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God Bless Yoga

By: qualitywheat



Dear reader, this is a part incest, and loving wife story.

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What was I going to do? I could see myself losing this battle if I wasn't careful, a battle that had been building and going on for 3 months now.

He has no idea how close he was getting. I do manage to escape him. But if he knew how much my will was creaking at the seams. He would have me, I just know it.

The trouble is he is so good looking, virile, handsome in a mature way. Well over 6ft, 185lbs, and I'm sure there is more maturity there still yet. His hair is short wavy and chestnut. His body is to die for, tight and muscular all over, believe it or not.

He has girlfriends and women, who should know better drooling over him. And I know for certain some females have fought over him too. He is just one of those rare men, that no matter who he meets, just about all of them want to go further with him. One of his married female tutors at a night class he attends left in a cloud of confusion. And I heard he was to blame, because of some extra out of school activities, but I was never sure.

I am Justine Barker, I am 25 years old, I've been divorced two years, and have grown nicely accustomed to being my own boss, not having to ask, and consult anyone. If I make a mistake, which isn't very often, then it's my mistake. I don't have to plead my case, the problem is mine, and mine alone.

I am good looking, 5ft 7" tall, hair that rests on my shoulders, a slightly sloping forehead, and roman kind of nose, nice wide eyes, full lips, and I love my body. I don't flaunt it; I am a bit shy that way, I am not the sort to do that. But when I see some of the women around who do, I know for a fact I would put them to shame if I did!

I've had a couple of boyfriends, and had sex with them, but I like to feel if I do, it's because I want to be in charge of my destiny. The 2 men who I have had in my bed, wanted to see more of me, build a relationship, something I didn't want to, not with them anyway.

My ex husband wants to take up with me again. But as far as I am concerned, he is history. He was the one who started shagging his boss's wife. I found out, he thought I would just forgive him. And he actually even mentioned in a roundabout way, that he could continue. He was out of the house that weekend, and subsequently I divorced him.

Can you believe what he did? He cried foul, said I wasn't being fair. I had a good laugh at that one. Jake our son still loves him of course, and still sees him regularly. I would never try and come between them, he isn't a football, he is a person. But when his dad has mentioned to him, to help him get his feet under our table again, he has apologised, and said, 'mummy says you were naughty daddy, were you?' No answer to that is there?

Anyway back to my story, my problem is one that I don't think will ever go away. (It didn't) I'm almost sure of that. Sometimes I think it is a nice problem, it keeps me on my toes, It makes me realise that I look good, can look good, and make sure I do look good too!

I had been keeping him gently at bay, but finding it harder and harder to do so. A couple of nights ago I had dreamed about him. I dreamed that we were in bed, and he was fingering me. I wouldn't let him make love to me. But he was driving me wild with his middle finger. My orgasm woke me up, I was fingering myself, but in my head it was him doing it. I juiced all over my hand!

I knew that I couldn't get him to stop, It wasn't that he was crude or lewd, no nasty innuendoes. No, it was a soft gentle insinuation into my mind. He would get me sooner or later, nothing was more certain. But I never expected him to get me the way he did.

My best friend Martha was the catalyst; I have known her for years from work. She is a single mum, never married her sons dad. She is as sexy as hell, gorgeous, and has, in her words, taken many prisoners. She always tells me, 'I know my worth girl!' And she led me unknowingly to my downfall, in a most spectacular way.

I had told her about Mathew, how I couldn't always lay a finger of blame on him. I couldn't really even challenge him, we both knew what he was after, and we both knew he was chasing me. I knew he could, even now, hold his hands up, and say in that, oh so innocent way.

'Who? me?'

Martha had said to me. 'Justine if he was after me, he would get me in a heartbeat, I wouldn't even think to try and say no,' she laughed. 'He's a man among men Justine, I don't care who he is, he wants me? He can have me; you want to tell him that?' She fell over laughing!'

'Martha Linton, you are incorrigible, you're nothing but a slut!' I chortled, laughing with her.

'So Martha,' I said, to change the subject. 'Tell me all about this yoga business you have taken up, what does it do for you?' I asked.

'Do for me? Do for me? Can't you see the difference in me?' she said, hurt showing through her smile.

'Well,' I said, 'you seem to have lost a little weight? And you seem a bit more confident. And you have turned into a sex hungry slut!'

'No I haven't, well not yet anyway,' she said indignantly, 'but if he came after me the way he is apparently going after you, I would be the slut of the town, and that's a promise!' she giggled.

'Oh Martha, please don't, I can feel myself giving way sometimes when he's near me, but I shouldn't, I mustn't! I gaped.

'No maybe not,' she admitted.

'Anyway, about this yoga, I can sit in my room, and meditate, simply by getting myself into a sort of Lotus position, but I have to be careful, it's dodgy if you do it wrong.' She told me.

'What do you do?' I asked.

'Come with me and I'll show you okay?' And she led me to her bedroom.

'Get undressed and put this on,' she said, and threw me a leotard.

We undressed and put them on. And for the next hour I was put in all sorts of positions, I was aching all over by the time we had finished. But I felt like it could work, I was stretching muscles I had forgotten about!

For the next 3 or 4 weeks I practised, and I was honestly beginning to feel good. I went on line and found a site that showed other sitting, standing, and lying positions, I tried them all. But my favourite one was. Sat on the floor, intertwined my legs and arms, and leaning forward, I could stare at a spot on the carpet. And I would literally go 'out of it'

One day I was in that way for ¾ of an hour, I was amazed when I came 'to.' But I was stiff too. I was really enjoying myself; it was like an inner freedom. And I knew I was looking better and better, I was feeling a glow. The only trouble was it was making me feel horny too, very horny.

My yoga, or my version of it, was improving all the time, I was winding myself up into contortionist's tangles, it was great. Martha was flabbergasted when she saw some of the angles I was getting myself in. But it gave me a sensation, a satisfaction inside, that I was accomplishing something, all of my own.

Then what I had feared all this time, happened. He got me! And it was my own entire fault, I handed him my body on a plate. He didn't even have to seduce me, convince me, cajole me, blackmail me, force me, nothing, He just took what he wanted, and nothing I could say or do could ever prevent it. My downfall was all totally down to me.

I remember dancing with him at my wedding, he was a phenomenon, all over and around me, I had never ever met a man with such movement on a dance floor, such agility. And I had only met him 2 weeks before it.

I knew then he was a dangerous man. He hooked up with my chief bridesmaid, who was separated, but still married. He moved to our area so I began to see more of him. He would call in at my home, under some always viable pretext. But perfectly legitimately, especially after I gave birth to my son Jake.

It wasn't until I divorced my husband, that he became more amorous, shall I say? More attentive etc.

It put me on my guard, because he did attract me, there's no doubt about that. I think that that was evident. But he knew how to press my buttons, without actually pressing them, confusing or what?

So back to the day, it all went down.

I was doing my yoga, and sat on the carpet in my sitting room. It was around 12:00 mid day. I was doing my staring thing, the room went dark around me, I was 'going'. The next thing I knew I was rolling over, by the time I had gathered my senses, I was tipping onto my back.

'Stupid bugger,' I thought to myself, as I started untangling my arms from my legs, the only problem was, they didn't, and they wouldn't? I had pushed my tits out of the way with my elbows to get my arms where I wanted them. They were sticking out at the sides, but I couldn't see them. But in fact, they were now stopping me from getting my arms out! I thought that it was because I was now on my back, my feet in the air, and my arms tucked inside my legs and feet.

I pushed one way, and then pulled another, I never got free. 'What the fuck is going on?' I said to myself. I tried to roll over, so I could get some purchase, I couldn't. I tried to push myself upright, I didn't. I tried rocking myself backwards and forwards to get me back to where I was I couldn't. I started to panic a bit.

I tried and tried, and I better tried. Nothing, I was jammed tight. My legs were holding my arms tight, and my arms were holding my legs tight. And as hard as I tried to free myself, everything I did, exacerbated the problem.

I was sweating now, which didn't help matters, because my skin was sticking to itself. I forced myself to relax, no good! I couldn't relax long enough before my struggles started again.

I looked up at the clock; I had been in this situation for over 25 minutes. And I could not for the life of me release myself. I didn't have to go to the day school for Jake until 3:30, at least another 3 hours or so. How was I going to remain like this all that time? The answer was, I wasn't. But as yet I didn't know it!

I heard a knock at the rear door. 'Martha?' I hoped. Then I heard it open and close. A voice shouted out, 'Hello?' There is only one person who ever does that. Him!

I groaned with frustration, but a relief that I would be released. Hah! How wrong can someone be?

I was going to get release, but not the release I was thinking of.

'Mathew, I'm in here?' I called hopefully.

The door pushed open.

'Justine, are you okay?' He asked as he came toward me.

'No, I'm not,' I replied. 'I have got myself stuck in this yoga position, and I can't undo myself, please pull my arms out?' I begged.

He was looking down at me, and he laughed, the bastard actually laughed!

'Mathew, get me out of this, right now!' I hollered at him angrily. Then I added nicely, 'please?'

He knelt at the side of me, and seemed to ponder actions.

'Yes,' he said, 'I can see your problem.'

'Good,' I replied again.

'Let me have a look,' he questioned.

I suddenly felt fingers stroking my exposed inner and upper thighs. It was more of a tickle than anything else. But it was definitely a contact.

'Mathew,' I muttered. 'What are you doing?'

'Just feeling my way around, so I can find out what to do honey?' he replied to me.

Honey? He likes to call me honey!

Then I definitely felt finger nails trailing my thighs.

'Mathew!' I shouted.

'Yes?' he asked quizzically.

'Please don't do that, stop, you shouldn't.'

'Don't do what?' he said as a finger walked across my nether regions.

'Please Mathew, I'm stuck, please let me free?'

He moved then from my side, to the top of my head. His knees were either side of me. I saw his hands go over me, then finger nails lightly gripping my skin, either side of my vagina.

'Mathew!' I complained, 'please, don't do that, please pull my arms out?'

The nips tightened, and then slackened, he did this several times, each one was like a small electric shock! Then they slid around my inner and upper thighs, causing me to gasp. I knew what was going to happen very soon, and it did, a strong nail raked its way across my leotard covered pussy. I squealed.

'Mathew,' I yelped, 'what the fuck do you think you are doing? Stop this right now and let me free!' I demanded.

This was followed by a pathetic heart felt plea. 'Oh please Mathew, please?'

He got up, and turned his head. 'Mmmm,' he murmured, 'I know, 'he said, 'that should do nicely.'

He pulled the foot stool next to the sofa over to me.

Getting some cushions from the sofa, he placed them under my shoulders and my head. This had the effect of keeping me still. Although any movement I had was strictly limited!

Pulling the stool to behind me I saw him sit down, all I could see were his head, shoulders, arms and some of his lower torso.

'Mathew, please Mathew, tell me what you are doing, please?' I was beseeching him now. He had me, no where to turn, no escape, no defences, nothing!

I suddenly felt him stroking me, it sent shockwaves around me. I could feel my insides going squishy.

'Oh God, oh please Mathew, oh Jesus please? I begged.

He laughed softly. 'Justine, do you know you have a growing damp patch on your leotard?' h asked.

Then rising from the stool, and speaking, he said, 'that settles it then, that's what I'll do.'

Turning from me as he walked away, he said, brightly, 'don't go away Justine; I'll be back in a second, okay?'

'Go away? Go fucking away Mathew, what do you expect me to do?' I yelled after him, as he disappeared from view.

He was back moments later, I saw him sit on the stool again. Then I felt him fiddling with me. I was getting hotter! Suddenly I felt something cold touch my inners, right next to my pussy.

'Mathew?' I quivered.

Then I heard a snip, and I swear I heard the leotard ping as it parted! He had cut through it, and my panties, and because of my position, they had pinged apart. Leaving me, although I couldn't see, totally exposed to his view.

'Mmmm,' he whispered, 'beautiful Justine, absolutely beautiful,' I could tell he was sincere in his appraisal. Next came a soft, but deliberate stroke across my pussy lips. I could do nothing but sigh a loud sigh!

I felt a finger enter me, 'Mathew,' I bleated, 'please?'

It pushed its way in and he wiggled it about, I was well wet, I knew that. I couldn't resist it.

That's when I closed my eyes to it, him, my situation, everything.

A finger tickled my clit, my pussy welcomed the intrusion. 'Oh Mathew.' I moaned.

'Its okay Justine, just a little longer honey, I promise.'

I felt him move again, then my pussy split wide open, he had got his tongue into me, it was dipping and diving its way around it.

His mouth locked on and I received an almighty sucking. The alternating between sucking, licking and probing was more than I could stand or bear. If I had been able to I would have hit the ceiling for sure.

I felt a finger find its way into my wide open arse. 'Oh Mathew, pleeeease, stop, oh my God! Ooooooh.' His tongue, and finger was working their magic, which only they can, I was heating up like a 1000,000 kilowatt light! My insides were building up to an explosion that was scaring me. I knew the orgasm that was on its way would devastate me.

His tongue devastating me was followed by his nails gripping my nipples at me side. If I could have jumped with surprise, I would have left the floor, but I had no way of moving to it, or from it.

Because I was rolled more or less up in a ball, I orgasmed as hard as I ever have. It blasted through me, my body tried to resist it, but it couldn't. So the intensity of it was all the more. I thought I was going to die in sheer ecstasy!

I slowly opened my eyes after a while, to see him standing above me naked. He had stripped while I was in cloud cuckoo land. He had a hard on of overwhelming proportions. His legs were either side of my hips, and he was propping himself up via the arms of the sofa.

Then slowly he lowered himself down to me, holding his prick straight down. The raging fiery purple head hit my pussy lips, or should I say, kissed them.

A push and he was in, he started pushing in, and out, but he couldn't get it all in, because I was rolled up, but he got enough of it there to make me orgasm again. I begged for more. 'Please Mathew, please do it, don't stop, not now, please?'

He kept pumping away, until I now begged him to stop, my orgasms were ripping me apart.

He grunted, and I felt his sperm fill me to the top; it was wonderful to feel the heat of it, as it filled my tight held pussy.

Standing up slightly he flopped onto the stool again, a few moments later, he had recovered enough to smile down at me,

'Justine,' he said. 'I love you honey, I really do.' I glowed with pride, love, lust, and satisfaction that he wanted me so badly, he resorted to doing this to get me.

'Mathew, please release me, I won't fight you anymore, I promise.'

'I know you won't Justine, not now, but one more thing before I do!' I feared the worst, but they turned out to be unfounded.

With that, he bent down, and placing his arms under me, he scooped me up, He was like a fork lift truck with his arms as the prong things, and he carried me up stairs. My dripping pussy was pressing into his muscled stomach.

As he laid me on my bed, he worked to get my arms out, suddenly they popped free, and my legs flopped onto the bed with them.

Mathew got straight onto me, and rammed his prick right up my sodden pussy. I could do nothing but let it happen. The blood started recirculating, and soon I had pins and needles. But I also had a needle up my pussy, a very thick fleshy, and nicely large needle, and it was sowing me up tight.

As my arms and legs came back to life, Mathew was on me, in me, and propped up on his elbows.

He smiled down at me, and said, 'Justine, I have wanted this from the very first moment I saw you before your wedding.'

'Yes I know you have Mathew, I'm not stupid!'

Then I slapped his face as hard as my still weak arms would allow. It surprised him I know. But his response completely overwhelmed and overpowered me. He raised his hips, and rammed his prick so hard into me, I lost my breath, I was winded. Gasping away under him, he did it again and again.

'''Lesson time Justine,' he told me. And he continued fucking me like that until I recovered enough to join in. No one ever in my life, had given me a twatting like that. It was as unexpected as it was mind blowing and enthralling, I loved every second of my lesson. And I was left wishing for lots and lots more.

He came for a second time somewhere along the way, and I was more than sad to feel his wonderful prick shrinking in me. But I had had multiple orgasms for the first time ever; I had shot my own love juice out of me, along with his, for the first time. And I had been fucked stupidly out of my head, for the first time.

Now don't get me wrong, I am a very active lover, I give (or try to) as good as I get, I love jumping my man, being on top, all the play fighting etc. Taking what I want, sometimes whether asked or not. Grabbing tight hold of his nuts, and jamming my mouth over his prick and keeping it there until he cums for me.

But on this occasion I was handicapped by the weakness of my arms and legs, but I must confess, that this had led to a wonderful session of fucking,

We fell asleep, and I was woken by the phone ringing. It was Martha wanting to know where I was. I was supposed to be picking up my son from school. Before I could utter another word of inept apology, she said she would bring him home with her. I was so grateful.

Dashing around, opening windows, changing the bed linen, had a quick shower, both of us. We were in the kitchen when they arrived.

'Granddad,' my son yelped loudly, and raced to him, jumped into his lap, and got a cuddle.

I'm sorry, I didn't mention that Mathew is my father, the father of my ex husband.


God Bless Yoga



Now you understand why I was trying to keep him at arms length, although I had always known in my heart, that sooner or later I would give in. But certainly not in this way. He had got me good and proper.

Martha looked at me, I looked at her. And I knew, she knew, it was on my face. She smiled that knowing smile of hers, and said. 'Call me when you can Justine, there's something I need to discuss with you?' And with a flippant wink, headed for the door, but not before leering at Mathew!

My goose was cooked. Mathew and Jake began some sort of game. This left me times to ponder the future. How was I going to get out of this now? Martha knew, she would have all the details out of me in a flash!

In between plying games Mathew stole an odd kiss from me.

I made afternoon tea. They played away to their hearts content, they were really good together. And then it was Jake's bed time, I took him up, bathed him, told him a story, and put him to bed. He was asleep in a moment, but his last words to me were. 'Will granddad be here when I wake up mummy?'

What could I say except, 'probably, yes I think he might be darling?' I kissed him, and went down, and into a pair of waiting arms.

'Mathew, what's going to happen now?' I asked. 'What are we doing, what have we done, we can never be together can we? Or am I just someone to fuck now and again, in between others?'

'Ooooh Justine, don't say things like that honey. You will never be just someone to me.'

'I realise we are in a bit of a pickle, but what happened today was waiting to happen anyway, wasn't it?'

'We were both waiting in the wings for it to break, and today, thank goodness it did. And no one is more happy about it than me. Unless of course Justine, you are?' He said, and laughed, that laugh of his could melt snow at a hundred paces!

I knew there was no point in denying what he had said. I went to him, we kissed, but this time it was a different kiss, it was one to the other, a willing kiss, one that was needed by the both of us.

'Martha is going to get all the gory details Mathew, there is no way I will be able to keep her in the dark, she already knows something went on.' I said.

'Martha knows? But how, she can't, it's only just happened?' he said somewhat bewildered.

'Didn't you see the look she gave me, that lascivious wink?' I responded.

'Yes I did, but....?'

'It's a woman thing Mathew, don't worry, she knows!'

'Well,' he said, 'I had better make sure you have something to tell her then.' I was up in his arms, and giggling as he carried me to my fate!

I shushed him as we went past Jake's room, and into my bedroom. I got laid down on the bed, and this time we made love, we really did do it like a man and his wife. But I did get my grip on him, and I never let go until I got it all in my mouth and swallowed the lot, the taste was fantastic.

If we were going to have any sort of a future, as yet unknown, then he was going to learn from me too. There's one thing I do like, and that's being fucked in my arse. Not all men like that, his son didn't, but one of my lovers did, so I was ok with it. I wondered if Mathew did?

I found out at 5am the following morning! We had spent ages the during the night finding out all those wonderful things you do, when someone new is in your bed.

He had fingered my bum hole a few times and had me on the edge a few times But we had shagged each other by then, so he would have to get over it ha ha ha ha ha. He is 49 years old after all.

I know he is as fit as a butchers dog, but even he has to replace energy, and believe me we had expended fucking tons of it.

I don't think we slept really, just dozed in between everything we were doing.

But we began to get even more amorous as day was breaking, he started on me in earnest, he was getting hornier and hornier.

I was working at his prick which was good, solid and nice and hard in my hands. He was working my pussy, I was climbing the slopes! Then he moved to my arse, and a finger went it.

I knew now I was going to get what I wanted. He had me moaning right off, I was ready in a second, he gently pushed me over onto my tummy. I think he thought he needed to be easy with me. He had no idea I was gagging for it, all the way up!

Getting on top of me, I let him know I was his, whispering his name, moaning, mewling all the things a man like to hear from his woman! His woman? I was actually thinking it now! I was his woman!

He had me where he wanted me, I was where I wanted to be. Complete unison. He dipped his prick into my pussy, I suddenly thought, 'oh no? He isn't going to do it!'

Then it was out and on its way into and up, my slippy rectum, I felt the head as it popped in. This brought the requisite squeal from me, and it was a real one too!

I moaned in pain, glee, and ecstasy, he moaned in time with me, he pushed and pulled as it went all the way, I felt him bottom out! (no pun intended) I was hooked into him, there would be no going back now. He began to thrust and drive into me, I was in agony, heaven, purgatory, bliss, all at the same time.

He banged me harder and harder, I hadn't bargained for this, he really did hammer me. He blasted me into orbit, my cum burst from me, I felt it spreading hotly around my genitals and thighs, then he came. The force of it was the most wondrous feeling I had ever had. His cum filled me like a fire hose in a plug hole. I had been fucked there before, but this was different, a new dimension had bestowed itself on me.

I completely collapsed under him, my body was broken in bits, how would I recover from this, my mind was addled, bodily functions were nil.

He was laid flat on me too, he had fucked me and himself to heaven and glory, I will never be able to look back on this and say, I had never received a fucking this night, it was demolition on the highest of planes.

Eventually he rolled off me. I turned slowly to him, and we collected each other, consolations were in order now. I giggled, he did, lovers do that don't they, when they attain the heights not many people had reached. And we both knew we had got to the top this time.

My ex was a good lover, but I had already known somehow, even before Mathew had got me, that he was and would be, a far better lover. And I had been right; he was far and away the best lover I had ever had.

I turned and looked at the clock, it was 6am. 'Mathew,' I said, 'you will have to go into the spare room, Jake will be awake soon, he mustn't find you in here with me baby?'

'Yes Justine, quite right,' was his reply, and after much kissing, cuddling, and my nipples came under severe attack, he went.

Twenty minutes later, I heard a shout, Jake had found his granddad. I went to look for my boy, and there they were, fighting away in bed.

I sat on the side, and absently said to Jake. 'You love your granddaddy don't you baby?

'Oh yes mummy, I wish he was my daddy, and not my granddaddy?'

That comment stopped me in my tracks! Mathew gawped at me. I hurried from the bedroom, to make breakfast.

Later Jake came in sucking his thumb, and whispered to me conspirationally, 'Granddaddy is funny mummy, he tickles me and makes me laugh!'

'Yes I know he does baby, he loves you, just like I do, only I love you the most darling.' I said as I kissed his head.

'I want granddaddy to live here mummy, if daddy is not going to, I want granddaddy to, can he mummy, can he?'

'Oh I don't know about that baby, granddaddy is a busy man.'

'But he can sleep in my bed, I will sleep in the small room, please mummy, please?' He pleaded.

Without thinking of what I was doing, I told him, 'go and ask him baby, see what he says?'

He raced off shouting. 'Granddaddy, mummy says you can come and live with us if you want, it will be smashing granddaddy, it will won't it granddaddy?' He was beside himself with glee. I was beside myself with horror that Jake had read my words this way.

Ten minutes later they appeared in the doorway, Jake on his shoulders.

'What's this you've been telling Jake, Justine?' He asked me smiling broadly.

'I I I I didn't tell him that, I told him to ask you what he asked me?' I stammered, I was so embarrassed.

'Well Jake,' he said to him, 'I think the person to ask that is your daddy, don't you? But I don't think it would be right really, daddy might not want me here?'

'But why granddaddy, don't you love me and my mummy?'

'Of course I love you both,' and he gave me a look that said, 'yes, but this is wrong?'

'Jake,' he said, 'I don't think it would be possible to do it. You are a little young to understand, but grown ups can't always do what they would like to do?' Another look at me!

And then I said something else, even more stupid than I had said to Jake.

'Anyway,' I said to Jake, 'Aunty Martha wants to see your granddaddy about her spare room!'

I was so stunned at what I had said, I had to sit down. How can anyone be so brain dead to say something like that! What was I thinking? Well, I knew the answer to that didn't I? Martha had told me she fancied the pants of Mathew, and now I was telling him so!

He looked at me so amazed, and then he smiled. 'Does she now? Well, that could work out very well couldn't it?' He said.

I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I glowered at him, the dirty bastard was thinking of shagging her. Then I laughed, it was suddenly so funny. Jake thought it was funny too, although he didn't know why.

'Come on Jake,' I said, 'let's get you ready for nursery.'

'Yes,' he lisped with a mouthful of cereals.

'Granddaddy and I will talk when I get back, won't we granddad?'

'Yes,' he replied ruefully, looking at me. He was in my bad books, and he knew it.

I got Jake there, and hurried home, I had managed to keep out of Martha's way, but I knew it wouldn't be long before she rang me, to say she was on her way round to see me.

When I got home, Mathew wasn't to be found. 'Mathew,' I yelled, where are you? No answer.

I went around the house, then upstairs. He ambushed me, and before I knew it, I was getting my dress ripped off, my pussy fingered, kissed, and then we fucked in short order. I didn't really fight him, as soon as he had grabbed me, I was all for giving in, I was in desperate need of a shagging!

And I got one, he hammered me so wonderfully, I was falling apart inside. He was insatiable, how can a man of his age keep up that kind of relentless performance. Well, I don't know either, but he did. I was a perfect wreck by the time he shot his load deep into my womb. I was full to the top with his thick creamy spunk, I loved it.

When we came down, he whispered to me, 'Justine, you are something else honey, you really really are!'

'You're not so bad yourself,' I said, 'not for an old guy anyway.' I laughed at him, then with him, as he guffawed away.

Then, up on an elbow, he said, and I knew it was coming. 'So what did you mean about Martha?'

'You know very well Mathew, she has made it very plain that if you are interested, then so is she!'

'Well, I must admit, I had noticed a little bit of a come on from her?' He admitted.

'A little bit of a come on? Oh come on Mathew, she's gagging for it with you, don't even pretend you didn't know!'

'But I have never encouraged her though, you were the one I was more concerned with, you do know that don't you?' He looked at me right in the eyes.

'But I have never followed it up, or through, have I? Not until you chucked James out, and also out of your life.'

'No Mathew, you haven't,' I said, 'you are right, but I knew you wanted me, you couldn't hide it from me could you?'

'No Justine, you have always known, right from the moment I met you.'

'But Martha is another direction, especially for me, and possibly for you,' he said, as he fired up my nipples with a finger and thumb, and 2 hot lips.

'Oh god Mathew, don't stop, don't stop.' Then my inner self took over. I attacked him; I got him on his back, and said. 'Okay, Mathew, you stay right there, don't you dare even move, I'm telling you, right!' I ordered him.

Then I set about fucking him, I kept at him until he couldn't help regaining his erection. When he was good enough for me, I climbed on board. Facing away from him, hands on his knees, I fucked him backwards. Then I spun around, clamped my nails to his nipples, which made him howl.

Hooking my feet over his thighs, he had no way of humping back at me, I was now in full control, and I fucked and fucked him. When his hands went to my tits, I knew he was on his way; I increased my pounding of him, slapping my loins against his, he shot bolts of cum into me; his body left the bed in 2 halves, legs, then upper torso.

He flopped back on the bed gasping. Then said the words I wanted to hear.

'Justine, that has to be the best fucking I have ever had, that was brilliant, glorious, so fucking good honey, I couldn't stop myself from cumming in you, you took it all honey, all of it, and all of me!'

I fell on him then, totally spent myself, I had given everything I had, and nothing got left behind. I had fucked him as hard as I could; I had never fucked another man like this, never! And doing it to my father, added to the intensity, and attraction.

Then the phone rang. Martha! It had to be, it was!

'I'll be round shortly, and make yourself presentable you fucking slag!' And she was laughing her head off as I heard the phone click dead.

'Martha will be here in a few minutes, get your lovely arse up and out. I'm off in the shower.' I told him.

I was dressing as I heard the bell go, and the door open. Martha didn't stand at my door!

I heard Mathew, and he said, 'Martha what a lovely surprise, you look delightful, you really do.' I knew she would be looking good, and she was.

Long red hair brushed to a shine so bright. Face made up lightly but perfectly. With a short dress to kill in. Cleavage on view.

They were chatting when I got down. Martha was not going to be second best this day. She knew Mathew and I had been at it!

'Haven't you got somewhere you need to be this morning Mathew?' I asked witheringly.

'Ah yes, yes I do.' He replied, knowing I was getting rid of him.

He bade goodbye, wished us well, and said fucking cheekily, 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do?' and laughed.

I think he was beginning to realise, that his bread might be buttered on both sides.

'Right,' Martha said, 'out with it, I want to know if he is as good as I already know he is. And don't even think of trying to say different Justine, I know you, and I can tell just by looking at you, he has shagged you stupid, and you have half fucked him to death too!'

'Oh Martha,' I dropped onto the sofa. 'He is fantastic, and honestly, I know I will have to let him go.'

'Why do you think that?' she said.

'Think about it,' I offered. ' He is my father, the father of my ex husband, his son, the granddad of my son. I couldn't possibly begin a relationship with him, come on, can I?'

'Mmmm, I suppose it's a bit of a difficult situation, isn't it?' she said.

'It's fucking impossible Martha, and that's the sad part about it.' I replied. 'And on top of that, Jake asked him this morning if he was going to come and live with us!'

'Jake's mad about him, and I'm sure he loves him more than his dad too!'

'Yes, well, now you can tell me all about his shagging credentials Justine.' And fell apart laughing.

'Martha, he is incredible, and he is the first man who has ever beaten me, well, like that anyway, he finishes everything off, nothing gets left, you wait, you'll find out!'

What the fuck was I saying? My brain had been disengaged from my mouth all morning.

'I never meant to say that, Martha I don't know what's wrong with me, really?'

'I do,' she said. 'Do you think you love him?' she asked.

'To be honest Martha, I don't know, I don't think so anyway.'

'No I don't think you do, and your situation probably won't ever let you, not the way a woman can love a man.'

'Yes, I think you're right about that.'

'Does he love you Justine?'

'I don't know, the way he has been with me since yesterday indicates that he does, but I'm not sure, he has wanted me since the first day he ever met me. But because he is James dad, he never went there.'

'How did he seduce you then? If you weren't really offering yourself?'

I told her!

'No, no, no,' she was in bits, she nearly choked laughing her head off. 'I can't believe it, no Justine no!, he can't have?'

'He bloody well did Martha, and it's the best I've ever had, believe me.'

'Wow wow wow,' was all she could say. 'God bless yoga!'

'Can I have him Justine? I want to test drive him myself, and I think I may have the very solution to your insolvable problem, okay?'

'Test drive him? He's not a fucking car Martha, he's a human being!'

'You are forgetting, he's a man first, a human being second. Once I've done my bit, it'll be all over, I promise, let me do this Justine, trust me babe, okay?'

I had no idea what she was talking about, but my scrambled brain couldn't compute any of it, so some how, I heard my self agreeing to whatever devious plan she was concocting!

'Good,' she said, 'now call him, tell him, you need time to think, so not to call, or come around until tomorrow at the latest, go on, do it right now.'

I did, he wasn't very happy, but promised he would do as I asked.

The following day, after taking Jake to school, I went to Martha's, we chatted, I told her about him fucking my arse, and reaming me out. She was flabbergasted. 'Oh Justine, I've always wanted that, but never had it yet?' she told me.

My phone rang, I looked at Martha, 'Mathew,' I said.

I answered, we made small talk, he asked me if I had changed towards him, he would understand me if I had, he realised how difficult it would be for him to be a part of our lives in this situation.

Martha mouthed the words, 'tell him to come here in 1 hour.'

'Why?' was my silent reply?

'Just do it!'

I did, he said okay, but what about Martha? He asked.

'Don't worry about that Mathew,' I told him.

'Okay then, 1 hour, bye.'

'Right Justine, you bugger off home, and leave this to me, just trust me babe, Martha has it all planned.' She said gaily.

'Martha, I'm not too sure about this, what do you have in mind?' I asked.

'Justine trust me okay, just trust me, I won't hurt, or let you down babe, now go, okay?'

I left with huge reservations, with her promise to call me later.

Martha now takes up the story.

I went around the house, making sure everything was where it should be. But made sure, I was looking as good as I possibly could, he wasn't going to get away from me. And I had to make sure Justine was more than happy with my results.

My hair was at its best, parted down the middle, hanging on my shoulders, I practised my smouldering sultry look a few times.

I am a better than average good looking gal. Men throw themselves at me. I have my young son, simply because I was stupid enough to believe what the bastard who seduced me, told me all the things he promised. Once I was pregnant he was gone!

Now I have a full life, my parents are wealthy, and look after me and Bobby. Men are from another planet as far as I am concerned now. Meant to be used, fucked and thrown away. Cynical I hear you say? Yes you could say that, but that's how it is now, once bitten etc, etc!

But Mathew was different, I knew him, I knew what Justine had told me, I had observed him, and the thing most in his favour? He acted and behaved like a real gentleman, a rogue, yes. Dangerous? Yes, terrifically good looking, as sexy as a mature man can be. Hell, ask Justine!

And now I had had my thoughts confirmed by my best ever friend. Mathew was a god gift to women. And I was going to make sure, only Justine and I got the benefits of him. He was going to be presented with a fait accompli he couldn't refuse.




God Bless Yoga



I am 25 too, but 6 months older than Justine. Her ex had tried it many times with me, but I had never told her. I stopped it all one day; he had called to my house, and tried it on. I walked sexily to him, smiling a seductive giving in smile. As I neared him I kicked him full tilt into his bollocks, after he managed to get up, I fucked him off big time. He never bothered me again.

I was wearing today to greet Mathew, who thought he was coming to see Justine. A mini skirt 6" above my knees, and a small but not too tight top. Stockings, sussies, and heels completed the job.

I looked as sassy and as sexy as hell, if he didn't give way, then he would be written up as a puff in my book!

I was doing this as much for Justine as I was for myself. She wanted him, I did too, and the way I had figured it, If I could get through to him, and get him here in my house. Then my 'spare room' would be put to great use. Not by me, but by Justine. I would have him to myself in my nice big bed!

And when opportunity presented itself, she could have him at her house.

And Mathew? Well, Mathew would have the very best of both worlds for as long as it suited him, me, and or Justine.

The bell rang; I had one last check in the mirror, a slight droop of my head, so I would smile at him through big eye lashes. I opened the door.

'Hi Mathew,' I said, 'nice to see you, please come in.'

'Hey Martha,' he was in awe, I had done the first bit, my appearance set him right off balance.

I offered my cheek as he passed, but turned my lips at the last second, he got them and not my cheek!

'Is Justine here?' he asked, not taking his eyes off me.

'She had to go to school, Jake has had a tumble and hurt his knee, she'll call me later, but it's no problem.'

'Oh okay,' he replied.

'I have just put the kettle on; I'm making coffee, want some?' I asked softly.

'Yes please.'

'Good, come this way,' I sashayed and choreographed my way in front of him to the kitchen.

I could feel his eyes burning holes in my ass!

'Easy peasy this is,' I said to myself.

I sat him where I wanted him, where he could have all the views he wanted, and got!

When I wasn't busy, I was close to him, letting him feel my nearness.

I put the coffee on the counter, and slipped my arm around his shoulders.

He was a bit unsure of himself just yet, but I wasn't. It was all going to plan at the moment.

'So,' I said, 'how are things with you? Justine tells me you need somewhere else to live, and that living in her house isn't really a viable option?'

'No, it's a shame really, because Justine and I get on very well, but I'm sure you know that Martha, don't you?'

Well, he is no where near stupid is he, I thought, and I'd like to bet he knows to a degree, more or less what I'm up to.

'Well Mathew,' I continued. 'This is a big house as you can see, and I have plenty of room. I ran this past Justine this morning, and she told me to offer you room here, that's if you want somewhere that is?'

'What a good idea Martha,' he looked at me with a knowing look. 'I'm sure that would be great, it could all work out very well for all three of us, don't you?' he murmured.

'Mathew, I am sure you may just be dead right about that.' I answered.

'Let me show you the room, it is en suite, so no 'situations' hey?'

We went up the stairs, me in front, giving him more than a fucking good eyeful!

I was getting horny, fucking horny, and I was doing it to myself. I'm sure he would smell it soon.

When we got to the room, he was suitably impressed. I sat on the bed and patted it, indicating him to sit next to me.

I deliberately rubbed his thigh. Show time! I turned my head to him, tossed my hair out of the way, and gave him what I hoped was a 'kiss me' look.

He did, thank god for that, I went into the kiss with more response than might have been necessary, but I didn't want the moment to pass.

I pulled him backwards onto the bed, and went for it. In 2 minutes our clothes were off, I was in the middle of the bed now, and he was finally giving me what I wanted, and needed. I was to find out that Justine was spot on in her assessment, he was fabulous.

We just went at it with all the need and speed, and strength that we could muster, he was a far stronger lover than me, his prick was a magic wand of thick hard flesh, and he was waving it about in my succulent pussy. But I made him work for his reward! My mind blowing orgasm.

I am a bit of a screamer, so I had to stuff the sheets into my mouth, or someone would have called the police I'm sure.

I had him held tight in my arms and legs, but he still powered himself into me, I wanted to let go, but my body wouldn't let me. I was on the edge of insanity nearly, my orgasm seemed to get stuck, it wouldn't let me free, it just pounded its way around me, until I gave out. I'm not sure what happened but suddenly I was face down and being fucked from the back.

Another orgasm hit me, it felt like I was being crippled, then an almighty thrust from him, and his cum filled me, it was as if, someone had shoved a pump into my sloppy pussy and blown me up.

I heard him grunt, then he bit the back of my neck. I was in heaven. What a fantastic lover he is I told myself.

I just wallowed under him feeling the glory of it in me, and on me.

I felt him move to my side, then being pulled to him, we wrapped each other up, in arms and legs.

'Mathew, that was something else, it really was.' I told him gently.

'Yes Martha, it truly was, and I'm so glad it happened, I wouldn't want to have missed this before I left this earth!'

We spent a long time in each others hearts and mind. But I knew he wanted to talk about Justine too.

So eventually we did.

'You know how I feel about Justine, don't you Martha?' he said.

'Yes Mathew, I know perfectly well, and I know how she feels about you too.' I told him.

He looked at me quizzically. 'You do?' he said.

'Mathew, me and Justine are best friends, and I mean best friends, there isn't anything we don't know about each other, and there's nothing we don't tell each other either!' There it was, out in the open now.

'Mathew, let me tell you what I have in mind, see what you think okay, don't say anything until I've finished, please?'

'Okay,' he said, as he attacked my nipples, it was another 30 minutes before I managed to say what I wanted to say!

'You aren't aware of this Mathew, but I am already half in love with you, I have been for some time, and after today, I know what I want, but I can't possibly take you away from Justine.'

'So what I am proposing is this, you move in here and live with me, and me and Justine will share our love for you with each other.'

He laughed at first, and then got serious. 'Do you know what you are saying Martha?' he said, 'I can live here and have both of you, in a nutshell, at my beck and call?'

'Not quite like that Mathew, we are both independent women, I know what I want, and I know what Justine wants, and I know what we both need. You can provide us with both of what we want, and need okay?'

'And in return, you will receive the love of 2 women, who will love you truly, give you all you desire, and be looked after. But you will be one part of the equation Mathew. Not the whole sum, do you know what I am saying?'

'I think I do Martha, and Justine has said she agrees, to all of this?'

'Well, I must be honest; I haven't actually run all of it past her. But I know she will be happy, because it will mean she gets to keep you, but share you with me, as we will share you with each other.'

'That way,' I said coyly, 'you will have me most nights in your bed, and Justine in hers, now if you can tell me you will turn that down, then I'm Humpty Dumpty!'

He laughed at me, pretended to consider it, and then said. 'Martha, we have a deal, but only if Justine is happy with it, I will never ever knowingly hurt her.'

I laughed too, and then offered. 'Let me give you a blow job Mathew, to seal the deal.' I was on a high now, somehow I had got everything I wanted, well, I still had to get Justine to sign up, but I'm sure there wouldn't be a problem.

I blew Mathew like I've never blown a cock in my life, I gave him everything I had, he came in buckets, I wasn't able to keep it all in, it ran all over me. But I did put it all away eventually.

Then an hour later, I called Justine.

I went to her home. As soon as she looked at me she knew. 'You have been fucking with Mathew Martha, haven't you?'

And before I could say, yay or nay, she said, 'Do you believe me now, how good and loveable he is, do you?'

'Yes Justine, I do babe, completely.'

'Justine, please sit down, I have something to say, please listen to me?'

We talked, I told her of everything I had wondered about. She told me of everything she had wondered about. Nothing was left out.

In the end, we both hugged and kissed, it was settled. We were the team, the A team, we were one; the 3 of us were 1!

That weekend, we sent our boys, to my parents, and Jake's dads.

And the whole time was spent making love to Mathew, we to him, him to us, he was truly worn out by Sunday afternoon, but he more than took care of us.

Now, although there are near disasters of the kids were realising, and sometimes a few people realising what we do. It's a wonderful life we lead. Justine ordered Mathew to have his nuts doctored, and now we are the most loving threesome you could wish to meet.

Mathew is as happy as Larry. We get all we want, no responsibilities. The kids love him. Justine's ex isn't at all happy about not being let back in. He would be even more unhappy, if he knew his dad was his wife's chosen lover, although he has guessed he is into me.

And the cream topping is, me and Justine are becoming lovers too, it all adds to the ingredients of our collective cake!