18 comments/ 441741 views/ 26 favorites English Rose Gets Plucked! By: Hopebeach When a young woman has everything she needs to get by in life, what else does she crave?? Beauty and good looks, brains and an enquiring mind, a warm, loving family, good friends and a boyfriend who dotes on her. Kay had all these things at the age of 19. She had been brought up in an upper middle-class English family in the south of England, been educated at grammar school, and then went on to University to study science. Life couldn't have been better, but on top of all this, Kay was attractive, sexy, with a superb, young body, and didn't she know it? She was 5'8, with dark hair, straight with little curls at her shoulders, brown eyes and she possessed a luscious figure measuring 34c 26 35. She had acted like a pure English virgin right up to her marriage to Dave, and had only allowed him deep fumbles here and there to keep him satisfied until their wedding night. It had always been Kay's (and her family's) intention to use her considerable academic abilities to forge a career for herself and, after university, armed with a degree, she took an appointment with a big, multi-national company on the English south coast. Kay was flying now, and marriage to Dave just rounded off her young life to a tee! There was no doubt about it.....Kay was 'Posh Totty,' in the fullest sense, with a plum in her mouth, and she was a bit of a snob. She knew men admired her and perhaps lusted after her, and this sometimes made her even more aloof in her demeanour! She was brought up to believe that her body was her own, only to be given where true love existed, and in marriage, and there were times when even her husband could only drool at his wife's sexy figure, almost pleading with Kay for a night of passion in the privacy of their own house. Kay's husband learned that, after a few drinks in relaxing circumstances, Kay would sometimes become less austere and perhaps she could more easily be persuaded to enjoy the fun and erotic excitement of wonderful sex. It was fantastic when it happened but, for Dave, it didn't happen often enough. The thought of his wife's body and what it was capable of doing, and enjoying, kept going round and round in his mind, driving him crazy with lust. It got to the stage where he couldn't stop fantasising about Kay and her 'posh' body and how it was so enticing and teasing. For her part, Kay enjoyed her sexual power, and knew that she could control her husband quite easily by teasing him, speaking down to him, and perhaps allowing him just a few glimpses of her firm limbs only now and then. If she was feeling particularly randy and horny, then Dave might be allowed to enjoy his wife's pleasures until such time as she was satisfied, and then he had to live with just his lust and fantasies once more!! She wouldn't talk about sex, or her feelings, thinking it was improper and somehow 'dirty.' Her parents had never discussed sex in front of, or with, the children and Kay was now just the same. Whatever her feelings, whatever fantasies she may have had (if any), she kept them to herself, and poor old Dave just had to be patient. Kay had an important job, one that she treasured, and her scientific experiments were respected enormously by her company, and she didn't let anything interfere with her work. She knew she was well thought of, and was tremendously competitive at work, giving her a feeling of even more power! This only added to Dave's frustration because Kay would always go to work looking wonderfully feminine and attractive. She loved the best clothes, the best underwear, and Dave knew she would be wearing stockings and suspenders under her smart skirts and dresses as she went off to work, and his fantasies about his wife seemed to get worse and worse. She didn't give any indication that she was dissatisfied with married life, but gradually their life assumed the hum-drum daily grind of many normal couples. Kay would enjoy Dave in the matrimonial bed when circumstances were right, but life, work and upper class propriety always came first with Kay. Dave learnt never to try and discuss his fantasies with his wife, because he knew he would get a 'telling off' from his posh wife, and told to 'behave yourself!' This led to Dave's fantasies getting worse and worse. He was quite confident that his wife was not playing around.....she knew that wouldn't be right, and her scientific work was far more important.......but he couldn't stop imagining his wife letting her guard down just now and again. He'd love Kay to allow a glimpse of her stocking tops to other men, he buzzed with excitement when she was wearing a skirt or dress that was clinging tightly to her firm, curved ass, or wearing a blouse that showed a hint of shapely cleavage. Like most men, his fantasies became worse the more Kay seemed to be in control of her behaviour. Dave imagined her submitting her charms in the worst way, strange hands caressing and molesting her body, and he couldn't get these thoughts out of his mind as time went on. Kay didn't even like shopping for clothes with her husband, thinking that it was a private thing that only she would control. Not that Dave was complaining! She always bought colourful, fine clothes and underwear, the best stockings and suspenders, the finest shoes, but Dave just wished that the clothes could be put to better use!!! He managed to lose some of his pent up frustrations by spending a lot of spare time yachting with the local yacht club at Eling in Totton on Southampton waters. He had joined the club at the instigation of a few friends who were also members, but he was pleasantly surprised when Kay seemed to take a keen interest in the sport, and she also joined the club and became an accomplished yachtswoman in her own right. The social life was wonderful, they made new friends, but they didn't sail together. Kay went out with one crew and her husband sailed with others. It gave them a common interest, kept them fit and healthy, gave them some sort of friendly rivalry in who was the best yachtsman of the two of them, and generally made their social life more lively and energetic. Of course, Kay had to have the best sailing gear, the best yachting shoes, the best wet weather gear, because she would never let her prim and proper attitude and demeanour down, particularly in public, among new friends. There were dances, discos, BBQs, meals at the club, and these gave Kay the opportunities to wear her posh clothes, her posh shoes and underwear, and it always brought on Dave's fantasies, knowing that other men would be ogling his wife, even though Kay never gave a hint of being promiscuous or flirty. However, after a few drinks, Kay did seem to become a little merrier, laughing and giggling more freely, and letting her guard down a fraction. Men liked to chat her up, in the nicest possible way, and it was after one of these social evenings that something wonderful happened for Dave......or was it awful, disgusting.......Dave couldn't quite work out which!!! It was late on a Saturday evening, the bar at the yacht club was closing, and Mike, one of the friends in the circle, suggested that a few of them went back to his flat for a night-cap. These included Kay and Dave. Well, there was no reason to refuse, as they could have a lay in on Sunday, they had had a good day on the water, and they were both enjoying the company and the relaxed atmosphere. Back at Mike's flat, there turned out to be 7 of them, 3 girls and 4 boys. There were partners, husbands and wives, and the host Mike, a single guy! They were all much the same age, although Kay was probably the youngest there. The 3 women sat on the knees of their partners, while Mike sat alone. The group had a few more drinks when Mike got up and subtly dimmed the lights really low and put on some soft music. Nothing untoward was said, and the conversation continued in a light-hearted manner until Mike suddenly said, 'Look, you devils. I'm sitting here like a sardine while you guys each have a gorgeous woman sitting on your laps. I don't think that's fair.' There were silent looks and a little laughter from the others, but gradually it was decided to play a little game. After each disc on the hi-fi ended, a girl would move along onto the next male lap, and she would stay there until the next disc ended. Pretty straight-forward but it brought butterflies to each stomach in the room. There were little giggles and flirtatious laughter as defences were slightly lowered and minor liberties taken, but nothing embarrassing seemed to be taking place. Each man took a turn at being 'on his own,' and when Dave found himself the odd one out, he took the opportunity to sit back on the big sofa and enjoy a cigarette. He had enjoyed the day at the club. It had been sunny with a good breeze for the sailing, and the relaxed atmosphere in the evening had been ideal to finish off the day. As he took a welcome drag on his cigarette he looked up and almost froze to the spot. Kay was sitting on Mike's lap at the far end of the darkened room and they weren't playing 'I-spy!!!' The music, although soft and melodic, was enough to hide any conversation, but there wasn't much conversation going on between Kay and Mike. Luckily, Kay's head was facing away from her husband but Dave could see her little dress had slid up her thighs to show off a wonderful expanse of her legs, and Dave was able to just sit and ogle at one of his fantasies happening before his eyes. Mike was holding Kay quite firmly to him and his mouth was almost devouring her. There was no mistake that they were engaging in a hard French kiss with both tongues fighting recklessly in each other's mouth. Not only this, but Mike's hand was right across Kay's breast on her dress, and he was helping himself to the bulges of her gorgeous chest, cupping the flesh, rubbing the nipple through the material, pushing the mound against Kay's chest and generally making the most of the wonderful opportunity. And even more exciting for Dave.....Kay seemed to be thoroughly enjoying every moment, actively allowing her chest to thrust forward for Mike's exploration, and using her tongue to give as much pleasure as she was receiving. Dave was initially stunned with anger but also with excited lust. He had thought of moments like this for months, and now that it was happening, even just a lusty kiss and a fumble, he found himself getting turned on, with his cock starting to strain against his trousers. He finished his cigarette but seemed glued to his seat as he watched his wife, and all sorts of thoughts went through his mind! He didn't want the moment to stop, he watched Kay shuffle with lust on Mike's lap, he wanted it to go on and on and, in fact, Dave was hooked. Jealousy soon gave way to the male fantasies that most men seem to have about their wives, but suddenly the music stopped. Dave was in a daze at what he had just seen, and he just hoped that he might see more although the evening was now very late. There was no doubt that drink had helped to lower Kay's defences, but the game seemed to stop now and couples just laughed and cuddled one another, and Dave had yet another drink. Suddenly, only a short time later, another shock awaited Dave because as he talked to one of the other girls, he looked for Kay again in the darkened room. This time, even more excitingly, Mike had Kay standing up against the wall at the far end of the room. As Dave watched, his body almost shaking with emotion, Mike was just undoing the last of the buttons on Kay's blouse. Christ!! His hand was pushing up her bra!! Mike's mouth covered Kay's lips, and the posh wife again opened her mouth gladly to accept another bout of tongue fighting and erotic lust, while at the same time, Mike's hand began to explore the naked skin of Kay's shapely breasts. Her bra was hanging above her breasts and Mike's leg was wedging itself between Kay's wonderful thighs, and his hand now began to explore every contour, every inch of the pert, young breasts and nipples. Dave could see his wife's tits heaving with excitement as Mike mauled them like a kid with a toy, and once again, Dave's cock was starting to get like a rock in his trousers. How far would Kay go? How far would she allow her defences to be lowered, even with her husband in the same room? Would Mike get his hand up her dress and into her panties? Would everyone in the room see her stockings and underwear? They could all see her wonderful tits and the way she was allowing Mike to play with them as though they were his own, but what did Dave want to happen next?? God, he felt so embarrassed, but so horny! What happened next was that someone shouted that they were going home, and then another couple said the same thing. Mike and Kay quickly broke apart, and Kay hurriedly buttoned her dress and became decent again. The party closed down with everyone saying goodnight with kisses on the cheeks, and then Dave was driving Kay home. Dave didn't know what to say, and Kay wouldn't say anything, with her 'holier than thou' attitude, but Dave just had to fuck his wife that night, he was so turned on, and when he began to shoot his cum into Kay's soaking cunt, he knew it was the best fuck he had enjoyed for months. Kay felt pretty good as well!!! Dave's mind couldn't get the pictures of his wife out of his mind and this went on for days and weeks. Kay didn't want to talk about a 'silly little thing that happened at a party, after a few drinks,' and would just change the subject whenever her husband mentioned 'that' evening. But now Dave was hooked! He had seen another man openly kissing his wife and mauling her naked tits, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to see some more! His sex with Kay was wonderful, and they indulged in all sorts of wonderful practices in the privacy of their marital bedroom, but Kay would never, under any circumstances, entertain any sort of hint from Dave that he would love to see her enjoying frivolous play with other men. 'I'm a respectable, married woman, Dave. I don't want anybody else. I'm happy with my life, and I really love my job, so please put the idea out of your head once and for all.' That would put Dave in his place, but still the fantasies would play across his mind, and gradually they seemed to get the better of him. His wife really was 'posh totty,' and he would just love to see her defences lowered again, only this time, quite comprehensively. He tried to leave her alone at parties to see what would happen, he would question her about her days at work, and he would even sometimes hint that if Kay took a lover, then he would have no particular objection. But still nothing from Kay, and this only increased Dave's frustrations. He would watch her walk off to work in the mornings, really looking smart, dignified and sexy, and he knew that under the smart dress, or blazer, she would be wearing stockings and the finest underwear, and his fantasies would become frantic and excessive. However, he knew Kay was switched on, and would never play his games, nor walk into his fantasy life. She wanted to progress at work, perhaps go on up the company ladder, and if anybody was going to be on the end of her seductive teasing, it would be her mature boss at work. A Dr of science, Kay's boss was dashing, intelligent, suave, quite a few years older than she was, and he was a man who appreciated the intelligence and sexual beauty of his female employee. The doctor would often make compliments or comments to Kay that would make her blush, and this would turn her on even more than her husband's continued innuendos about taking a lover. Her admiration and respect for her boss would make her 'all soppy and shy' with him to such an extent that she wondered, in her own naïve way, if this was the way to progress in the company!! This puppy love admiration for Kay's boss didn't go unnoticed by Dave, and it often gave him ammunition to tease Kay about giving in to his obvious advances, so increasing Dave's lustful fantasies regarding his wife. As ever, Kay fobbed off all the leading remarks, and still proclaimed her faithfulness. She would never become involved in conversation about the subject, however hard Dave tried, but it didn't seem to affect their sex together. In private Dave seemed to be able to take any kind of liberty with his wife's sexy body, including taking wonderful photographs of her in all number of poses, but conversation about his fantasies were a no-no. Months turned into 2 or 3 years as Kay continued her important work, while Dave's fantasies didn't get any less wild. Every now and then, he would tease Kay and tell her that she was so sexy and seemingly unobtainable that he loved the idea of her taking a lover, but it always seemed to fall on deaf ears. Then on a journey home one evening, after visiting a restaurant in Bournemouth, and after Kay, now 23, had enjoyed a few drinks, Dave thought he would broach the subject once more. 'You're looking really hot and sexy this evening, darling. Did you see those men lusting over you in the restaurant? Does it do things to you, Kay, you know, thinking about those fantasies I have? You can't say you've never thought about enjoying another man, can you?' Her reply rocked Dave in his seat and the car nearly veered across the road. Sheepishly, in the darkness of the car, Kay whispered, 'It's already happened, Dave!!!' Dave was almost sick on the spot. 'Who, what, where, when??' All the questions came spewing from his mouth, not because Kay had been fucked by another man, but because she had not told him at the time, and that he had not been there to see it. As well as feeling sick, Dave's cock almost sat bolt upright in the driving seat. She's actually done it! Her prim, upper class, posh body and mind had actually given in to her animal instincts and Kay had enjoyed a sexual liaison with another man. What was he like, what was his cock like, was it bigger than Dave's, what did she do, how long did it last?? All the questions kept coming from his mouth as he tried to keep the car on the straight and narrow as they drove home. In the darkness of the country road, Kay slowly, quietly and embarrassingly, sketched just the outline of the day in question. Dave sat open-mouthed. 'A man at work named Phil, in his 30s, has been flirting with me for months. A couple of weeks ago, we all went home early because the heating and electric in the factory and offices had broken down. Phil offered me a lift home, he bought some vodka, and one thing just led to another. He just fucked my brains out!! I'm sorry Dave, you've been keeping on about and now it's happened!' There was silence in the car for at least a minute. Dave was gobsmacked as millions of images flashed through his mind at once. Kay was right. He had fantasised about such an event, he had hinted to her that he would enjoy such a scenario, even encouraged it, but now that Kay had admitted to it, Dave just didn't know what he felt. It wasn't even her boss that had seduced her, so she hadn't done it to further her career! He carried on trying to elicit more information from his wife, but she controlled her emotions and just refused to elaborate. This was even worse for Dave. Did this man Phil satisfy her, what did he make her do, how long did it last? It went on all the way home in the car, but still Kay refused to go into any more details. Dave was awake all night wondering, even stroking his cock as he thought of his high class, posh-totty wife giving in and fucking another man. As things calmed down fractionally over the next few days, Dave watched his wife's movements very closely. If only she would tell him exactly what happened, but he could only content himself with wanking twice as often as normal, as he thought of Kay, as she so eloquently put it, 'having her brains fucked out.' English Rose Gets Plucked! If only he could catch her at it, it might satisfy his curiosity, but she kept telling him it was a 'one-off' and had not been repeated. Dave was not so sure. She still went to work looking like a million dollars, with stockings and sexy underwear on, the best make up, and tantalising high heels. Dave thought that if it were him who was working with Kay, he'd want to 'fuck her brains out,' as well. Kay's parents lived only a 20 minute walk away from the couple and, just by coincidence, they were off on holiday for awhile. Dave thought this might be a chance because Kay promised to watch their house while they were away and she said, quite casually, that she would be going over there on Thursday evening, to tidy up and sort out any mail. Was this it, Dave thought? Was this the opportunity Kay was using for another episode of sexual lust outside of her marriage. Dave's mind swung into overtime! He told Kay that while she was out, he would nip down to the yacht club for a few beers and a chat with his mates. As Kay didn't drive, he knew she was not going to be able to join him at the club, so he hatched his devious plan. It might come to nothing! He might be completely wrong, but he just had to know! He just had to try and be there if it happened again! On Thursday evening, he left home before Kay and nipped round to hiss house. He had a spare key, and went inside to try and arrange things. He drew the curtains as it was dark, but just left a little gap so that anything going on could be viewed from the back garden. Then Dave went back to his car and sat in a side street waiting for.....waiting for what? It might be nothing. Before too long, he saw Kay walking past the end of the road and knew she would be going into the house within 2 minutes. He gave it 30 minutes and then Dave locked the car and quietly moved into the garden of the house and slid round to the back garden. He was in luck. Kay had not moved the curtains, and he could see clearly through the crack in the curtains. She appeared to be alone, but she looked magnificent as she sat on the sofa, browsing through a magazine. She had certainly made an effort. She wore high heels and had put on a smart, posh but simple light dress, one that was just above the knee but stuck like glue to her shapely breasts and curves. It also looked like she was wearing a pair of dark stockings, but only time would tell....or would it? Time wore on, perhaps for an hour and a half, and Dave was beginning to think that Kay was just resting before she walked back home, but then Dave heard a sports car drive along the road and then come to a standstill, and the engine die. Could this be it? He knew this Phil bloke had a sports car. Butterflies raced round his stomach, sweat formed on his brow and the base of his neck and then 5 minutes later, it happened. He could see Kay suddenly look up and glance at the door, and then she left the room, only to return a few minutes later, followed by a man that Dave recognised. So this was Phil, the bastard.....the lucky bastard!!! Dave had seen him a few times at socials where Kay worked. He was about 10 years older than Kay, single and a real ladies man. He was dark haired, slim, well dressed and he exuded confidence! Immediately, the couple melted into a tongue-tied kiss and Dave felt his cock grow. There were no preliminaries, and Dave tried to keep control of his breathing. Kay had her hands all over her lover and Phil was feeling every contour of this young, married woman. To many, including Dave, Kay would seem a real catch, especially as she was married and gave the air of a really prim, stuck-up, posh young bitch, but here she was lustily kissing a man from work, and her husband was peeking through the window, watching. As Dave watched Phil manoeuvre his wife to sit on the edge of the sofa, he felt all the emotions run through his mind. His cock was certainly growing with excitement, but he felt enraged at how his wife could be so devious. Yet, he had urged her to be more sexually liberated and now she was doing just that......and Dave loved each movement through the window. He couldn't really complain and he was not about to interrupt, as this opportunity might never happen again. His hand went to his cock as he saw Phil begin to knead Kay's pert, hard breasts through her dress. Phil was a quick worker.....he had not even taken off his jacket yet! The kissing continued, becoming more and more frantic and passionate, and Dave could hardly believe how passionate his wife was becoming. Love making at home was good, but it was quiet, controlled and perhaps Kay was a little reserved...but not tonight! Her breathing was already heavy, her breasts heaving beautifully as Phil played with them, cupping them, squeezing them inside the dress, lowering her defences...if they needed lowering at all!! In return, Kay was running her hands up and down Phil's clothes, feeling his chest and then...God forbid.....she was stroking the bulge at the front of his trousers. Dave felt ashamed, but he just had to free his cock from his trousers. It was dark, the garden wasn't overlooked, and Dave just began to stroke his cock in the night air as though it was the most natural thing in the world! His eyes were glued to the crack in the curtains, although he couldn't hear what was being said. On the other side of the window, Kay was quickly falling under the spell of her older lover. Everything he suggested was greeted with complete obedience, and very soon, Phil had this gorgeous young wife with her skirt up and kneeling before him. His big hand started to roam up the inside of her dress, feeling those stunning legs, getting to the tops of the stockings and then running his hands all over the naked thighs at the top. This girl was dynamite!! He began to kiss the willing mouth again as his fingers toyed with the tops of Kay's thighs, savouring every moment, enjoying the freshness and firmness of the young body. 'You are gorgeous, Kay. Your skin is so milky and soft, I could eat all of you. I knew you wanted it again, didn't you? You wanted more hard cock, didn't you? I bet your husband doesn't know how badly you need it, does he?' 'Forget my husband, the dirty little pervert.....yes, I want it, Phil.....you know I want some more of......of it!' 'Say it, Kay, you posh piece of gorgeous ass....say you want more cock...I want to hear you say it! I want to hear you talk dirty, Kay!' Kay blushed in her upper class way, but she looked Phil right in the eyes as she murmured, 'I want some more, Phil, I want some more...c.....more cock! Please!' They both grinned at each other and there was no turning back now. Phil eased her willing body back onto the carpet and his hand went straight up inside her dress to feel those soft, firm breasts and then everything seemed to happen quickly, roughly, without polite ceremony. They had both come here for a secret assignation, and there was no point hanging about. Phil wanted to get his cock into this attractive, young, married woman once more, and Kay wanted to have her 'brains fucked out' again. Kay quickly lifted her dress and Dave could see from outside that his wife had left off her bra...God, the brazen hussy, he thought, but it didn't stop him continuing to wank his throbbing cock. Perhaps Phil had told her not to wear a bra whenever they met?? Christ, she had even become obedient to another man! Phil was soon exploring Kay some more, his hand deep in her panties, obviously working her cunt so that it was wet and ready for him, but done in a tender and loving way, keeping the 'pot' boiling for just a few minutes longer. Then it all started to happen and Dave couldn't help himself as his hand whizzed up and down his meaty shaft as he watched his wife give in completely! He had imagined his wife in this position in his deepest fantasies for a number of years. As he watched her body move at home, seeing the tight curves on his single-minded wife, he had thought about seeing her open legs in stockings waiting for another cock to ravish her. Many a time after Kay had drifted off to sleep, refusing to give her body because she was tired, (or perhaps because she was thinking of greater things!!) Dave had slowly wanked his cock and wished he could just watch her once giving her body to another man while he watched. Her dominant and confident manner always gave the impression that sex was good for her, but only on her conditions and when she was ready for it. Even during the act of being fucked, Kay seemed always in control and able to stop the proceedings if she so wanted. Dave wanted to see her lose control, act like a hussy who couldn't resist what was being done to her with a man who knew how to handle her temperament and stuck-up attitude. In short, Dave also wanted to see Kay have 'her brains fucked out!!' He watched through the window as his wife's lover slowly pulled off her little panties leaving her in just her stockings and suspenders, and then Phil stripped completely. God....a shiver ran through Dave's body as he stopped wanking for just a few seconds. Phil's body was awesome...no wonder his wife liked having her 'brains fucked out!' Phil was enormous and already he was hard as he lay Kay on the ground and began to play with her naked body. His cock was at least 3 inches bigger than Dave's and very thick, and Kay was quickly grabbing at it and starting to gently play with it as Phil caressed her raging cunt. Dave could see she was already soaking wet, even from through the window, as her juices glistened, and he only wished that he could hear what was being said. To hear what his prim wife was saying to her lover would be just as exciting as what she was doing, because at home, Kay very rarely got animated during love-making and Dave wondered what the secret was. If he had been in the room, he would have been able to hear Phil teasing her as he went to work on working the young wife up into a state of frenzy! 'So you want some more cock, then, young Miss High and Mighty, do you?' he laughed. 'Well, I don't know whether I should. You're a big boy, aren't you, a very big boy......and I'm a married lady. I don't think I ought to be playing with things like this while I'm a married lady!' but Kay just stroked the awesome tool in her hand. 'You know you love it, don't you, you dirty little bitch.' Her juices became worse as Phil talked dirty to her. She loved the language, she loved, for once in her life, someone treating her like a dirty little trollop and, as Phil stood up, she knew what was expected. 'Suck it, you dirty bitch,' he instructed as he grabbed the back of her head. Kay looked up and opened her soft, naïve lips. Then she guided this stunning specimen into her mouth and began to suck and nibble for all she was worth. It was hard work! Kay's fingers hardly went around Phil's big cock and her mouth became quite stretched as he pushed in as much as he could. But Kay did the best she could as Phil kept bringing her head as close to his groin as possible, trying to push himself deep within her throat. 'Come on, Kay...deeper...there's a good girl. Let's see what a good cock-sucker you are! You know Brennan wants you, don't you? You know if you want promotion, you'll have to let Brennan fuck you?' Kay was startled by the statement but kept gobbling and sucking as Phil held her firmly. Brennan was the boss at work who was always letching and lusting after Kay. Everything he said had a double meaning and he was always looking at her breasts or trying to see up Kay's skirt whenever she had to go and see him. But fuck him??? 'God, no?' she gasped as she came up for breathe. She DID want promotion...her job was very important to Kay, and she DID know he was always trying to weave her into provocative positions but, as yet, Kay had not succumbed to her boss's charms. But Phil had just spelt it out as clear as can be, and now Kay knew just what the situation was! It certainly was something that Kay would have to consider! 'He wants to see those pert little breasts, Kay, and that beautiful, tight ass. Keep sucking, you dirty little bitch. I think you should let him! Once he gets into your tight panties and fucks you, you can have anything you want at work, Kay! Now, get on the floor and then you can have this cock right up your sexy little cunt.' 'Ummmm,' was all Kay could moan as Phil took her body and lay on the floor. He was on his back and he pushed Kay around so that he could get to her sopping cunt. They were in the 69 position and Phil went to work with his tongue. She loved his dominance and the way he controlled her, his dirty language and the thoughts of what he had just said. She hated the thought of Brennan touching her, but she was rampant now, needing to have her body ravaged roughly and, just for the moment, if she could get promoted and move on up the management tree, then letting her boss have his wicked way was something that she might just contemplate. But that was the future...right now, Phil's wonderful cock was sticking right up in her face and his lips were creating heaven in her open cunt. Kay sucked and licked again. Outside, poor old Dave had cummm once and was now having a cigarette. He didn't know whether to leave and go home, but his hand just went back to his little cock as he watched how enthusiastic his wife was with another man. He saw her on her knees while another man held her open thighs and licked her welcoming cunt, and he watched his wife eagerly give head, going up and down the thick shaft of meat. He couldn't walk away now, and very soon, his cock was back to its throbbing best. There seemed to be few words now as Phil wanted to begin the period when he would just take this young, married body and fuck it endlessly. After sucking and licking her cunt for what seemed like ages, Dave could see Phil get up and guide Kay to the sofa. There he bent her over so that her hands were on the cushions to support herself. Then Phil was behind her, holding those firm hips, and then he was prodding that monstrous cock into the waiting body. Phil started slowly but soon he was lunging into the warm opening, thrusting as deeply as possible while Dave could see his wife begin to moan and grunt, her head going up and down and from side to side with pure abandonment. Phil was at full throttle as he doggie-fucked the insatiable wife. He hammered against her bottom with his groin, trying to go deeper into Kay as though he was trying to get into her stomach. 'Come on you dirty bitch,' he encouraged her. 'You want it badly, don't you? Come on, slut. Tell me!' 'Ohhhhh...yes, yes..........I love it, harder, harder....pleaseeeee! Your cock feels so good...so big.....fuck me harder, Phil...........harder!' Quickly, Phil slipped out and sat himself onto the sofa. As he went down, he pulled Kay onto him so that she faced him, and she opened her thighs and lowered herself down onto the throbbing cock. It only took a few seconds and soon the couple were at it like animals again. 'Ughh, ughhh, ughhh........' she was moaning with every lunge down onto Phil's cock. Dave could see her breasts sway and her mouth gape open with lust and his hand just jacked at his cock in time with his wife going up and down on Phil's solid cock. Then he saw Phil play with Kay's anus as he fucked his cock harshly into her cunt, and Kay seemed to stifle a scream at her excitement. 'Ahhhh......God, fuck me harder.......harder.....I'm a .....I'm a......!' 'What are you, Kay...come on, what are you?' 'Ummmmmmmmm.....I'm a dirty girl who loves your big cock.....push deeper, deeper, pleeeease!' Almost immediately, Phil shoved the writhing body from his groin and went to the floor. This time, he lay the willing wife on her back and nestled between her legs. Now he was going to fuck her 'missionary' style, where he would be able to hammer her body into the carpet, with nothing to stop him from getting as deep as he could. Straight away, Kay's legs went behind Phil's back and joined in a lock to keep her in position. As the enormous cock started to assault her beautifully once more, Kay's body began to buck up and down, so attached was it to Phil. He just held his body above Kay, with his hands on the floor, like doing push-ups, and thrashed into this warm, wet, appreciative cunt! The couple engaged in passionate kisses and then they just looked at each other as Kay got a really deep pounding. She grunted and almost screamed each time Phil slammed his body down and his cock slid her cunt open and pushed into her depths, going deeper all the time so that she felt as though she was being split open! 'Ahhhhhhhh...........God, Phil, your........your fucking wonderful.....I can feel you fucking me really deep down inside...ughhhhhhhhh!!' He got faster, he went deeper, and Kay became more and more delirious as she was no longer taking part, but was just a fuck toy that Phil was using. But she adored every minute, every long, hard stroke into her body. Outside, Dave had stopped wanking and just stared, open mouthed, at the scene on the other side of the window. As he gaped at seeing his wife completely capitulate to another man's cock, he knew that his role in life had completely changed. Although he was seeing two naked bodies writhing on the floor in frantic copulation, he wasn't really taking it in. His mind buzzed with his options. Clearly, his wife loved to be dominated and that was something that Dave had failed to do during their married life. It was Kay that dominated him, but obviously she liked to be told what to do, she liked to be ordered about, she liked the dirty language, and she liked hard, forbidden sex! Dave could try to change, but it wasn't in his character. So, did he put up with his wife's apparent wanderings, did he confront her and perhaps end his marriage, or did he become a cuckold to his sexy, shapely wife and try and enjoy the way other men wanted her body? As Kay screamed and bucked under the incessant fucking from Phil's thick cock, Dave saw, from his wife's movements and facial expressions, she was now coming to a wonderful, shuddering orgasm. Her fingernails scraped across Phil's back and Dave couldn't help giving his own cock some more hand strokes, as if on automatic pilot. Suddenly, he saw his wife let out one last scream, her body arch and then slump onto the carpet, and she was definitely there! Phil held himself inside the open body and Dave knew that his wife was being comprehensively pumped with shot after shot of thick, white semen. Kay had really had her 'brains fucked out!'.....and she had really enjoyed and given her all to the experience again. English Rose Gets Plucked! Dave couldn't watch any more. He zipped his trousers closed and took one last look through the window, where he saw Phil lifting himself gently from his conquest. Kay's pink, open cunt was soaking and Dave thought he could spy a little trickle of cum oozing between her lips. He saw his wife smiling a broad, satisfied, satiated smile and then Dave slid quietly round the garden wall into the road and was quickly back into his car. Dave's mind buzzed over and over as he drove to the yacht club. He definitely needed a pint of beer before returning home. He had some decisions to make, but all he could see was his sexy wife on her back, being fucked by a big cock, or on her knees, sucking the cock into her throat. Christ, what the hell am I going to do, thought Dave. Could Dave make such a decision? Would he get the chance to decide? Would Kay make the decision for him? Only time would tell....but Dave's cock was still hard from what he had just witnessed!!