeous display in front of him as his shaking fingers tried to open the damn packaging. Finally... Finally, he managed to pull the soft latex from its covering. His strangely inexperienced fingers, as this was the first condom he had tried to don in over 10 years, rolled the tight sheath over his cock. He couldn't ever remember being this excited. This hard. This erect. This fucking big... The expectant Libby continued watching him over her shoulder, her yearning to have her pussy filled obvious as she aimed her bottom at him. Once more, she reached back and spread herself for him, awaiting his entry to her tight grotto. "C'mon John. Fill me up with that lovely big cock of yours. Give it to me hard. Fuck me like the nasty little slut I am. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone in your life before." Fucking Hell. This is just unbelievable, John thought to himself as he stepped forward once again and placed his latex-covered shaft against Libby's soft nether regions. He gently rubbed up and down the valley, lubricating himself on her wet lips, even teasing the puckered little arsehole as his cock brushed over it. "Whoa John... Not there. No way. No one gets that except my husband." Libby muttered over her shoulder at him, raising herself slightly by standing on her toes, causing his cock to slip between her pouting sex lips, "For fuck's sake, just shove it in my hot cunt will you?" she pleaded irritably as she pushed back against him. Always the gentleman, John did as she had demanded, shoving his cock as deep and as hard as he could with one forceful push. * * * Libby could feel her lover's groin slapping against her arse cheeks as he started to piston his surprisingly rock-hard penis in-and-out of her sopping pussy. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock as tightly as she could; clutching the invading shaft with all the power she could muster, rewarding him with the feeling of being gripped by a soft, warm, wet clamp. Her tender clitoris was being slammed agonisingly against the edge of the shiny desktop every time he thrust into her, giving her the sort of delicious pain she craved... The sexually submissive woman absolutely loved being violently fucked. Yes, she adored her husband "making-love" to her in the privacy of their own bedroom, but here? Here she needed to be possessed; to be owned by the cock pounding the insides of her clasping cunt. She didn't want gentle loving. No, she wanted and needed rough, almost brutal, fucking. Libby was gasping for breath, moaning loudly as John's hard cock hammered into her. Her battered and abused clitoris was sending delicious sensations to all her body's nerve-ends as it was repeatedly banged against the edge of the desk. Her nipples, so swollen they were almost painful, rubbed mercilessly against the hard wooden surface as her body slid backwards and forwards. James knew what his shameless wife was craving. He knew her all too well. Moving in front of her, he instructed John to pull her head backwards by her hair, stressing the need to do it as sadistically as he could. "That's it John," he commanded in encouragement, "Make the bitch scream. She loves it. Absolutely fucking loves it." Opening her tear-filled eyes, Libby looked mockingly up at her grinning "master". She smiled knowingly as she saw he was holding his cock in his palm, thrusting the leaking end toward her face. "Mmmm," she moaned, "Please, Please fuck me... Fuck me hard..." James took a step forward and with one firm push, shoved his full length down the back of her perfectly positioned throat. She gagged. She choked. None of that mattered to the domineering husband. Libby loved being spit-roasted. She loved and adored her husband shoving his big thick cock down her throat. She loved the feeling of choking as he filled her airways. She especially loved swallowing him when she was being pounded from behind by some stranger's anonymous cock as it filled her clasping cunt. Just like now... Several times in the past, she had almost blacked out as he choked her with his dick, but he always seemed to know exactly the right moment to pull out and allow her to breathe again. He knew all about her. Knew her limits. Knew her desires. Moreover, she trusted him... * * * John was enthusiastically building up a fair head of steam. He was able to delay his orgasm much longer than normal; cumming twice in less than an hour was unheard of in his experience. He gripped the woman's firm hips hard, his fingertips digging in painfully as he used his hands to exert even more force into his thrusting. Now, his back was beginning to ache as he drove his own hips manfully at the soft buttocks in front of him. His knees were beginning to buckle as the effort of his exertions caused his old body to protest. But, none of that could stop him... Libby was revelling in her body's sexual debasement. She was being fucked hard! Really hard! Her older lover at her back continued to pump his shaft deep into her vagina, his groin slapping against her buttocks with ever-increasing ferocity. His cock, pistoning in and out of her wet cunt with all the force of the mechanical fucking machine she had seen online and wanted for Christmas, was forcing her husband's delicious pole deep into her mouth. Her face was pressing repeatedly against his hairy stomach as she took every inch of her favourite penis into her throat. She was desperately trying to breathe through her nose as her air-supply was blocked by the invading weapon, almost retching every time the hard cock withdrew. None of her pain and discomfort mattered though. Not now. Not ever. She was being violently fucked. And she fucking LOVED IT. James was concentrating hard. He had to. His cock was being sucked to perfection. He could feel his glans rubbing against the back of her throat every time she was forced onto him, sending erotically charged shockwaves to his brain. The sensations were incredible. So intense. Scrambling his thoughts as his whole body's nervous system seemed to be centred on his groin. All the while, he held the video camera in his hand, catching every debauched moment for posterity as he desperately tried to hold back his own impending eruption... * * * John knew he couldn't last much longer. All too soon, he could feel his cock tingling with the sensation of his impending climax. His swollen nuts were almost throbbing, as they got ready to unleash another load of cum into the protective latex. Suddenly and uncontrollably, his sperm shot from his pulsing, throbbing cock, stretching the latex sheath to its limit. "Argghhh. Oh Fuckkkk. So good. So Fucking... Wonderful," the old man shouted, his voice screaming out as the most powerful orgasm he had ever had racked through his body. James saw what was happening to the older man. Immediately he let go with his own cum, squirting his own sticky mucus down his wife's welcoming throat as he pushed one last time, clenching his buttocks as his cock twitched and pumped in her over-filled mouth. Determinedly he tried to keep the video camera focused on the whole event, knowing how much she would enjoy watching herself being used. He groaned loudly, his head thrown back as a deep guttural sound came from deep within him as his cock pumped its load into his wife. Libby could feel her lover thrusting at her cunt, his cock pumping its sticky load into her. She could taste her husband's cum as it filled her mouth and throat, threatening to drown her as she desperately tried to swallow everything before she choked. It was all too much. She had been having constant small orgasms all the while she was being fucked, but now... Now she felt her body let go in a monumental, mind-blowing, fabulous climax. "Mmmmm. Nnnnngh. Ah, Ah, Ahnnnngh," she moaned, her lips still around her husband's cock, unable to speak coherently as he pumped his seed onto her writhing tongue. At last. The slowly softening phallus withdrew from her mouth, allowing her to suck huge gulps of air into her starved lungs. She looked up lovingly at him, locking eyes with her husband as she lasciviously licked the overflowing remnants of his cum from around her mouth. Pursing her wet, shiny lips together, she blew him a kiss before silently mouthing, "I love you" directly into the camera lens... * * * "WOW! That was absolutely bloody amazing... Fucking hell. I've never felt anything so good. So... So damn horny, in my whole life," John gasped as he tried desperately to get some much-needed air back into his clammy, exhausted body. His cock rested softly on his balls, still sticky with a mixture of Libby's love juice and his own sweat as they gently supported his spent phallus. The condom dangled from the end of the softening shaft, full of his thick white cum as the latex sheath threatened to slip off him and onto the floor. Libby still lay spread-eagled over the desktop, the polished surface now dulled and soiled by her gooey secretions. Her legs were still wide apart. Her glistening pussy, still pulsing as it slowly closed again like a well-fed clam, appeared to be winking at the fascinated John as he continued to stare at the orifice his grateful cock had so recently vacated. "Mmmmmm," was all she could manage to utter, her throat still coated with her husband's viscous cum. James was the first to be able to move with any coordination. He stood, wiped his cock on his wife's open mouth, and then slapped her a couple of times with it across her glistening cheeks in a show of his absolute domination of the sexually submissive spouse. "OK. Now go get yourself cleaned up Libby. John and I have some business to discuss," he instructed his wife, his voice commanding and authoritative as he carefully tucked his semi-soft cock back into his trousers before zipping up and placing the video camera on the desk beside her. * * * Libby slowly raised herself. Her breasts were glistening with perspiration. Her rigid nipples looked almost sore as they thrust outwards from their soft nests. Her inner thighs were streaked with the shiny residue of her pussy's gooey, orgasmic, secretions. Tentatively she straightened her back, the movement restricted and quite painful as she gently relieved the kinks her prone position had caused. After asking John where the ladies rest room was. She naughtily bent at the waist, deliberately and provocatively keeping her knees straight. Her beautiful arse-cheeks parted, exposing her tight little brown bum-hole, and further down her shiny pussy lips, to her lovers appreciative gaze. She knew exactly what she was doing. She blatantly flaunted her nakedness as she picked her clothes up from where they had been casually discarded.