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John Taylor

By: TeamEquipe



I guess it's a man thing. Apparently men think about sex every seven seconds. I think that's a lot. I would think on average it's probably more like seven times a day but I suppose it depends on the woman you're looking at that sparks off the thought. Or not, as the case may be.

You know what it's like, right? You see a woman for the first time and you think...yeah, she's worth one...or...I could show you a good time if you'd let me. You imagine yourself with her, possibly even taking her multiple times!

But you know it's fantasy. You know that even if by chance you actually met, there's no way she would entertain you. What on earth would possess a young nubile woman in her twenties to want a fifty year old man. Unless she's a gold digger of course and she finds out that you're extremely wealthy.

Perhaps I'd better explain myself and the reason for my ramblings. My problem was that I'd just clapped eyes on my fantasy. She was a young blonde bombshell probably in her mid twenties and I can absolutely guarantee you that every seven seconds after I first clapped eyes on her I definitely thought about having sex with her. I can also tell you that I am not a wealthy man and that she was no gold digger.

To say she was stunning would be to do her a disservice. She wasn't a classic beauty by any means. Her nose was too big for one thing but she made up for it in other ways. Wavy blonde hair that cascaded down to reach the top of her breasts framed an oval shaped face from out of which smouldered the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. Her thin eyebrows were perfectly arched across her forehead and were real, not the thick, fake, pencilled on type. Her mouth was perhaps a bit too wide but her lips were full and pouty looking and were a deep red. It was a lipstick colour I approved of.

She could never be classed as petite and I couldn't make out much of her body shape as we were outside and as it's winter she was wearing a thick woollen overcoat. But I saw enough curvature in the coat to give me an idea of what treasures lay beneath.

What I could see however, was the curve of that part of her stocking covered legs that peeked out from below her coat and I have to say they looked divine especially as she was wearing what looked like 4" heel shoes.

I leaned back against the wall and followed her with my eyes. She was talking animatedly with various groups of people and I caught glimpses of her flashing white teeth as she smiled. It was a nice smile, very open, very warm, very genuine. I liked her already.

I let out a deep sigh. Oh well, it was just one of those occasions when you see someone but you know she's totally unobtainable. Still it's good to fantasise.

I tore my eyes away from her for a second and scanned the group of people looking for my ex wife.

I didn't really want to see her but I thought it only fit and proper that I pass on my condolences at the passing of her Aunty Betty. I knew she would be upset as she had a real soft spot for Betty but then so did I. She was probably the only one of my wife's; sorry, ex wife's relatives to have a good word to say about me.

The divorce, when it finally came and it had been coming a long time, was acrimonious to say the least. So much so that I'd been stopped from seeing my kids.

We'd been really young when we got married, probably too young and at that time in my life I'd turned into a right selfish bastard so it hadn't bothered me too much. Let them get on with it were my thoughts on the matter.

I hadn't exactly wallowed in self pity over the years but over time as you mature you begin to realise that perhaps you did things wrong. Time is a great healer, so they say. Another fact I'm not convinced about. 

It had been well over ten years or more since the divorce had been finalised and I had left their lives. My son had been around eleven or twelve I think, I couldn't remember exactly and my daughter two years younger. They were adults now. I wondered if I'd be able to recognise them. Hell, for that matter I wondered if I would recognise my ex wife.

Oh...yeah...I would! There she was talking to the vicar who had conducted Aunt Betty's funeral. She didn't look much different. I pushed myself off the wall and threaded my way through the mourners towards her.

She looked up and saw me approaching. I couldn't tell by the look on her face if she was happy or mad to see me. Probably a combination of the two.

"Hi Judy," I said as I reached her, "I'm so sorry about Betty. I really liked her and I know you're going to miss her a lot. I hope you're not upset that I came."

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Hello John," she answered, "no, thank you for coming, it was most thoughtful." 

I thought her response was stiff and formal. Well, what did I expect. She wasn't going to collapse into my arms any time soon. Not that I wanted her to because I didn't. That ship had sailed long ago.

I noticed the vicar edging away. He was clearly picking up the muted hostility that still sparked between Judy and me.

"No need to go vicar, I was just leaving. I just wanted to pay my respects and offer my condolences to Judy. I'll be going now." I turned to walk away.

"Jonnie." Judy's word stopped me in my tracks. "It really was good of you to come." Her voice seemed softer now. "We're having a get together at the rugby club, you know, to celebrate Aunt Betty's life, if you'd like to come along."

I hesitated. Should I or shouldn't I? That was the question. Oh why not. It was about time I reconnected with my family. 

"Okay then. Thank you, I'd like that. I'll see you there." I turned and ran slap bang into Miss Sex on Legs as I'd decided to call her. I instinctively put my hands out and grasped her arm. She felt warm and soft.

"Oh sorry," she said with a breathless smile that just swept over me. "I didn't see you, I'm so sorry." She flashed that big smile again and I nearly crumbled at her feet.

"That's okay," I mumbled, "probably my fault anyway, not looking where I'm going." 

She looked at me, a half smile still on her lips. She then glanced at my ex wife and then back to me. 

"Judy...is it..?" She looked over to my ex, a quizzical frown etched on her pretty face. "It's not...is it?"

Judy sighed. "Yes it is." She turned to me as she took hold of the blonde bombshell's arm and turned her to face me as well. "Jonnie, this is Hayley. Hayley; Jonnie...John; my ex." 

I looked bemused as if it should mean something to me.

Judy obviously realised my predicament.

"Hayley is Matt's wife," she announced. "They've been married for about eighteen months."

I stood there with my mouth wide open. The blonde bombshell was married! To my son?

"Married! Uumm...err...uumm," I floundered, not knowing what to say. The obvious thing was that they had married and I knew nothing about it. But then why should I. I'd opted out of their lives for the last ten years or more so why would they feel the need to let me in on the happy event.

Hayley baled me out of my predicament. With another dazzling smile she held out her hand to me. "So you're Matt's dad. Pleased to meet you at long last."

As I shook her hand, I looked for the sarcasm that I knew would be evident in her face and was relieved to see there was no trace.

"Yes, pleased to meet you too. So...you're married to my son. Good." I nodded my head in approval. She gave me yet another dazzling smile.

"Are you going to the rugby club?" she enquired, "perhaps we could have a longer chat there and I could get to know you better."

I shot a quick glance at Judy. I could tell she didn't seem too enamoured about that. But what the hell. She'd already invited me.

"I am," I replied, probably a little too hastily. "I'll look forward to seeing more of you...up there."

I smiled weakly at Judy and staggered away to my car. I hot footed it to the rugby club. I badly needed a drink.

* * *

The first thing I did on arriving at the rugby club was find the toilets. I needed to splash water on my face to cool me down. As I ran my fingers through my hair I took stock of the image looking back at me from the mirror on the wall.

Although I'm fast approaching fifty I 'm still fairly good looking or so I've been told and I'm not in too bad a shape either. And that has always been my problem.

When I was married to Judy I found it difficult to stay faithful to her. She was an attractive looking woman and still was; still is, even now. The problem was that after we settled down and she had the kids, she seemed to lose all interest in sex.

I'm a man. Men need sex. It's who we are. It's what we do. Well that's my take on it anyway. And as Judy lost interest I went looking for it elsewhere. The trouble was I found it. Evidently my good looks and physique made women attracted to me and I had no problems getting what I wanted from them.

I'm not going to rationalise my behaviour. I know I was a rotten bastard but most men are ruled by their cock and I'm definitely in that camp.

Eventually Judy found out about my many dalliances and quite rightly divorced me. She took me to the cleaners and I took it badly. I said things and did things that I'm not proud of now. 

Ten years plus down the road and with the benefit of hindsight I ought to be sorry for the hurt I caused her and the lost years with the kids and should take this opportunity to reconnect with my family. 

That's what I should have been thinking. But all I could think about was Hayley, the hotty. A woman I'd earlier fantasised about fucking. Not quite every seven seconds but close. And she was married to my little Matty!

Whoo hoo!

* * *

I waited expectantly at the bar, nursing a drink, looking out for her arrival.

When the family finally made an appearance Judy brought Matt and Hayley and my daughter Anna up to meet me.

The introductions were stiff and awkward. I seemed disconnected from them all, except for Hayley. We had no history so there were no recriminations from her. As far as she and I were concerned our relationship was a blank canvas.

Judy eventually took Matt and Anna with her to circulate amongst the relatives and friends. Hayley for some reason was encouraged to stay with me. She didn't seem too happy about not being included.

I of course was ecstatic. It was time to begin the charm offensive.

The first thing I did was buy her a drink. She was still wearing her overcoat so I persuaded her to take it off, stating that it was warm in the room and if she kept it on any longer she wouldn't feel the benefit when she eventually went outside again. I really wanted to see her body.

She slipped the coat off her shoulders and folded it over the back of a nearby chair.

My eyes took it all in. Oh sweet lord. Her body was as heavenly as her face and was everything I'd hoped it would be. She was wearing a winter woollen dress but it fitted her like a glove and clung to her womanly shape. She certainly wasn't thin. She had the sort of body that made you think she might have weight issues later in life but at this moment in time with large breasts, child bearing hips, plump ass and killer legs she was perfect. Surely there had to be one imperfection somewhere but from what I could see there didn't appear to be any. She was every man's wet dream.

So, three boxes ticked. Stunningly good looking, fantastic body and an extremely nice nature. I wondered if she was perhaps as dull as dishwater or thick as shit. Only time would tell.

After ten minutes I realised that she now ticked five boxes. She was unbelievably intelligent. For that read first class honours degree. She also had a cheeky sense of humour. 

After another ten minutes she ticked box number six. God bless her, she was as flirty as hell and the more she drank the more animated she became.

To say it was a funeral wake and she had just met the estranged father of her new husband, Hayley made some fairly suggestive comments to me. Of course I encouraged her. I laughed in all the right places. I didn't try to appear pushy. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable in my company. And I most certainly didn't want to appear lecherous and frighten her off.

I did however keep her drinks coming which definitely had an effect on her. I liked the effect as she became very, very touchy, feely!

I for my part discreetly placed my hand on her knee a couple of times and at the appropriate moment gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn't object so in the end I left my hand there for longer. Nobody could see what was going on so I wasn't going to offend anybody's sensibilities.

"So tell me John, what do you do for a living, what floats your boat," she asked. The way she asked me was loaded with innuendo. "Do you DO much then..."

The drink had certainly got to her. I couldn't understand why she felt it was so amusing. I decided to play it straight.

"Well I work as a manager for the Water Board," was my tame reply, "So yes, I suppose it does float my boat."

Hayley collapsed with a fit of giggles. Her laugh was infectious and I soon joined in. I still didn't know what we were laughing at though.

Composing myself having noticed some disapproving stares from people sat nearby, I forged on. "I'm actually a qualified surveyor, that's how it all started but my job seems to be mainly administrative now. Sometimes I long for the days when I was working outside, clomping across muddy fields in my Wellington boots, meeting with the construction workers and project mangers. You know, getting my hands dirty so to speak." 

"God that's so cool." Hayley seemed genuinely interested. I couldn't understand why. I'd never thought surveying would have held much attraction to a woman. How wrong was I!

"Guess what," she said flashing those gorgeous eyes at me.

"What?" I replied. I could barely tear my eyes away from hers, they were so deep.

"I'm a surveyor too, well a quantity surveyor actually."

"You're not! You! Really!" I gave the typical macho man response and instantly regretted it. I think I'd just gone two steps back.

"Why? Don't think a woman can do that job then." Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Typical man response!" she snorted in reply.

Scratch that gone back two steps thing; I think I'd gone back three!

"No, no," I was struggling to retrieve the situation. Luckily I dismissed immediately what was going to be my initial response of why would anyone so gorgeous and sexy want to work in a male dominated world. That would only have inflamed her more. I could clearly see that in her eyes.

"No, no I meant that it is so refreshing to see a woman making it into a male dominated profession. Good for you!"

It was her turn to look for the sarcasm and when she didn't find it I could see her shoulders visibly relax and her whole demeanour soften. I patted myself on the back. Good save Jonnie!

I could see her chewing on her bottom lip as she became more thoughtful. She obviously had something on her mind.

"Actually, you being a surveyor...you could really help me...you know give me some advice...maybe?" She gave me that puppy dog look. You know the one. Wide eyed and hopeful. She rested a hand on my arm.

I tilted my head slightly to indicate my interest. She was making it very hard to resist and that wasn't the only thing that was hard. My cock was throbbing painfully inside my trousers now, aroused by that one touch. I squeezed my legs together hoping to stifle the sensation but all I could feel now was a rapidly expanding damp patch in my briefs. I turned my full attention back to Hayley.

"I have a problem and no-one at work wants to help me. It's only a small company and all the other surveyors are of course men. I think they feel I shouldn't be there and whilst they're not openly hostile they certainly do keep me at arms length."

I was amazed. I'd have thought she would be beating them off with a stick. Oh well, it takes all sorts I suppose.

"How could I help you, I'm no quantity surveyor. In fact I've not done much of any kind of surveying for some time now."

"No...no you misunderstand. The quantity bit is fine. I can do that no problem. I just need some advice about the land that we're looking at. I've not come across this type of situation before, it's certainly not covered in any text book I can find and as I said, no-one at work is inclined to help me. They want to see me sink or swim and with this one I'm definitely drowning!" She paused to take a sip of her drink before continuing.

"I figured with your experience and the contacts you must have made you might be able to offer me some advice." She looked at me hopefully. "Please, I really think you could help."

Who was I to refuse. Even if I couldn't help her I was going to spend some time with her and that couldn't be a bad thing. It might help me in my quest to seduce her.

"Okay," I replied. "I've got tomorrow off. Why don't we get together and you can show me what you've got."

"Oh goody...thank you so much," she gushed excitedly, a big smile on her face. I'm so looking forward to tomorrow now." She laughed. A big hearty laugh, which I joined in with and which earned us more disapproving stares from the nearby tables.

* * *

I won't bore you with the details of the work issue. Suffice it to say that Hayley managed to pull of her assignment much to her joy and to the evident initial disgust of her male colleagues.

I for my part enjoyed it enormously. Not only did I rediscover my love of working outdoors and actually doing some proper surveying and getting my hands dirty, I also got to spend a lot of time with Hayley. It turned out to be quite a big project and took weeks to sort out. I could understand why her colleagues wouldn't help her. They were jealous because she'd been entrusted with it.

Luckily for me, Matt always seemed to be working away, a situation I took full advantage of. I did however begin to wonder how Matt and Hayley had managed to get together in the first place. Every time I saw him he seemed sullen and morose, not a bit like live wire Hayley. Maybe it was because of my presence. I did try to get on with him but he made it pretty obvious that he didn't want much to do with me.

It wasn't long before I was soon spending more time with my son's wife than he was. Not only did we work closely together on her project but we also got together outside of work. Coinciding with Matt being out of town we had trips to the theatre, the movies, lunch and even the odd dinner date. All harmless in isolation but all adding up in my burgeoning relationship with her.

For that was what it seemed to be. For whatever reason I was totally enthralled by this larger than life woman. She was fun to be with, if not a trifle mad at times but also witty and intelligent and sexy as hell. I had slowly come to the realisation that I didn't just want to fuck her and move on. I wanted more. More of what though; well that was the question. Still, I hadn't even fucked her yet. She might not be any good in bed...

* * *

After the project finished I thought I'd blown it. I'd really enjoyed working with her and got a real buzz from her enthusiasm. So much so that I'd rediscovered my love of surveying and encouraged by Hayley I was now actively looking for a new job. Because of this I'd resisted the urge to force myself on her too early and now it seemed my chance had gone. I cursed myself that I'd left it too late.

However, much to my surprise, Hayley seemed more than keen to keep seeing me for the odd lunch or dinner date to see how my job hunt was going and also to keep me up to date on her work. I was amazed at myself for actually being interested in seeing how it all panned out for her.

A few weeks later though and I took an urgent phone call from her. She sounded a bit upset but wouldn't discuss it over the phone. We arranged to meet downtown at a coffee shop close to my offices.


John Taylor - 5 Years Later



Five years or so had passed by since I'd first met Hayley and over that time I'd come to the conclusion that my son Matt was gay. He had to be. There could be no other plausible explanation for why he steadfastly refused to have sex with his stunning wife.

Not that I was complaining though. His loss was my gain. Whilst he had been swanning about all over the country with his work and neglecting my daughter, I had been fucking her every chance I got. And let me tell you this, it was a regular occurrence as she was every bit as good in bed as she looked out of it.

I think the saying is sex on legs. And in her case it was ... is even. She oozes sex from every pore of her being. And her body ... shapely ... well proportioned ... buxom ... curvaceous ... voluptuous? You pick the analogy. She is all of these and more.  

She's just reached her thirtieth birthday but she looks as good now as she did the day I met her. Better perhaps. Although not beautiful in a classical sense she's still retained her good looks. Her hair is long and wavy and naturally blonde and her deep blue eyes still twinkle with an intensity that is sometimes downright scary. As I suspected it would, her weight has yo-yoed a bit but on the odd occasion it did increase it just made her tits and ass bigger, which in my opinion wasn't a bad thing at all!

* * *

Estranged for many years, I'd reconnected with my family at my ex wife Judy's, Aunt Betty's funeral. I know, it's a bit of a mouthful but Aunt Betty had been the only one of her family that I liked and I felt it only right that I pay my final respects at her passing. As you can imagine it was a trifle strained and awkward at the time but that's where I met Hayley. 

Shortly after the funeral Judy announced she was getting married again and would be emigrating to Australia. Or was it New Zealand or perhaps Canada? I can't remember. I wasn't paying much attention at the time. All my focus was on Hayley.

But as soon as Judy mentioned marriage, evil me got to wondering if I should have a stab at fucking her before the happy event. Not that I wanted her back of course ... oh no ... but it would be fun to mess with her head for a little while.

I know what you're thinking. I'm a right bastard. And that's exactly what she called me just before she walked into the Registry Office to say her vows. She was a bit unsteady on her legs; well you would too if you'd just been fucked by me. I also knew my cum was leaking out of her well pummelled pussy because she'd had no time to clean up before the taxi arrived to pick her up. Told you I was a bastard!

In a way it was all too easy. I'd popped round to wish her good luck and found her all alone struggling with the zip of her white dress. In true gentlemanly fashion when I went to help her I just lowered it instead.

She'd spun round to confront me and I instantly caught the full blast of her breath. She'd been drinking, no doubt to calm her nerves. Now the one thing I knew about my ex wife was that she rarely drank because as soon as alcohol passed her lips she was ripe for fucking. She couldn't help herself. It was just the way she was wired. 

As she stood in front of me with her chest heaving in anger I scanned her body. I have to say she was in great shape. In fact she looked better than I could ever remember her being in the past. But then again I wasn't around much when we were married. She'd gone the whole hog for the wedding with white high heel shoes, white stockings held in place by a white suspender belt, white panties and a white bra. 

What can I say! My cock immediately stood to attention. I threw her on the bed and though she struggled initially it didn't take her long to open her legs for me. By the time I entered her she was a quivering mess. She really wanted my big, thick cock. Well that's what I think she was saying. It was difficult to make out her words exactly in between her moans and groans as I gave her a right good fucking. She came three times before I let her have the contents of my ball sac and let me tell you, there was a lot in there! I'd not had sex for a while.

Clearly I hadn't been invited to the wedding but I lingered around just to catch a glimpse of Hayley and to gauge her interaction with Matt. I was pleased when I saw there wasn't a whole lot of love and affection evident between the two of them.

I looked around for my daughter Anna but I couldn't make her out. There didn't seem to be anyone there that could have been her. I'd had no contact with her since the brief introduction at Aunt Betty's wake at the rugby club. Even then I had paid her scant attention. She didn't push herself forward and kind of hid behind her mother the whole few seconds she was in my company so she'd made no impression on me at all. 

Much later, Hayley told me that she called her The Mouse because she was as quiet as one and used to scuttle off quickly and hide if anyone took the slightest bit of interest in her. She later told me that Anna had gone to live abroad with Judy and her new husband.

* * *

To celebrate her thirtieth birthday Hayley's friends had organised a girl's only holiday to Portugal. It was only for a week but I have to say I missed her enormously. In fact I missed her more than I thought I would.

I know, I know, she's not my wife but as Matt is constantly working away we're together so much she might as well be. So it was hard not to feel a tinge of jealousy when I watched her jet off.

What's that I hear you say? You have a compassionate side? Well yeah I do. It's something that seems to have developed since I met Hayley.

But I'd made sure Hayley had something to remember me by because the night before she left we fucked like rabbits and she was both exhausted and fully satisfied by the time she departed.

When I told her to be careful she laughingly replied it would take at least a week for her pussy to recover so there was no chance of her even wanting to be fucked by anyone else; not that she did anyway because she loved me and only me. She gave me an enormous bear hug when she said that last bit and I'm sure I saw a tear in her eye.

* * *

A week later and we were laying together in my bed. I had picked her up at the airport and brought her straight to my apartment. Matt was away again. Seconds after closing the door we tore each others clothes off and had mad, wild, frenetic sex for a good hour or more.

As we basked in the afterglow I couldn't help but ask ...

"So, did anything happen on your holiday that you want to discuss with me?"

Hayley chuckled. That deep throaty chuckle I love. "No, nothing." she answered.

I looked across at her. "Really," I said, "I'm amazed. I'd have thought someone as good looking as you would get hit on all the time."

She laughed. "Well I do get hit on but it's usually yobbish blokes who've had too much to drink ..." Her reply just sort of tailed off and I felt there was something else she was not saying.

"So, it's usually blokes is it?" I teased, emphasising the word usually, "so I assume by that, you get hit on by women as well?"

She tilted her head to look at me and smiled. "Of course ... you'd be surprised how many times I've been propositioned, especially on holiday!"

I felt a surge of emotion flood my body, most of it manifesting itself in my hardening cock. I felt jealous and intrigued and most definitely turned on.

I cleared my throat. "So ... erm ... have you ... erm ...?" 

She chuckled. "Once or twice, when I was much younger, nothing too heavy just a bit of slap and tickle." She grinned up into my face, her eyes twinkling with glee, trying to gauge my reaction.

"So ... erm ... what about this holiday then ... did you get hit on at all?"

"Oh yes, many times ... it was great!" She was almost laughing at me now and I'm sure she could feel that I was now the proud possessor of a raging hard on.

I gulped. "So ... erm ... what ... erm ... what happened?" My insides were churning now from the fear and titillation.

"You really want to know?" Hayley half sat up and stared deep into my eyes.

"Yes I do," I said in as calm a voice as I could muster. Sadly I knew it came out as a strangulated croak.

Hayley gave me a big grin. "Okay, big boy, here goes. Are you ready for this?"

I nodded in reply.

"Her name was Hannah Meade. She's Canadian although she lives here now. She's also newly divorced. Apparently it was a bit messy so to help her get over it a couple of her friends took her on holiday. Anyway, I met her one night in a nightclub. We were both pretty hammered but somehow we seemed to have a connection."

My heart was pounding away inside my chest and I was finding it difficult to catch my breath. Hayley looked at me and grinned again. She was clearly revelling in my discomfort.

"Do you want me to go on?" she teased.

I nodded. I couldn't trust myself to speak for fear it came out sounding like the squeaking of a demented mouse.

"Well, we danced together and I was quite surprised when a slow dance came on because she just wrapped her arms around my body and pushed her boobs against mine. She nuzzled into my neck and nibbled my ear. Well you can imagine what that did to me?"

I nodded again. I knew only too well that it would send her insane. It was her most erogenous zone and one that I had used myself many, many times to great effect.

"Well then we kissed. Oh John, it was fabulous. So soft and tender and so erotic and hard. We tongued each other as our kisses grew harder and harder. We didn't care who saw us. It was all about the moment." She paused. She had that misty eyed look on her face. You know the one I mean!

She smiled softly as she brought her attention back to me. I could scarcely breathe and my heart was thumping so much I suspected I could be having a heart attack. My cock was now fully engorged and throbbing painfully.

Hayley could see I was struggling and laughed. The bitch!

"Are you sure you want me to continue?" She roughly grabbed hold of my cock and began to slide her hand slowly up and down the shaft. I moaned in delight and groaned in discomfort.

"It just felt right when I walked back to her apartment with her. We were holding hands and just looking into each others eyes. When we got into her bedroom we quickly undressed each other and fell onto the bed."

"So ... what ... what does she look like?" I gasped. I so needed to know now so that I could visualise her in my mind as I fucked Hayley.

"Oh she's the exact opposite to me. She tall and slender and very pretty. But she has got long blonde hair and super kissable lips and blue eyes."

"What about her body ... tell me about her body." I rasped as I started to hump myself against Hayley's hand.

"Oh that," she chuckled, "well she's fairly skinny but she's got fantastic long legs, they're quite shapely but her ass ... oh John ... it's a wonderful, round, tight little ass ... and her boobs ... well to call them spectacular would be to do them a disservice. They're huge but also absolutely exquisite. Firm, with no sag, yet soft with fabulous puffy nipples that look like champagne corks when you've sucked on them for a while. And I can tell you ... I sucked on them a lot that night!"

"Oh god ..." I groaned. Hayley was pulling at my cock like there was no tomorrow. I decided to get in on the act and slid my hand up to her mound. I parted her outer pussy lips with my fingers before sliding them inside. She was sopping wet and virtually came at my first thrust, trembling as a mini orgasm rippled through her body.

"What size ... what size are they?" I managed to gasp.

"I don't know," she groaned in reply, "I didn't think to ask her ... but they're big ... really, really big!"

She moaned as I moved my hand out of her pussy but sighed appreciatively when I got her up to straddle my legs, leaving her hovering just above my rock hard cock. I brushed against her clit with the swollen head of my hard on and she groaned.

"Carry on Hayley ... what did you do?"

"I ... we ... made love. Oh it was so tender, so loving, so good ... so different from when a man does it with a woman. I can't describe it so that you can understand ... it's more tender ... and sweet ... and passionate."

She lowered herself down onto my cock and gasped. I felt her pussy contract around my swollen shaft and grip me tight. Oh fuck, I will never tire of feeling that sensation. God I love this woman!

She began to ride me. Very slowly to begin with.

"Carry on ..." I grunted. She continued her tale but was clearly struggling to speak now.

"We kissed each other before Hannah went down on me. She licked and kissed her way up both my legs, starting at my feet and then up my calves beyond my knees and up my thighs. Oh John, it was so erotic ... I opened my legs for her and she moved higher, kissing and licking the inside of my thighs before she reached my pussy." 

She breathed deeply and groaned. I wasn't sure if it was because of me and my cock or whether it was because of her memories of that night.

I decided to remind her it was me and gave her a few quick hard thrusts upwards, lifting her off my body before allowing her to drop down hard to smash onto my pelvic bone. She gasped and groaned when I did that and rotating her hips, began to ride me harder. I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and started to help her along a bit by lifting her and dropping her down over and over again. She leaned forward and her wondrous, large breasts hung over my face, her nipples hard and erect and swollen with lust and just begging to be suckled. I duly obliged causing her to scream when I bit down on each of them in turn.

We fucked like that for a few minutes but I knew I wanted to cum and I always cum the quickest in the doggy position. I flipped her over and slid back inside and even though she was slick she still gasped when I re-entered her.

I grabbed hold of her hip with one hand and a dangling breast with the other and pounded into her gash with an increasing momentum. She shuddered as she came and I wasn't too long behind her.

We collapsed in a heap and then both lay there enjoying the ripples of climactic aftershocks as our breathing calmed and our emotions relaxed. We slept for a while and when we awoke, we fucked again. This time it was more loving and tender, the eroticism of the previous fuck having been temporarily sated.

* * *

It was only a matter of a few weeks later when Hayley dropped the bombshell on me. We were lying together in our bed; yes that's right, our bed; in my apartment having just finished another marathon fucking session.

"John, I've been offered a temporary assignment but it means working away for six months or so." She just casually dropped it into our post coital conversation.

"Oh right ... that's good ... is it something you want to do?" I asked. It was a bit of a shock but I was genuinely pleased for her. I knew she loved her job and worked hard at it, especially as it was in a decidedly macho male dominated industry.

"Yes, yes I think I do," she replied, "plus they've told me that when I come back, I'll get a big promotion. I'll be head of my very own department."

"Oh Hayley, that's fantastic." I moved over to give her a wet sloppy kiss.

"So where is it ... can I come and visit you?" I asked as she snuggled into my arms.

She pulled away and looked hesitant. She crinkled up her nose ... "Well you could ... but it's Australia?"

"What!" My reaction was immediate, "Australia ... bloody hell Hayley!"

She looked worried. 

"So ... have you agreed to it already?" I asked.

"No, no of course I haven't. I thought I would run it by you first." She looked at me intently. "If you don't want me to go, then I won't."

"What about Matt, what does he think about it?" My mind was still reeling.

"Oh he doesn't care one way or the other. Besides I'm only interested in what you think. I'm pretty sure me and Matt are going to end up getting divorced soon anyway."

"Really." I was shocked. I know I spent a lot more time with my son's wife than he did, but still ...

"Does that bother you John?" Hayley asked me. "Won't you want me when I'm no longer your daughter. Was it the sin of incest that made you want to shag me? Is that what turned you on to me? Huh ... huh ... well answer me ... was that what it was all about for you!" She was teasing me of course.

"Well technically it wasn't incest was it?" I teased back. Two could play at this game. "Although it did add a bit of spice ..." 

"I knew it!" Hayley exclaimed gleefully, "so incest does turn you on." She looked at me thoughtfully, "so you'd like to fuck your daughter then!"

"Well the thought of incest sort of turns me on ... a bit ... but no ... I don't think I could." I looked at her with a serious expression on my face. An expression I couldn't hold for long. 

"Although I might be tempted if my daughter looked like you!" I laughed as I squeezed one of her breasts. Hayley gave a little giggle in response. 

"So ... you would fancy your daughter if she was blonde with big tits then," Hayley teased in response. She was really trying to wind me up now. "Well to me, it sounds like you've just described Anna!"

"Anna's got big tits?" I was surprised.

"Of course she has, didn't you know?" Hayley replied with a big grin on her face. She was loving this. 

"How would I ... I haven't seen Anna for years now. She was just a little girl when I left. I wouldn't recognise her even if she walked into this room right this very minute!"

"She was at the funeral you know; don't you remember? Surely you saw her there, didn't you?" Hayley said.

"No ... well yes," I sighed, "Judy did introduce her to me but I didn't really see her as she was hiding behind her mother. Besides I was far more interested in you at the time!"

"You bastard!" Hayley laughed as she gave me a friendly punch in the arm.

"Have you only just realised that," I retorted in reply.

She kissed me and then snuggled back into my arms once more. "I love you John," she said.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, "and I love you too and that's why you should go to Australia."

"What!" She pulled away from me to look into my eyes to see if I was sincere. "You really don't mind?"

"Of course not. Well I do a little bit but in reality we are both free spirits and we owe each other nothing. So why shouldn't you pursue your dreams. Besides, I'll still be here when you come back. Just promise me that you'll not fall in love with anyone down under!"

"Not a chance of that!" she replied as she kissed me passionately. She grabbed hold of my cock and gave it a tug. "Lets see if we can't get some life back into this fellow again." Her lips closed over the head of my cock, which soon disappeared inside her mouth as she began to deep throat me.

* * *

"Okay, I've found you an assistant." Hayley breezed into my office taking immediate control. She came up to me and gave me a deep, lingering, passionate kiss. I went to grab her but she easily evaded me, stepping neatly away to stand the other side of my desk.

"I haven't got a whole lot of time to tell you all about her, just to say she's available, she's more than qualified and she starts tomorrow." Hayley turned as if to leave.

"What ... you've said she can start tomorrow ... don't I have any say in the matter? Besides ... I've already told you ... I don't need any help."

"No and yes you do," Hayley smiled sweetly. "You'll have to trust me on this John. You need help and I've got you the perfect assistant. You can thank me later. Right I've got to go but I'll be back in a couple of hours and I'll bring her with me. Okay?"

"Okay!" I pulled a face, which she saw. She rolled her eyes in mock disgust. "Two hours and I'll be back!"

I watched her flounce out, marvelling at the exaggerated sway of her hips and the way that made her fabulous ass cheeks move. I felt my cock twitch. That's all it took these days to get me aroused ... a kiss and the sight of her ass!




John Taylor - 5 Years Later



The two hours flew by and before I knew it Hayley was back, the strong scent of her distinctive perfume announcing her arrival.

"John, this is Hannah Meade."

I looked up from my work and my stomach flipped over. Oh my god! Standing beside Hayley was a tall, slender woman with long legs and a lovely pert backside. But as nice as they were it was her tits that really grabbed my attention. They truly were superb. High and tight and firm and lovely. They must be at least a 32EE or even a 32FF, I mused. I knew I wouldn't be too far out. After all I did class myself as an expert in the field of breast sizes, I'd certainly had enough of them in my hands over the years.

I shot Hayley a quizzical look. "The girl ... Portugal?" I silently mouthed to her. Her eyes opening wide, she smiled and gave the slightest of nods.

Holy fuck! Here was the girl who had fucked my daughter and I could understand why Hayley had let her. I gave her another look. She was well worth looking at. Like Hayley, she wasn't a classical beauty. Her face was too thin and long for that but she was pretty and would most definitely turn heads all the same. Her long blonde hair, which came down to lay just past her shoulders was straight and shiny and healthy looking. Her makeup was flawless, her eyes weren't clear blue, more a slate blue colour but highlighted by just the right amount of eye liner and mascara. Her lips were bright red and were as Hayley had described them. I already wanted to kiss them and I definitely wanted to have them wrapped round my cock. She was wearing a black and grey dress, which may have been a little on the short side although her black tights or stockings; I was hoping for the latter; made it appear a respectable length. To finish off she was wearing a 4"or 5" black stiletto heel shoe.

I looked from her to Hayley and then back again. Size wise she was the complete opposite of Hayley and though I love Hayley more than life itself, at that moment in time I knew for certain that I sure as hell wanted the chance to fuck Hannah Meade!

"Hi, pleased to meet you, John." Hannah moved forward with her hand outstretched. Her soft Canadian accent was delightful.

I shook her hand and felt the slightest of tingles. "Oh yes ... hello ... err John Taylor ... pleased to meet you." I just hoped I hadn't stammered too much.

* * *

Hayley had been gone for three weeks and I was now crawling the walls. I suspected that this was how drug users felt when they went cold turkey. 

Three whole weeks without sex. It may not seem a lot to you but the longest time I'd gone without sex since I'd finally bedded Hayley five years ago had been one week. One whole week! The week she went to Portugal and met and had sex with Hannah.

My problem was made all the worse as Hannah assaulted my senses daily, stretching my resolve to be faithful to Hayley. Yeah, I know, me being faithful. Having a conscience, that's a first.

I tried hard to resist but her perfume was everywhere, reminding me of her presence even when she wasn't at work. It lingered in my office, in her office, in the kitchen area, on the stairs and even in the toilet. 

It wasn't long before I began to eagerly await her arrival every morning. I couldn't wait to see what she would be wearing. Each day was a different outfit but they all had one thing in common. Whether it was a dress or a skirt and blouse they were all designed to be tight fitting to show off her womanly curves at their best. Her magnificent boobs were always prominently displayed and the hem of her skirt or dress was always too high thus revealing a lot of leg and if that wasn't bad enough she always wore really high heel shoes. 

My cock was already struggling to cope when she then took to occasionally wearing glasses. That was almost too much to take. She was the epitome of the sexy secretary beloved by porn films. Big tits, tight fitting clothes and glasses!

She was friendly from day one. Nothing too drastic, a touch of my arm with her fingers or hand to begin with. After a week she was very touchy feely, her hand now lingering on my arm more often and for longer. By the second week she was pressing her large boobs into my arm as she would lean against me to look at whatever I might be reading. They felt soft and firm at the same time if that makes sense but I can tell you it felt great when she was wiggling them against me. And by the third week she was letting me press my crotch into her backside as I squeezed to get past behind her. It was funny. She never made any attempt to get out of my way.

I survived until the end of the fourth week. It was my own fault, I offered to take her for a drink after work to celebrate her getting through the probationary period. It was a feeble excuse but at least I could justify being out with her.

I'd suggested it to her at the beginning of the week, arranging it for the Friday. That gave Hannah ample time to plan her outfit for that day.

When she turned up at the office on Friday morning she looked as if she was about to go out for a night on the pull rather than start work. Her dress was ridiculously short, displaying most of her shapely thighs and had a short zip at the front and a full length one at the back. As she bent over I could see she was wearing stockings and suspenders. The top half of the dress wasn't much better either. It goes without saying that it was a tight fit but it was the amount of boob flesh she was showing that was the problem. Her tits are spectacularly large and the cleavage she was displaying was stupendous but it was wholly inappropriate for work. Luckily she'd brought a cardigan with her and she slipped it on before we opened the office. We don't get a lot of visitors but I didn't want to scare anybody away that might come knocking on my door and thank goodness she understood that too. I couldn't afford to lose any business. Things were going okay but in my field you have to be careful not to get a bad reputation.

The sexual tension grew all day. It was if we both knew separately and jointly what was going to happen later after work. It was early afternoon and we were both clearly on edge when things came to a head.

I was stood at my desk when Hannah came into my office. She placed a file on my desk, making sure to lean over so I could see inside the top of her dress. The cardigan to hide her modesty had long since been discarded. I could see the swell of her bosom and her deep cleavage.

"Hannah ..." I started.

"Yes John ..." she replied looking into my eyes and fluttering her long eyelashes.

Suddenly I couldn't speak. She moved closer to me until we were touching. "Do I make you uncomfortable?" she asked, her eyes wide open enquiringly. Her voice was melodiously soft and there was only a hint of a Canadian accent now. It was too sexy by half. 

"No ... no ... not in the slightest ..." I stuttered. I felt myself go red. Now that hadn't happened in a long, long time!

I could feel my cock was bulging and as it was now pressing firmly against Hannah's leg she must surely feel it too. And she did.

"My, my John ... someone seems rather pleased to see me ..."

"I ... I ..." The confident me had gone. God knows where to but this young woman was walking all over me. And that wouldn't do ... wouldn't do at all ...

My resolve was gone in an instant too as I felt Hannah's hand on my bulge. She squeezed as she ran her hand along my rapidly expanding and lengthening shaft.

"Hannah ..." I gasped as she deftly unzipped my trousers and pulled out my throbbing cock.

She looked up into my face. "Yes John ..." she said sweetly as she wanked me off.

"Ohh ... my goddd ..." I groaned.

She crouched down suddenly, a movement that caught me totally by surprise.

And then the head of my cock was enveloped by her luscious lips as she took it into her mouth. She sucked on it, slurping round and round the mushroom shaped head, before sliding it further into her mouth. She took about half my length before she gagged and pulled it out. Saliva poured from her mouth as she looked up into my eyes.

"Ohh ... my goddd ..." I groaned again.

She smiled up at me and then licked along my shaft down towards my balls. She carried on stroking it as she licked my balls before taking hold of them with her other hand and fondling them. She raked the shaft of my cock with the tips of her red varnished fingernails and I shivered in delight.

It was soon inside her mouth again. I was in seventh heaven as her head bobbed up and down my shaft going faster and faster and deeper and deeper, now and again gagging when I thrust too hard as my excitement grew. She may have been young but she sure knew how to give head!

I watched her eagerly suck off the copious amounts of pre cum from the head of my cock as she continued to try and deep throat me completely. It turned me on to see her long slender hands with the bright red nail varnish on her fingernails resting on the front of my thighs, trusting me not to make her gag as she used only her mouth on my throbbing cock. 

Her hands moved away and she fiddled with the zip at the top of her dress before lowering it. Now I knew why she was wearing a dress with a zip fastener at the front as well as the back. She pulled it down as far as it would go and then hefted out her large breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra.

She held her large tits in her hands and then leant forward and wrapped them around my pulsating cock. It was all I could do not to cum on the spot. I hadn't had a titty fuck in so long and certainly never with any as big as hers.

She moved her boobs up and down my shaft as I thrust my hips forward, pumping away for all I was worth. Hannah then blew my mind as she lowered her head and was able to catch my cock in her mouth on every upward thrust. To see the mushroom shaped cap disappearing between those red luscious lips did it for me. I came; hard. My cum exploded out of my cock without any great warning. I didn't even have time to tell Hannah I was cumming. It flooded out of me, spurt after long spurt, splashing all over her face, over her lips, in her hair and all over her massive tits. She was covered in the stuff.

As my cock relaxed the guilt came. I had cheated on Hayley. Alright I hadn't exactly fucked Hannah but I'd left my cum all over her face and tits.

I was shocked at my reaction. I'd never experienced guilt before. Never. And why did I feel guilty? Hayley wasn't my wife.

My god, I did love her. For the first time in my life I actually loved someone more than me!

I pulled away from Hannah. "I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Hannah looked up at me, her eyes wide open with surprise. She was still down on her knees. My cum coated her face. There was a lot. I can't recall ever pumping that much out of me before.

She shook her head from side to side. "No, no it's okay, I ... I didn't mind ..." She looked a little upset. So she did mind.

"Here, let me help you." I offered her my hand, which she took and I helped her to her feet. She was stood very close to me. I could barely look her in the eye so I quickly glanced away. 

"I'll go clean myself up," she mumbled as she pushed past me. I watched her walk towards the toilet, her big titties wobbling with each measured step, pausing only to grab her underwear and clothes on the way. She didn't look back.

I refastened my trousers and slumped down into my chair and groaned. What the fuck had I done.

It took her a while but when Hannah came back from the toilet you wouldn't have known that just twenty minutes earlier she'd been covered in my sperm.

Her hair and makeup were flawless and she glowed. I felt my cock pulse again. She looked good enough to fuck. But I wasn't going to.

The rest of the day was strained to say the least but we both managed to get through it. Luckily we were fairly busy so there was enough work to keep us fully occupied. I did the usual male thing by buggering off to do some field work leaving Hannah alone in the office. Needless to say, we didn't go for that drink after work.

The next few days were hard and I mean that literally. My cock was in a permanent state of erection. Hannah didn't make it any easier as she came to work every day looking like a wet dream. Tighter skirts, tighter blouses, tighter dresses. Higher heels, more cleavage, more perfume.

My insides were churning and I was slowly losing control. I figured if I didn't fuck her soon then I would just explode.

I couldn't concentrate at work and I started to make things awkward for Hannah. I figured that if I was offhand or even rude to her then she might just leave and that would solve all my problems. 

But it didn't solve my problems because firstly I felt horrible about being nasty at work to a young woman who'd really done nothing wrong and secondly because I dreamt about her every night. 

The dreams were always the same except they were of her and Hayley. They were in bed together, without me. They were kissing each other in a way I could only imagine, their large breasts squishing together, their swollen, erect nipples catching against each others. Their fingers were pumping away inside their snatches as they diddled their clits, writhing and moaning and squirming as they frigged themselves stupid. And then Hayley had Hannah's large boobs in her hands. As she fondled them, pushing them together, she would look up. Hannah too would look up but she had a shy yet lustful smile etched on her face. And then Hayley would speak. "These are fantastic John. Wouldn't you like to feel them in your hands? They really are massive. So firm yet so soft. Don't you want to fondle them like me? I just love them and I know you would too!" And then she would suckle them and nip at the large erect nipples and then smile.

And then I would wake up in a cold sweat and with a raging hard on. It was the same every night. I began to think I was going insane.

* * *

It was early morning a few days later when Hayley rang. She sounded strange.

"Hi sweetheart," I said, relieved to hear from her, "how's things going down under?"

"Fine, just fine," she replied curtly. That wasn't like her at all.

"Look John, I haven't got much time. I need to get something off my chest and I need to do it now before I change my mind. So this is a quick phone call and as I don't know quite how to tell you this, I'll just come out and say it because there's no way to sugar coat it!"

"Al ... right ..." I said hesitantly. I didn't like the sound of this one little bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen but I've met someone!" She paused momentarily as if struggling to keep her emotions in check.

I sat in opened mouth horror unable to speak, unable to breathe.

"Did you hear what I said, I've met someone else. It just happened. It was like a thunderbolt," she repeated, "and I'm so sorry!"

My stomach crashed to the floor taking my heart with it. She'd just sucked out my very soul and left me an empty shell of a man.

"His name's Bruce and he's Australian," she added, as if I wanted to know that.

I wanted to laugh out loud. It was ironic. It reminded me of a classic Monty Python sketch about Australians all having the same name of Bruce. Hayley had never heard of Monty Python or seen any of their television shows before I introduced her to their wild satirical world. The 'Bruce' sketch had become one of her favourites, along with 'The Cycling Tour' episode.

"Look, I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll call you again later. Bye." The phone line clicked dead as she hung up at her end.

I sat there, the phone hanging limply in my hand. So that was it then. Five years and over in a five second phone call. Five years wasn't a bad run I suppose. It's a lot, lot longer than most of my relationships. Okay ... fuck her then, I'll just find someone else!

My thoughts went instantly to Hannah. There it was. My rebound relationship was staring me in the face. She wanted me, of that there was no doubt. So why not, why the hell not!

I replaced the phone and then strode purposefully off to the shower. My cock was already hard. And I was angry.

Twenty minutes later I was showered, groomed, dressed and breakfasted. I looked over at the clock. Brilliant! It was six thirty in the morning. Only two and a half hours to kill.

God knows how but I managed to delay my entrance to the office, eventually arriving at nine thirty. By then I reasoned, Hannah would have opened up, dealt with the post and sorted out the emails.

As I entered I locked the door behind me. Hannah was waiting for me and she looked sensational. I silently exhaled. Her blouse was extremely tight fitting, so much so that several buttons were already undone and the one that held the blouse closed across her breasts was clearly straining to stay in it's buttonhole. Her pencil skirt was also tight and perfectly showcased her pert backside. She was wearing exceptionally high heels today, which brought her to the same height as me.

"Morning John," she smiled.

"Morning Hannah," I replied. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her hair was lustrous this morning and her makeup was fantastic, especially around her beguiling, slate blue eyes. There was no doubt, they were smoking hot today. To make matters worse her luscious lips were bright red and matched her freshly varnished fingernails. As I've said before, Hannah has long slender hands and fingers and I find them very sexy. It all combined to make her simply stunning. My already rock hard cock was starting to throb in anticipation of what I hoped was to come.

Hannah looked nervously at me. "Are you okay John?" she asked.

"Fine," I answered, trying hard to temper down my lustful glare, which must have seemed quite intimidating to her.

I sat down on the corner of my desk. Hannah came up to hand me the morning post. Our legs made contact and she pushed her thigh firmly into me as she handed over the mail. Just the very pressure of her leg on mine seemed to be profoundly erotic. My cock began to throb even more.

"That's all the post for this morning," she said huskily, "and these are the files you need for today." She leant across me to place the files on my desk. As she did, her breasts pushed against my arm and her hair brushed across my face. I looked at the curve of her pert backside, the fabric of her skirt pulled tight across her ass cheeks. It was a great shape and looked good enough to eat. 

She straightened up and I was staring straight into her eyes. They were blazing. We were just inches apart. I looked at her and then I looked at her lips. They were parted slightly. Her breath was shallow. Her perfume filled my senses. It was intoxicating.

"Hannah," I breathed. I put my hand on her arm to stop her from moving away and felt her tremble.

"John," she answered shakily.

And then I kissed her. It wasn't tender and soft but neither was it hard. To begin with. Then it was. My lips pushed at hers and she responded until our mouths began to mash against each others with a rising frenzy.

Her arms went round my neck as she pulled me closer to her. My hands went straight to her breasts. As they finally touched her twin mounds of magnificence I felt Hannah's body twitch and she pushed herself tighter to me. And then she moaned into my mouth. 

Our lips parted and our tongues entwined, which just made the frenzy greater. My fingers fumbled for the first time ever as I struggled to undo that button that had been straining to keep her blouse closed. It took me a while but it finally released with a satisfying tug and it was only a brief moment later that I was pulling her blouse free of her skirt and throwing it onto the floor.

Hannah's hands were also busy as she unfastened my belt and lowered the zip to my trousers. Her long slender fingers crept inside and closed around my cock. As she tugged it free she pushed my trousers lower down my legs. She began to slide her hand up and down my shaft. God it felt so good.




John Taylor - 5 Years Later



I pulled away from her as I struggled to locate the button on her skirt. I looked down at her breasts. Her bra was cobalt blue and it was either too small or her breasts had grown since she'd bought it because her tit flesh was just cascading out all over the place. Mainly it was over the top but I could clearly see that the bra didn't cover the underside of her magnificent orbs either.

Not that I was concerned about the ill fitting size of her bra or even the cup size. I just wanted it off her. I skilfully unclipped it with one hand. No mean feat given that there were four clips not the usual three. It was a big bra. But then again I've had a lot of experience of unfastening bra's over the years and consider myself somewhat of an expert in that field.

And there they were. Her breasts. All 32GG's worth. I'd glanced at the size label before tossing the bra to one side. So I hadn't been too far out in my original estimation.

They truly were the most magnificent set of boobs I had ever seen. On a body as slender as Hannah's they should have looked ridiculous but they didn't. They should have been fake but they weren't.

They were just immense!

I couldn't take my eyes off them. Every time Hannah twitched or moved just the slightest, they jiggled and danced before my eyes. It was mesmerising.

Hannah looked at me with glee. "You like!" she said with a big smile.

"Oh yeah ..." I replied.

She shook them and I watched as they swung from side to side. It was strange how they seemed to stay so close together on her body. On most other women with big tits they seem to droop away from each other. But not Hannah's.

"You can touch them you know," she teased, "they won't bite!"

"Oh yeah ..." I sighed.

My hands moved up and I caressed them lightly, running my fingers over every square inch of her flesh delighting in the smoothness of her skin. I teased around her large aureoles making sure I didn't touch her nipples. Not yet. I didn't want to make it too easy for her. I could sense her frustration that I hadn't made contact with them. But just running my fingers around her aureoles seemed to be having a great effect on them as I watched them grow larger and larger as they became swollen and engorged.

She pulled my head to hers and kissed me deeply. She was a great kisser and knew what to do with her tongue. It was almost as if she was trying to suck mine out of my mouth. With a tongue like hers I could understand how Hayley had succumbed so readily to having sex with her. It must have been magic for her to have had that tongue skilfully working away inside her pussy. Making her wet. Making her cum.

Hayley! The thought of her came flooding back into my head. And again it made me angry.

My hands left Hannah's tits and I removed her skirt. It was a bit of a struggle even though Hannah has no hips to speak of. Well she has, obviously but they're not big or wide if you know what I mean.

She was wearing stockings and suspenders. My stomach clenched. I have a thing about women wearing stockings and suspenders, as I suspect a lot of men do.

Without any ceremony, I spun Hannah round and bent her over my desk. If she was surprised she didn't show it. I looked down at her ass. She'd been sunbathing, her tan lines were clearly visible. But the contrast of the colour of her skin combined with the vibrant blue of her bra matching panties, which didn't cover the white part of her ass was highly erotic for some reason and only served to make her ass look bigger and rounder and plumper than it was.

She straddled the corner of my desk, her ass pointing up at the ceiling. I lowered her panties and she lifted each foot in turn to allow me to remove them. I parted her ass cheeks and looked at her pussy. The lips were glistening from her juices but she looked so small down there I began to wonder if she'd be able to handle me. 

I was raring to go as I shrugged off my trousers at the same time as I removed my shirt. My briefs followed and I was naked. My large cock was primed and ready, the veins standing out as the blood thundered up to fill and engorge my throbbing shaft.

I lowered my head to her pussy to breathe in the musky aroma of her sex. And then I licked her. Her body shook at the initial touch of my tongue on her pussy lips and she trembled as I parted them and pushed my tongue deeper inside. I worked on her for a while. I needed to get her as wet as I could and as aroused as I could because she was going to be tight and it would hurt her. 

As soon as I touched her clit she exploded. I'd been bringing her to the brink a few times and then releasing and leaving her hanging and gasping, begging for relief. I was delighting in teasing her. It was something I always did with my conquests, the first time. It had to be memorable and it was a craft honed by many years of experience with many different women.

As she shuddered through her mini orgasm, I saw that her juices were flowing freely. She must have squirted although I'd already pulled away. But that was a good sign. Maybe she would be able to take me after all.

I lifted her upper body off the desk where she had semi collapsed. I needed to see her large breasts dangling below her as I fucked her. It always turned me on to see them swinging backwards and forwards with every thrust. And I really wanted to see Hannah's massive tits move!

I stood between her legs offering my cock up to her wet slit. She looked back towards me. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her slate blue eyes were open wide and gleaming with lust.

"Please ... be gentle John ... you're much bigger than I'm used to ..." she breathed huskily.

I smiled in reply as I pushed forward and eased my head against her pussy lips. She let out a long groan.

"I'm not in yet Hannah," I said.

"I know ..." she panted, "it's just that I've waited so long for this moment and I've wanted you for so long ... I just never thought I would get to feel your cock going inside me ... oooohhhh ... fuuucckkk ..."

As she spoke I'd pushed a bit harder and this time my head breached her pussy lips. They reluctantly parted as I eased my cock inside and paused.

"Oohhmmyygoddd ..." she gasped, "oooohhhh ... I never knew it could feel like this." She looked back over her shoulder at me with a mixture of pain and pleasure etched all over her face. Her mouth was open forming a perfect circle before she gritted her teeth as I pushed a bit more meat inside her tight cunt. And god, was she tight. I was struggling to force it into her without splitting her wide open. I knew I would have to take it really slow and easy.

Her head dropped to the desk. Her eyes were closed tightly. She was panting almost uncontrollably now. "Do you want me to stop," I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin her.

"God no, no, it'll be alright ..." she gasped. She wiggled her ass at me. "It's getting easier."

"Okay, if you're sure ..." I eased a bit more inside her. She started to play with her clit. I thought that was a good idea. It would certainly help her. I reached down and took hold of one of her massive swinging breasts and found her nipple. I squeezed it between my finger and thumb and she yelped. But I felt it harden and grow, so I knew I was on to a winner. I eased more of my cock inside her and suddenly I was in.

Hannah was stuffed full of my cock. I held that pose for a minute or so, to savour the moment. I could feel her clenching and releasing as her pussy adapted to the invasion. Hannah's breathing was ragged now as she moaned and twitched on the end of my cock, which was firmly embedded inside her extremely tight pussy.

I pulled back and then slid forward again. She sighed and groaned. I did it again and she moaned and groaned and so did I. It began to feel easier as I did it again and again, getting quicker and then faster with every thrust as I began to pound into her with an increasing fury. Fuck Hayley I thought. Who needs her when I've got Hannah. At that thought, I pummelled her cunt even harder.

Hannah shrieked loudly as she came to her first cock induced orgasm with me. She writhed about on top of the desk as her climax swept through her body and she shouted obscenities that I hadn't heard from a woman in a long time.

I grabbed hold of her hips and just enjoyed the ride. I was finally getting my release and if it wasn't with Hayley, so be it because now it didn't matter.

I hammered away as Hannah had anther orgasm, this one stronger than the last. I left her hips to focus once more on her large tits, which were hanging pendulously below her body, inviting me to take hold of them. As I squeezed and fondled her massive orbs and played with her nipples, she came again.

Hannah was completely gone as she slammed her hips back to meet my powerful thrusts forward. 

"Fuck me daddy ... fuck me good ... fuck that's so good ... fuck me daddy ... I'm cuuuuummmming ..." she was still screaming and shouting as she came again.

I didn't mind her calling me daddy whilst we engaged in mind blowing sex. If her fantasy was to be fucked by her father then who was I to deny her that pleasure and if that's what got her off then so be it. Whatever floats your boat I suppose.

And there was no denying it, the sex was spectacular. It wasn't that she was better than Hayley because she wasn't. But she wasn't any worse either. It was just different.

I managed to get one final orgasm from her before I could hold back no longer. I felt that familiar feeling. The tightening in the balls, the stiffening of the shaft, the precursors to the final act. The explosion of cum.

I came. I unloaded my gunge into Hannah's tight pussy, string after string pulsing from my throbbing cock, sending my white sticky cum deep inside her fertile pussy. She groaned and moaned and gasped at the intensity of my climax. I have to admit it, I was pretty impressed too.

I pulled out and watched as some of my gunge followed, to slowly ooze down towards her legs. Hannah collapsed over my desk, her huge boobs spreading across the surface. God she looked so cute I just wanted to fuck her again.

I helped her to stand upright but she just leant against me, her breasts pushing against my bare chest. I could feel her nipples were still rock hard as they brushed across my flesh.

"Are you okay," I said.

"Oh yes ... thank you ..." she breathed huskily. "I've wanted that for so long ... for you to fuck me I mean..." She was smiling and had that far away look in her eyes. I'd obviously done a good job judging by that reaction I thought smugly. Yes I was back to my old arrogant self. I'd lost that momentarily during my relationship with Hayley. But seeing as how that was now over ...

My anger came rushing back. Fuck Hayley!

"Come on, let's get out of here," I said. "Get yourself dressed and I'll take you out for a late breakfast."

"Okay ..." Hannah smiled. She had that just fucked look I love to see in a woman after I've just done the deed. And what's more I knew she wanted me again. And the lucky girl was going to get her wish fulfilled. Many, many times. Fuck Hayley. The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen. 

In the end we both ordered a continental breakfast each. I don't know why we bothered because mainly we just moved the food around on our plates, snacking on the occasional morsel. We couldn't wait to get fucking again.

We were back at my apartment within the hour and inside and in bed in two minutes.

I laid her on her back and went down on her. I spread her legs wide and assaulted her pussy with my mouth and tongue. It didn't matter to me that I was tasting my own cum intermingled with her copious juices. 

I played with her large breasts as I fucked her rigid, staying in the missionary position for a long time, mixing it up and altering the angle of entry every now and again. It certainly caused Hannah a lot of different pleasures judging by her very vocal appreciation of the variations I employed.

I had her cum four times before I emptied my balls into her ravaged pussy once again. After recovering, which took her ten minutes or so, she clambered off the bed to go to the bathroom. She seemed to be gone a long time. And she still wasn't back when my phone rang.

I leaned over and picked it up.

"Hi John, it's me." Hayley's voice came flooding down the phone taking me by surprise.

"Hayley?" I was gob-smacked. She was the last person I expected to call me. And why had she called me at home? I should be at work. And she should know that.

"I take it Hannah is there with you?" 

I coloured up and swallowed hard. My first thought was how did she know that. My second thought was that she sounded really angry and straight away that pissed me off. Who the hell did she think she was ...

"It's okay if she is ... I don't mind," Hayley said, "It's not as if I didn't plan the whole thing anyway!"

"I'm sorry ... what did you just say?" I was beginning to wonder what this was all about.

"I said, it's not as if I didn't plan the ..."

"Yes ...yes ... I know that bit," I interrupted, "I mean the other bit. You're okay if I'm here with Hannah ... why?"

Hayley began speaking to me but I lost concentration when I saw Hannah returning from the bathroom. She was smiling broadly at me as I watched mesmerised as she strutted across the floor towards the bed, totally at ease with her nakedness, the roll of her hips and the wiggle of her pert ass and her large breasts swinging from side to side with her puffy nipples clearly visible. She was still wearing her stockings and suspenders and her 5" stiletto heel shoes. God she looked magnificent and I felt my cock growing hard again.

"John ... John ... are you listening to me?" 

"Huh ... err ... yeah ... I'm here," I replied as I watched Hannah give me a cheeky grin as she slid under the bed covers and took my cock inside her perfect mouth.

"Oh fuuuck," I silently groaned, as Hannah worked my growing hardness further and further down inside her throat, whilst her hand kept massaging and working at my shaft and balls. She was good at this, very good.

"I said, I set you up with Hannah, John ... to make sure you were faithful to me whilst I'm stuck down here!"

"You what?" It didn't make any sense to me, what was she babbling on about?

"I love you John but I also knew that you wouldn't be able to cope with not having sex for six months, so I set you up with Hannah, to keep you occupied until I come home."

"You did what?" I was still struggling to understand her point. We men are remarkably dense at times. Why can't women just come out and say what's on their minds. We are not mind readers ladies!

"I ... set ... you ... up ... with ... Hannah," she repeated, pausing between each word as an adult would when trying to emphasise something to a child.

"But weren't you taking a risk ... what if I'd gone off with her ... what would you have done then? She's a very pretty girl, well woman really ... and she's one hell of a fuck ... but then again you already know that."

I could hear Hayley laughing down the other end of the phone. "She is that!" she replied, "but I wasn't unduly worried as I was keeping it in the family so to speak!"

She paused. I frowned and waited for her to continue. She didn't, so I spoke next.

"I'm sorry ... what do you mean ... keep it in the family?"

"Just that, John! I knew you would find it hard not to stray so I set you up with the one person you couldn't run off with and the one person who I knew from experience would keep you satisfied."

"And ...?" I waited.

I heard Hayley sigh. Down under the covers Hannah was making lewd slurping and sucking noises as she gagged on my cock. It was because I was thrusting violently into her mouth. I felt that familiar feeling as my balls tightened. I was close ... I was cumming ... cumming ...

"Do you remember our conversation about incest and how the thought of it sort of turned you on ..."

"Ungh ... yeah ..." I grunted. Hannah had just squeezed my balls.

"Hannah's your daughter!"

"Oh fuuucccckkkkk ..." I screamed as I came, my throbbing cock pulsing over and over as it unleashed a torrent of cum into my daughters throat.

I was a mess. I didn't know whether to pull free of Hannah's mouth, which did seem to have a firm hold of my cock or just allow her to continue.

Talk about being conflicted.

"John ... JOHN ..." I could hear Hayley screaming down the phone at me. I put it back up to my ear.

"Hello ..." I gasped as Hannah milked the last of the cum from my rapidly shrivelling cock.

"Did you hear what I said?" Hayley was shouting down the phone. I moved it away from my ear as Hannah surfaced from beneath the bedclothes.

She smiled at me and moved up until her face was level with mine.

"Hi Daddy," she said. I could smell my cum on her breath. She moved a little closer, her lips all but brushing against mine. I was frozen. Unable to move. Panic stricken but surprisingly full of lust. I gazed into her eyes and was lost. 

"Hannah or should it be Anna?" I said questioningly.

"I prefer Hannah. I never liked being called Anna. I changed my name by deed poll years ago." She smiled lovingly at me.

"But ... but why ... why have you come to me like this ... to let me fuck you. For christ's sakes I'm your father!"

"I don't know. I've never thought of you as my father. When I met up with Hayley she told me about you and her and I knew then that I wanted to be fucked by you too. I suppose I figured it was the only way to get back into your life."

"But it was me who abandoned you, all those years ago." I was beginning to tear up. "How can you forgive me?"

"No, that doesn't matter anymore daddy. I want to be back in your life but I now know for certain that I want you to MAKE love to me not just love me. I want to feel your hard cock inside me now and for always. I want you to fuck me. Can't you see that? I love you daddy!"

She kissed me. What could I do. I'm a man. We are very simple people. We love fucking. She kissed me again and then again, this time a little harder. I finally relented and kissed her back. She snuggled up into my arms and I wrapped them round her body and pulled her into my loving embrace. I tossed the phone away.

We moved down the bed and I positioned her to lay at my side. Flinging the bed covers off the bed I gazed down over the fully naked and exposed body of my baby. My heart was pounding inside my chest as I leant over and kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth and meeting with hers. My cock was already rock hard again.

We kissed and we kissed as my hands went to find her large breasts. She groaned constantly as I played with them, groping and cupping them over and over again, flicking my fingers over her puffy nipples time and time again until she was writhing and thrashing about trying to get me to put my cock back into her gash, parting her legs to give me an open invitation.

I duly obliged and she screamed when I entered her. Even though she was slick with her juices and from my cum, she was still as tight as a drum. I didn't much care. I was so overwhelmed by emotion that I just wanted to fuck her.

And fuck her I did. I hammered her cute little pussy, taking her hard in the missionary position before flipping her on all fours and screwing her even harder doggy style. Not content with that I had her straddle me and ride me cowboy. I sucked on her nipples and groped her tits as they dangled down in front of me before I finally finished off taking her doggy style again.

We lay together for a short while before I realised I could hear noises. I knew instantly what it was and started to scrabble about in the bed covers trying to find it.

I finally located the phone. "I've got to go." That was all I said. I could hear Hayley breathing hard at the other end. She had obviously heard everything and masturbated herself silly. I could hear her moaning as she came to her orgasm and as I went to hang up and throw the phone back down onto the bed I heard her gasp three words.




John Taylor - 5 Years Later



"John ... I'm pregnant!"

If she'd wanted to grab my attention to stop me hanging up the phone then she'd made an excellent choice.

"WHAT!" I shouted as I quickly returned the phone to my ear. "YOU'RE FUCKING PREGNANT?"

Hannah looked shocked at my outburst as I yelled down the phone at Hayley.

"YOU BITCH," I screamed, "YOU DIDN'T WASTE MUCH TIME WITH BRUCE DID YOU!"

"John ... John ... calm down, there isn't anyone else," Hayley was sobbing on the other end of the phone. But I then realised she was sobbing with laughter not tears.

"John ... you don't realise ..." She convulsed into peals of laughter again. God I love to hear her laugh. I glanced over at Hannah. She was laughing too. Her laugh was as sexy as Hayley's.

"Hang on ... so who the fuck's Bruce then?" I really am stupid. It must be because of all the fucking I'd been doing. It had addled my brain and I couldn't think straight.

"There is no Bruce. I made him up to make you jealous, to make you get on with fucking Hannah. I was amazed when she rang me to say you'd bottled out of fucking her earlier. It was something I didn't anticipate. So I had to make you angry with me. I figured if I did that you would use Hannah as a revenge fuck."

"But why Bruce?" I was totally bemused now by the whole sorry mess.

"Monty Python of course! It was the first Australian sounding name I could come up with. And I thought I'd blown it when I blurted the name out. I was sure you'd suss out that I was lying to you, that you would see through my charade."

"But ... but ..." I didn't know what else to say.

"I'm sorry John ... I'm sorry that I deceived you ... can you forgive me?"

"Of course I can," I replied. I was just happy that she hadn't met anyone else. "So ... are you really pregnant then?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. I waited with bated breath.

"Actually, yes I am. I had it confirmed today and John ... obviously it's yours ..."

I was no longer listening. 

I'd just passed out.



John Taylor



We met at the door and whilst Hayley went to claim a table, I ordered the drinks. 

"There you go," I said as I placed the tray down in front of her. "One large cappuccino. I got you some of those wafer biscuits you like to go with it." We'd been here a time or two before. 

"Oh thanks, I love those," she replied. She'd removed her coat and draped it over the back of her chair. She was smartly dressed in black trousers and a figure hugging sweater top that showed a tantalising amount of cleavage. Her blonde hair shone and her blue eyes sparkled. She looked sensational. I took a discreet look at her chest before lifting my eyes to look into her face. It wore a worried frown. She was clearly troubled.

She lifted the coffee cup to her lips, using both hands, her elbows resting on the table. It was then I noticed how large her hands were. And her fingers. I don't know why I'd never noticed before but somehow it just seemed right for her.

"So what did you want to see me about," I asked.

She stared off into space before dragging her eyes back to me.

"Matt's told me he doesn't want me to see you anymore. He says it's not right." I made as if to speak but she held up a hand to stop me before she continued.

"I've explained that you are helping me, giving me advice to help me in my job, to better myself but he's not interested. He wants nothing to do with you ever again and he expects me, as his wife, should do the same."

I leaned forward in my seat. "What do you want though Hayley?"

"It's not about me, it's about Matt," she replied.

"No it's not," I said quietly. She looked at me quizzically. "It's all about you," I continued. "This is the twenty first century Hayley and you're not one of your husband's chattels. He can't order you to do as he wishes. You have a say in the matter. It's got to be your choice. Your decision.

She fussed around with the biscuit wrapper, finally getting it open. She offered me a wafer, which I took. I'd grown to like them too although it always seemed to stick to the roof of my mouth.

"I suppose," was her considered response.

"Look Hayley, I can help you if you want me to. But if Matt wants you to stop seeing me then maybe you should. For the sake of your marriage. I don't want to cause you any problems in that department."

She sighed, deeply. "Problems...if only you knew..." Her head fell forward, her hair falling down over her face.

My interest was immediately piqued. I wanted to flat out ask her but knew that this would probably spook her. Better for her to tell me in her own good time. I sat patiently as I watched her struggle with her inner turmoil.

She swept her hair back as she lifted her head to look me in the face. She'd obviously come to a decision. I could see the hurt and pain in her eyes.

"We've been having problems."

Four little words. She uttered the four little words that I wanted to hear. My heart soared but I kept quiet.

She looked down nervously and then back up again. I nodded imperceptibly, giving my encouragement for her to continue.

"I love Matt." She looked pointedly at me as if to prove it.

"I'm sure you do," I replied. I now knew for definite what the problem was.

"It's just...it's just that things...things seem to have altered." She looked helplessly at me as if pleading with me to make the problem go away.

I decided to take a firm line. I hoped I was making the correct choice. Only time would tell.

"Hayley, I can't help you if you don't tell me. I'm not a mind reader. You're going to have to spit it out."

I cringed inwardly. I hoped I hadn't blown it with the last bit. It seemed in retrospect to be a trifle harsh.

She glanced helplessly around her before she finally capitulated and let it all pour out.

She told me how she'd met Matt at college. How she'd resisted going out with him for such a long time before his persistence wore her down. She didn't think they were compatible as she was such an extrovert whilst Matt seemed the exact opposite. But over time she found he wasn't so bad after all and having dated throughout the rest of their college days decided to marry after graduation. Unfortunately that plan had been put back a couple of years. There had been a period when they very nearly split up but overall everything had seemed to be fine. Was fine.

This was pretty standard stuff. I sensed there were other issues at play here.

"Okay," I said, "but what's really getting you down? What is it you're not telling me."

She blushed. I found it extremely endearing. However it was clear I was going to have to pry the information out of her. As I said, I already knew what the problem was but needed her to tell me in her own words.

I breathed in. In for a penny, in for a pound. "Okay Hayley, tell me about your sex life before marriage and your lack of it now!"

The look on her face was priceless. She went beetroot red and her mouth dropped open. But she didn't deny it.

"How did you..." she blustered, "why...why do you think..."

"Because I know..." I interrupted. "So tell me."

It took her a minute or two to summon up the nerve to confess her secrets.

"Before we married we had sex; a lot." I nodded sagely. Nothing unusual in that.

"But after...well it tailed off very quickly. Matt was always too busy or too tired or too drunk or too...whatever. There was always an excuse for not doing it."

She took a deep breath and exhaled. It was more a sigh of resignation and disappointment.

"I like sex." She blushed again. "I like the intimacy and miss not having it. Okay it doesn't have to be every day; once a week would do but he can't even manage that. We haven't done it for months now and it's getting me down; really down."

I leaned forward and took her hands in mine. Gave them a gentle squeeze and looked into her eyes.

"Let me tell you why I divorced Matt's mother Judy. Matt may have told you I was a complete bastard and he'd be right. I was. But my problem was that Judy, after we got married and had the kids, lost all interest in sex. I like sex and responded the way most men do when faced with this situation. I went looking for it elsewhere."

I paused to see what effect my words were having on Hayley. She didn't seem unduly shocked, more enthralled if anything, so I carried on.

"My problem was, I found it. All the sex I could handle, any place, any time. Judy of course eventually discovered what I was up to and you pretty well know the rest."

I went in for the kill.

"I always thought Matt was a bit of a mummy's boy but from what you've just told me it appears he may have inherited her libido, or more to the point, her lack of it."

There was now a look of total dismay on the gorgeous face of Hayley. She looked vulnerable and I wanted to take her my arms and give her a big hug. Oh, and other things as well.

"So what can I do?" 

Now if I was a nice guy I'd have told her to go out and buy some sexy lingerie and try and seduce him into having sex with her. Or sit down with him and have a heart to heart to explain her feelings.

But I'm not. 

"Well as I see it you've got probably three options. One, you put up with the situation as it is now and hope he eventually comes round. Two, buy some sex toys to make up for the lack of penetrative sex. Or three, have an affair or take a lover!"

Her eyes opened wide. "I can't do that," she almost shrieked. 

"Why not?" I sat back, folded my arms and waited. I was amazed as she appeared to be mulling over the options in her head.

"No, I can't..." she finally said, "...can I?"

It was my turn for my eyes to pop open wide. My god...she WAS considering it.

"But I wouldn't know what to do or how to go about it without being caught." She seemed lost in thought again.

I was beginning to get excited about where this was leading and decided to risk it. If it came off I was possibly home free.

"What about work. Is there anyone there that you could see yourself with?"

"Oh god no," she replied with disdain, "absolutely not."

Here we go...

"So; what about me." I said it softly, letting my words filter slowly into her head.

"Mmmm...What...NO!" Jeez...you're Matt's dad. I just couldn't. It wouldn't be right."

"Why not?"

"Like I said...you're Matt's dad...it just..." her voice trailed off.

I leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee. I slid it up her thigh, just a little bit. Not too far. Not yet. I gave a little squeeze.

"Firstly, I haven't been a father to Matt for a long time so that doesn't even enter into the equation. I left years ago and have had no input into his development from a boy to a man. I'm a stranger to him. I'm just an older man that you've just met. If you think about it, this could be your ideal solution. I've no strings attached. I'm not looking to get married again. We already know each other, we have similar interests and we get on well and I'm not bad looking or so I've been told." I smiled at the last bit hoping my expression would win her over.

"And remember, I like sex as well." I finished that line off with a big cheesy grin.

There was a lot for her to take in so I left her to ponder on her decision whilst I went and got us two more coffees. I probably should have left but I really wanted to fuck her. Right now even. If I could.

I returned to the table to receive the shock. She gave it to me as soon as I sat down.

"Okay, if I agree to this, you're not gong to brag about it to all and sundry are you?"

Oh joy of joys. My stomach flipped over several times and my cock damn near exploded in my trousers.

"Of course not Hayley," I managed to say in a fairly normal voice. "It will be our secret."

"So when do we...do it?" She was extremely nervous. I could see that. I needed to strike before she had any doubts or second thoughts.

"Are you free tonight?" I suggested. Strike while the iron is hot was my thinking.

She gave me that thoughtful look. "Matt's working away for a few days, so..."

I jumped straight in. "Tonight it is then. I'll book a table at Mario's Ristorante for eight."

She took a deep breath and then stood up. "Okay then. Eight o'clock...right. I'll meet you there?"

I nodded. Best that her neighbours didn't see me picking her up.

We parted outside the coffee shop, Hayley giving me a brief goodbye kiss on the cheek before she hurried away. I watched her retreating back until I could see her no longer.

* * *

I was sat at the bar nursing my drink when she entered. Her coat was taken and she smiled nervously as she saw me. She walked over. I was in seventh heaven. Firstly because she had turned up. I hadn't been one hundred per cent sure she would. And secondly because she looked absolutely sensational.

Her hair shone like earlier but her makeup tonight was flawless, accentuating her stunning deep blue eyes and her lush red lips. My cock was already standing to attention almost to the point of embarrassing me. I took a quick look round and could see most men in the restaurant were craning their heads to get a look at her but she only had eyes for me.

I can't say I blame the other men. She was dressed in yet another figure hugging dress, this one a black cocktail dress, low enough at the front to see quite a bit of cleavage and short enough to expose more than half of her superb thighs. Her heels were what I think women refer to as killer heels. They must have been at least 5" high. Hayley is already a tall lady but was now an almost perfect height to match my six foot plus.

I stood as she approached, taking her hands in mine and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Glad you made it," I said, "what would you like to drink."

"I nearly didn't," she replied, "I'll have whatever it is you're drinking but you'd best make it a double." She laughed nervously. I could sense she was trembling.

So was I but for a different reason. I wasn't sure if I could wait until after the meal.

We were escorted to our table and ordered. The food when it came was truly wonderful and I wish I could say I enjoyed it. But I just picked at mine and so did Hayley. Our nerves were clearly getting the better of us. We did however manage to polish off a bottle of very good Italian red wine, which helped.

As we drank, Hayley became more relaxed. She was almost back to her normal flirty self. Because of this I too relaxed and could breathe a little easier. It was going okay but we were fast approaching crunch time.

The waiter brought the bill. It was time. I looked across at Hayley.

"Are you ready to go," I asked. I held my breath.

"I think so," she replied with a weak smile. 

She stood up. "I can't believe we're going to do this."

You and me both I thought. I stood and moved round the table to join her.

"Come on then; before I change my mind." She turned quickly and walked out in front of me. I took in the view of her sexy hips swaying as she walked, together with her voluptuous ass and her long shapely legs and those high heels. I was in heaven.

I was still finding it hard to believe she was going to go ahead with this. She must really be desperate for sex if she was this willing. Matt, my boy, what are you thinking about; how could you deny this lovely creature anything!

The drive to my apartment flashed by in a nanosecond and we were soon standing uncomfortably together, face to face in the living room.

"Do you fancy a drink?" I asked politely.

"No I'm fine," Hayley replied.

"Okay, let me take your coat." She handed it to me and I put it away in the cloakroom.

I returned to stand before her taking my time to drink in how she looked.

As I have said before she was no classical beauty but she oozed sex appeal from every pore. Her tight fitting dress seemed moulded to her shape. Big of breast, big of hip and big of ass, she definitely had an hourglass shape but it all seemed to come together nicely. Her shapely legs were spectacular and were enhanced by her high heel shoes. She was perfect.

I closed the gap and she smiled nervously. I held her eyes with mine as I reached up to run my fingers down through her hair, which cascaded over her shoulders to just brush against the top of her tantalising cleavage. 

She licked her lips. I could sense her nerves were at breaking point. I reached the end of her hair and my fingers just slipped lower until I touched the swell of her right breast. She gave a little gasp.

I wrapped my right arm round her waist and pulled her to my body until she was just touching. I leaned forward to give her a soft kiss on her full lips. She met mine with equal timidness. Our first kiss. I pulled back. I was in no rush. 

I smiled and she smiled nervously back.

"Okay?" I paused, giving her the chance to change her mind. I certainly didn't want her to feel as if I had forced her into this.

"Yes," she replied.

I leaned forward again. I saw her eyes close as she offered her lips to me. My kiss this time was more passionate and lasted longer. She responded with the same amount of passion as me.

We broke simultaneously but rejoined immediately. I felt her lips part as her breathing began to labour and I took the opportunity to push my tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue engaged with mine and they danced together as our combined passion grew.

My hands wandered. They roamed unfettered around the swell and shape of her large breasts. As our kissing intensified so my fondling became more urgent. I began to press my fingers into her flesh, groping, massaging, revelling in the shape and size of her heavy yet soft breasts.

Hayley seemed to like this as she kissed me harder, mashing her lips against mine and pushing her tongue deeper inside my mouth. Her arms closed tighter round my neck.

Moving down I placed a hand on each ass cheek, pulling her firmly into my growing bulge, grinding her into me as I fondled and groped her magnificent ass.

She seemed to like this a lot as she groaned into my mouth and moved her hips to match my grinding action. My cock was growing. I needed to release it soon or I was going to embarrass myself.

Our combined urgency now descended into a frenetic race to strip our clothes off as quickly as possible. I pulled her dress down after locating the zip. It pooled round her ankles. I looked down. It was my turn to gasp.

The little minx was wearing stockings and suspenders. God I wanted her so badly now. Her bra was gone instantly. Her breasts sagged a trifle and I didn't care. She was everything I wanted and more. And what I wanted now, more than anything, was to fuck her.

As my hands returned to grope her breasts, her hands tugged at my belt. Once released she undid my trousers and pushed them down to my knees. I wiggled my legs trying to get them to fall down on their own. Of course they didn't. That only happens in old comedy movies.

I saw her look down at my briefs, which were bulging and showing the unmistakable signs of my arousal. Grabbing the waistband, she pulled it away from my body and slid her other hand inside. She came out with my prize possession.

She let go to pull my briefs lower and as she did the thing sprang rigidly to attention, pleased to be set free.

Hayley gasped as the thing hit her on the hand. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.

I never get tired of that look. The look a woman gives when she first claps eyes on my manhood.

"Fucking hell..." she breathed. I realised it was the first time I had ever heard her swear and it really turned me on.

She took hold of it with one hand before wrapping her other hand round as well. Even though she had large hands she couldn't cover the full length of my shaft.

"Fucking hell..." she gasped. "I can feel it...it's...it's...throbbing!" She flashed me a look before dragging her eyes back to my cock.

She tugged at it. It seemed to expand as she did.

"Oh my...oh my...it's getting bigger..." she gasped again, "I can feel it...growing..." Her voice trailed off.

I managed to slide my trousers down to my feet before stepping out of them.

I guided Hayley towards the bedroom. She stumbled backwards still holding onto my cock, pulling me along. "So big...so big...so big..." she mumbled. She seemed to be in shock.

I backed her up until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She collapsed backwards nearly pulling me with her as she still had a firm hold of my cock.

I leaned over her, my face just above hers, my arms either side of her body. I leant down and kissed her again. A deep passionate kiss, tongues firmly embedded in each others mouths. I could feel her begin to slide her hands up and down my shaft. She groaned and so did I.

Supporting myself on one arm I moved a hand towards her pussy. Her legs opened wide as I approached. She certainly was making this very easy for me.

My fingers slipped into the vee at the top of her thighs and touched her mound for the first time.

"Ooooohhhh.." she let loose a long mournful moan.

To say she was wet would be a classic understatement. It was a flood. Her juices were flowing everywhere, her thong having long ago given up the battle of helping staunch the flow.

I stood up and pulled them off. I looked down on her pussy. It was shaved and I was glad. I could clearly see her pussy lips, all puffed up, swollen with lust. I considered going down on her right then but decided that could come later. She was wet enough, even for my cock and I desperately wanted to get it inside her as soon as possible. It had been a while since I'd had sex too and I wasn't sure how long I could last, especially the first time with her. I was pretty sure she would be wild.

I leaned over her again. She still had hold of my cock, pulling on it for all she was worth. As I dropped lower she guided it towards her welcoming love hole.

She rubbed it over her lips, making it slick with her juices. I moved forward and eased the head inside. She let out a loud gasp. She might have been a bit on the big side everywhere else but her pussy was as small and as tight as a drum.




John Taylor



I held still as her pussy lips settled down, finally accepting the invasion.

Hayley was laid flat out on the bed, her legs held wide open. Her eyes were scrunched up tightly and she seemed to be gritting her teeth.

I moved forward. Slid a couple of inches further in.

"Oh...oh...oh..." Hayley squeaked. Her hands grasped hold of my arms as she dug her fingers deep into my flesh.

Oh no...oh no...oh...god..." she muttered as I gave her some more.

I paused. She was breathing heavily now. So far so good. She was so slick it was making it fairly easy, small pussy or not. Five inches in. Only five more to go.

Hayley surprised me as she sat up on her elbows. She looked at me.

"Fuck...I've never felt like this before. Are you in? You're so thick, I wasn't sure if I could take you."

I smiled back. "You are so beautiful," I said to her and smiled again. She smiled back.

I thrust forward once more, catching her by surprise.

"Oohhmmyygoddd..." She fell back and screamed as I pushed home the remaining few inches.

We had sex. We didn't make love. I just pounded into her while she bucked and writhed about, impaled on my cock. She screamed like a banshee in between the shouting and the swearing. Such profanity! She certainly went wild and the bad language that poured out of her mouth and which was so out of character, just spurred me on to greater efforts.

I could feel my balls churning. I was going to cum anytime now. I wasn't going to last much longer. A bit more relentless pounding and Hayley screamed as her orgasm swamped her body. That did it for me too. As I began to pulse I quickly pulled out and let it spurt all over her chest. I didn't want my spunk all over her pussy for what I had in mind for later.

Hayley lay quivering below me. As she came down from her peak she lazily moved my creamy liquid in circles round her breasts with her fingers.

"God that was intense," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I can't believe we've just done that."

I leaned forward and we kissed. A slow kiss, just playing with each others lips. I stood up.

"No regrets then?"

She shook her head.

"I'll go get us a drink." As I walked out of the bedroom I saw Hayley scoot off the bed and dash into the bathroom. I could hear her pee. It sounded like a waterfall.

When she came back out she had washed my gunk off her body. She smiled as she saw me holding out a drink for her.

"Okay?" I enquired.

"Oh yeah!" was her enthusiastic reply. "Can we do it again?"

And there was me thinking that she might be racked with guilt. I smiled. "Sure but you're going to have to give me a minute or two."

It was her turn to smile. "Oh...I see." She acted as if she was disappointed.

"Get back on here." I patted the bed. She climbed on.

"Lay down," I commanded and she complied. "I'll give you something to occupy yourself with while we wait," I said as I lowered myself onto the bed and slid down.

I opened up her legs and moved between her thighs. I noticed she had retained her stockings and suspenders and her high heels. Wonderful! Every fantasy fulfilled.

I casually ran my hands along her thighs, softly caressing the flesh above her stocking tops. As I drew closer to her mound I sensed her body stiffen. I blew across her wet pussy lips. She shivered as a little gasp escaped her lips.

Her ass moved in anticipation, so I teased her by waiting. She pushed her body lower towards me, so I backed off an inch or two.

My hands met at the top of her thighs and I slid one either side of her pussy and moved them off towards her hips. Her ass moved again.

"Please...don't tease me...it's been so long since anyone...did..." Her voice trailed away as she gripped hold of my head and pushed her fingers through my hair.

I moved nearer. The smell of her sex was intoxicating. All musky and juicy, her pussy lips appeared to be quivering as I edged closer. I made contact.

"Oooohhhh..." She moaned as I licked her outer lips teasing them wider apart with my fingers. I pulled my head back to savour the moment. Her inner pussy beckoned, all pink and wet. I thrust my tongue inside her slickness.

"Oh my...oohh..." Hayley twitched, trying to push her mound further against my insistent tongue, which was now flicking in and out of her pussy, juicing her up even more. 

As I buried my tongue inside her as deep as it would go my hands moved languidly up her body to reach for her large and succulent breasts. My fingers brushed against rock hard nipples. She flinched. Not wanting to appear rude I grasped hold and pinched them fiercely between finger and thumb.

Hayley screamed with painful delight, her hips bucking wildly. God she was sexy as hell when aroused. 

Just what is wrong with you Matt. The unbidden thought flashed across my mind again. You really are a moron for neglecting your wife this way. 

Still, his loss was my gain. Told you I was not a nice guy; or a good father!

Hayley was now writhing so much I was finding it difficult to stay attached to her pussy with my mouth. Reluctantly dragging my hands away from her large breasts I moved my fingers back down to concentrate solely on the job in hand.

Raising myself slightly allowed me to insert a finger through her outer lips to push deep inside. Her pussy let me in before clamping down to squeeze it tight. I withdrew and pushed back again, picking up the pace.

My other hand returned to her breasts, taking it in turns to massage and fondle them but never forgetting to tease at her nipples, feeling them grow harder and bigger by the second.

Feeling the time was right, I slipped a second finger into her pussy. Hayley gasped and groaned with delight. But it wasn't going to stay in there for long. Oh no, I had another place in mind for that digit.

Her juices were flowing freely now. I lay down next to her and pulled her onto her side. She draped one exquisite thigh over my legs, giving me the perfect angle with which to shove my lubed up second digit into her anal passage.

It was bliss. Sheer perfection. I struggled to breach her puckered little hole. She moaned into my mouth as I kissed her into oblivion. As I managed to sink one knuckle deep inside I heard her groan through gritted teeth. I looked into her face. Her eyes were closed but I could see rapid eye movement. Her hips flicked sideways as I pushed deeper inside before beginning to slide in and out, in and out.

My hand on her breast became more urgent. Groping and cupping her breasts together as best I could. I sat up more, pushing her back down and proceeded to drive my fingers into her ass and pussy.

She was beginning to thrash about on top of the bed and I was struggling to contain her movements. My cock by now was fully erect and rock hard and dribbling large amounts of pre cum down onto my thighs.

"Oh shit...oooohhhh...god..." Hayley came with a scream and a shout as she pushed down hard against my hand and forced my thumb up into her throbbing, protruding clit. I had meant to tease her a bit longer before touching it but she'd soon put a end to that!

Her whole body quivered and shook as her orgasm ripped through her. I for my part kept my fingers busy right up until she could take no more and cut me off by squeezing her shapely thighs together, so trapping my fingers and stopping my actions stone dead.

She lay back, her hair wet from her sweat, gasping for breath. I lay there mesmerised by the rise and fall of her chest, her heavy breasts moving with each gasp, her nipples still standing to attention, all puffy and erect and swollen.

She looked fantastic. I leaned down and kissed her. A slow kiss rich in passion and meaning.

God what was going on with me. Was I beginning to have feelings for my son's wife. Feelings far beyond that of just wanting to fuck her.

I shook my head. Come on Jonnie I chastised myself. Get a grip man. This was only about fucking a blonde haired desirable woman. A woman you'd fantasised about. I shook my head again. Time to get busy. 

I rolled on top of Hayley, forcing her legs apart.

"John...no...please...not yet..." she was almost pleading but not enough.

I nestled in between her luscious thighs running my hands up and down her stocking clad legs. I touched the clips on her suspender belt and then ran my fingers around her high heels. I felt so aroused by the symbolism that I almost burst.

My cock was as hard as I could remember and breached her pussy lips with ease. Yes it was still tight but she was so wet and lubricated and aroused that it found it's way in quite comfortably.

"Ohhhh...fuck..." Hayley grabbed hold of my forearms. It was like a death grip. I forced my way deeper inside her.

Oh my god...oh my..." she dug her fingernails into my flesh. No doubt it hurt me but I was oblivious to the pain. My cock was having a harder time of it right now as her pussy muscles clenched and tightened their grip on my 10" cock.

I drew back and pushed forward. Repeated the action. Slow at first then with a bit more pace and urgency. Each thrust eliciting a grunt from Hayley as my cock buried itself further and further inside her.

Finally I was as deep as I was going to be. I leaned down and we kissed again. My hands moved freely across her breasts, twisting at her hard nipples as I began to fuck her.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah..." Hayley began to get into it vocally. Her hips were forcing her pussy to meet my thrusts. She began to buck and writhe once more as I pounded into her for all I was worth. I wanted to fuck those soft feelings I had developed for her right out of my head.

I pushed her legs back towards her face, the slightly different angle giving Hayley a fresh perspective of what my cock could do to her insides.

"Oh god I'm cumminnnnng..." she screamed. That was a first. I'd never have thought she would be so descriptive about her orgasm.

How wrong was I!

"Harder...harder...fuck me Jonnie...make me yours..." She was groaning and screaming in my ear as she thrashed about even more.

"Fuck me...fuck me...harder...harder...yeah...oohhh..."

I of course obliged although I was now totally bemused by her screams.

"Oh god...oh god...fuck me...you're so big...fuck me with that monster ...promise me...you'll fuck me again...and again...I'm yours...I want you...only you...oh no...oh no...I'm cumminnnnng..." She shrieked one last time and exploded to her climax.

It was no good. I was so turned on by her reaction that I completely lost it. I exploded too, spraying her insides with copious amounts of my thick white fluid. My cock pulsed time and time again as I unloaded my gunk deep inside her ravaged pussy.

I collapsed on top of her and we lay together panting for breath for what seemed like an eternity.

Hayley eventually eased up the bed and propped herself up against the headboard. She looked down at me. She certainly had that just fucked look on her face.

She idly traced her fingers across my body, twisting my chest hairs between her fingers. I looked up at her and she smiled and then quickly leant down and kissed me softly on my lips. I melted. That was all it took. My resolve to treat her just like any other conquest was well and truly floored by that one act.

"You know I'm in love with you...don't you?"

Her words hit me like a ten ton truck. My brain was screaming at me. Time to get out Jonnie!

I nodded. "Yeah...I know. I love you too." I replied. 

I didn't really. Sure; I was in lust with her but love...noooo...

I suppose she felt the need to justify why she had cheated on her husband. To add substance to the event by giving it a deeper meaning. To assuage her guilt. If that was the case who was I to deny her. 

I moved up to prop myself next to her, half turning to gaze at her. I looked deep into her stunning eyes. My stomach flipped over. What the fuck...?

A deep knot of desire formed inside my gut. It was true. Maybe I did love her. I think. 

Shit!

She leaned over me with a great big sigh of contentment. She brought her hand to cup one side of my face and leaning across, kissed me.

I responded. Her hand slid down to take hold of my flaccid cock. She smiled at me wickedly as she slid down the bed and engulfed the large head with her mouth. I felt the blood begin to surge instantly.

"Ooohh..." I moaned and leaning back against the bed headboard closed my eyes. Hayley had magic in her fingers as she stroked up and down the shaft before taking it deeper inside her mouth. Her tongue swirled round and round the head as she sucked and slurped life into my cock.

As it continued to swell from her administrations I snuggled down and folded my arms behind my head. I was surprisingly contented for a man who had just fucked his son's wife.

I suppose I should have been mortified. This had the potential to rip my family apart if the affair was ever discovered. 

But I didn't give a flying fuck how they might feel about it. All I wanted was to continue fucking my blonde goddess.

Told you I was a selfish bastard!

My cock was throbbing fit to burst as Hayley sat up. She had an enormous grin on her face. She was definitely pleased with herself. It fleetingly crossed my mind as to where she had learnt to give such a good blow job because I was pretty sure it hadn't been with my son.

She straddled my thighs and lowered herself over my cock before guiding it into her pussy. As she sank lower we both groaned. She began to move, slowly at first, lifting herself up before dropping down.

Here we go again...

I wasn't certain where this relationship was heading but the one thing I did know; there was definitely going to be a lot of sex involved.