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The Allotment

By: lucy54



"I went to the allotment today, dear," Sarah revealed as her husband sat at the small dinner table.

Sarah sat opposite and started to eat her dinner with her husband Allen.

"Have the rabbits got to the vegetables yet?"

"No not yet the small fence you put up has kept them at bay for the time being. They've devastated several other plots thought," Sarah went on as she ate, "I had a go at weeding that plot we're resting when Derick made some very suggestive remarks to me."


"What did he say?" Allen asked curiously. He'd seen Derick eyeing up Sarah on several occasions while they worked the allotment.

"Well, he's been chatting me up for the past six weeks or more. Today, though he came on really strong and invited me into his shed where he wants to show me his special tool!"

Allen chuckled. "You sure he's not just playing around with you, I mean 'special tool' it's a bit corny."

Sarah smiled too, "Yeah I know. It's just that he came on really strong and wouldn't let it rest. He just kept coming back over to me on any pretext and asked over and over again."

"If he's pestering you I'll speak to him if you want?"

"No, I don't want to make a scene."

Allen continued to eat his meal and pondered on what his wife had said. For sometime, Allen had harboured the fantasy of his wife going with another man, which he'd shared with Sarah. He'd never thought it might be an older man that could achieve his dream. Derick was an old codger who worked his plot to give himself something to do in his retirement. When Allen and Sarah got the plot next to Derick's the old boy must have thought his luck had changed with a young good-looking woman next door.

"What are you going to do the next time he approaches you?" Dick asked as he finished his meal.

"Don't know, laugh it off like I've done up till now," Sarah said also finishing her meal, "It's obvious what sort of tool he wants to show me."

"Is it?" Allen asked with wry smile.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, he's got an above average cock."

Sarah looked shocked, "How on earth do you know that?"

"The other week I noticed Derick was taking a piss beside his hut and saw it. It definitely was above average."

"And that's where it going to stay - in his trousers. I'm thirty one years old; he must be going on seventy."

"So?"

"Look I know we've discussed this scenario with another man but I was expecting to be doing it with someone closer to our ages, not someone old enough to be my Granddad."

"Okay, as I've said we won't do anything until you're comfortable with it and not before."

"I'm flattered that he finds me attractive enough to flirt with me but that's as far as it's going to go."

Eight weeks later Allen came home from work early for a change and parked his car behind Sarah's car. On entering the house, he found Sarah sitting at the kitchen table drinking a coffee.

"Hi sweetie how've you been?" he asked as he put his case down and removed his jacket, "You been to the allotment today?"

"I'm fine, it's been a lovely day," she replied, got up and made Allen a coffee, "I went to the allotment this morning."

"I'll get changed and we can go back and do some more, what do you say?"

"Yes if you want, Derick's back!"

"Is he now?"

"Huh huh," Sarah placed Allen's coffee on the table and sat.

"I asked him where he'd been, he said he'd been in hospital for an operation on his back and he's okay now."

"Blimey is he ok to work on his allotment?" Allen asked concerned.

"Apparently, but he was more interested in knowing if I'd made up my mind to see his special tool."

"I see, what did you say?"

"Nothing really, I just said don't be silly and laughed it off telling him that I have my own special tool."

"That was nice what did he say to that?"

"Nothing, all the time I was there though he wouldn't leave me alone. He was becoming very persistent so I came home."

"Look, I don't mind having a few words with him if he's becoming a pest," Allen suggested seriously.

"No, it'll be okay I'm sure he'll get the message one day."

"Hmm, maybe you should call his bluff?"

"What go along with his suggestion?" She was clearly shocked a her husband's remark.

"I wouldn't be surprised to learn if you agreed to see his special tool he'd run the other way. Men are sometimes like that all mouth and no back bone."

"But what if he doesn't – it's a bit of a risk isn't it?"

"Maybe, if it starts to get out of hand then just walk away."

"That could be easier said than done," Sarah said concerned.

"Look it's probably a load of banter or flirtation so don't worry too much about it."

Sarah wasn't so sure; she gave her husband a weak smile and finished her coffee.

The day had been warm and Sarah was wearing shorts and a loose fitting top with no bra. She didn't have to wear a bra, as her tits were small and very firm.

As they arrived at the allotment, Allen noticed Derick was putting his tools away and preparing to go home. As soon as he spotted Sarah he came out of his little shed with a spade in his hand.

As they passed the old man to get to their plot the lecher didn't take his eyes off Sarah. Allen could see his eyes moving from her tits to her crotch and back again as he couldn't decide what to look at first her jiggling tits or the tightness of her shorts.

"How you doing, Derick you better now?" Allen asked as he came up to him.

"Yeah, quite good really," Derick replied.

"I expect the rest you got in Hospital made a lot of difference?"

"Did me the world of good, Allen I'm raring to go now, girding up me loins as they say."

Allen laughed, "So you're raring to go are you; real horny like?"

"Sure am, Allen I'm hornier now than I've ever been."

"You need to find yourself a woman to satisfy that horniness?"

Derick gave wry smile, "Well I'm working on that at the moment," he said as he unashamedly looked at Sarah.

Allen watched him and realised that he really was after his wife. He could see the lust in his eyes as he watched Sarah's arse while she bent over putting some tools on the ground.

"Well I suppose I'd better get on," Allen said bringing Derick's mind back to reality.

"You've got a fine woman there, Allen."

"Thanks, Derick I think she's a real stunner."

"That's for sure," Derick agreed still watching Sarah.

"So who's this woman you're working on then?" Derick asked.

"Oh, she's a stunner as well, but she's so far refused to play."

"Why's that then, Derick a strapping mature man like your self shouldn't have difficulties in getting a good woman."

Yeah right," he replied flippantly, "Woman of my age are only after someone to sit and watch TV with and reminisce. The young ones only want you for your money and the ones in-between don't even look at you; they're either too busy looking after the kids or are so neurotic about keeping up with the fashion that they don't even have the inclination to even look at an old codger like me."

"There's plenty of fish out there, Derick you just haven't found it yet."

"Hmm," he replied as he looked at Allen then back at Sarah. She was still sorting out the tools we'd bought with us.

"Well I've got work to do, see you later."

Derick grunted.

Allen joined Sarah and they set about the tasks in hand. Allen kept his eye on Derick as time ticked away and he was doing very little with the spade in his hand. He could see the old man was openly staring at Sarah and when she bent that bit further to pull out a stubborn weed, her top fell forward revealing a lot of tit. Derick's eyes would nearly pop out of his head.

Allen then glanced over at Derick's tomatoes and called to him, "Hey, Derick your tom's look a bit droopy don't they need a drink?"

The old man looked at his plants and called back, "You're right, Allen I'd better go down to the standpipe and get some water."

Without further ado, he picked up two watering cans and headed for the standpipe at the southern end of the allotment.

"Sarah how about I leave you alone to see what happens?" Allen suggested.

"I don't know, Allen I'm not sure I want to do it."

Allen ignored her hesitancy, "How about I leave, drive up the road a bit and then walk back and come in from the other entrance Derick won't see me I'll be shielded by the huts over there. I'll be able to sneak back and keep an eye on things."

"Honestly, I don't know, Allen. I wasn't expecting it to happen like this."

"Come on we have to be quick he'll be back soon!"

Sarah looked at her husband anxiety written all over her face. Allen kept looking down the allotment for Derick and then back at Sarah. They were silent as he allowed his wife a few moments to think it over.

"He's coming," said Allen looking at his wife.

Sarah just nodded her head and went back to weeding.

Derick was back and watering his Tomatoes. After allowing a couple of minutes to pass Allen spoke in a voice loud enough for Derick to hear, "I've got to pop home, sweetheart forgot a couple of things."

Allen leaves the plot and walks hastily to the car. He saw the old man watch him drive away, he drove out of sight and parked up. He doubled back on foot and entered the allotment where he said he would. The sheds on this side of the allotment hid him from Derick's view. He was now just seconds away from watching Sarah take up Derick's offer of seeing his 'special tool'.

He was about to move closer to Derick's hut when a voice called to him, "Hello there, Allen how are you?"

Allen spun round thinking he'd been discovered. Instead, he found fellow gardener, Jack Chapman whom he hadn't seen for over a week.

"Hi, Jack."

"Where you been lately young man?"

"No where just work and that."

"You know that Birch Sap wine I was brewing?" Jack whispered as if it were a state secret.

"Yeah," Allen replied wanting to move on to Derick's hut.

"Well it's ready for tasting, thought you'd like to be the first." He offered with a sly smile.

"Couldn't it wait . . .?"

"Come on, come in to me shed, lad I've got a couple of glasses already for us."

"But . . ."

"No buts, now lad lets get drinking." 

Allen reluctantly followed Jack into his shed. Jack had always been a good friend to Allen so he thought he'd just try his wine and then get the hell out of there. Jack, at eighty-four can be extremely persuasive and knowledgeable and yet after ten minutes or so can be completely boring his only topic of conversation being home brewing and carrots.

Jack passed the glass of wine to Allen, "This is me Birch Sap wine; it'll warm the cockles of your heart, Allen," he said with huge grin.

Allen had tasted Jack's wine in the past and had to show he liked it when it was total crap. On this occasion, the liquor went down just as Jack said it would with a mild explosion of warmth when it hit bottom.

"Hey, Jack now that's not bad. Hmm that was nice do you mind if I just pop over and see Sarah to let her know where I am."

"Sure, lad you go ahead I'll have another glass ready for y' when you get back."

"That'll be good, Jack why don't you save me a couple of bottles and I'll take them home with me."

"You mean that, son you're not just saying that are y'?"

"No, no course not, Jack you bring me a couple of bottles and I'll pick them up tomorrow night."

"Alright then tomorrow night," Jack agreed happily

"Well I've got to see Sarah I'm already late." Allen went to leave the old man's hut.

"Allen me lad . . .?" Jack's voice was soft and wanting.

Allen turned, "What's up old man?"

"Thanks lad, thanks for giving me the time of day. Your dad would be proud of y'."

Allen smiled and quickly left the shed. In double quick time, he rushed back to his car and drove it back to the allotment. Rushing down the narrow grass path, he headed towards Derick's hut. He couldn't see either of them. As he got closer to the shed the door opened and Sarah emerged looking flushed indeed.

Derick stepped out and saw Allen coming towards him, he quickly stepped back in, but not before Allen noticed he was still doing up his trousers. Anticipation run through him as he wondered what they had been doing. Derick called after Sarah, "If you want me to show you anything else, Sarah then don't hesitate to ask."

Allen returned to his digging while Sarah was once again weeding unable to look up at her husband.

Derick in double quick time put his tools away. Allen watched him as he looked over at them. He saw the lust in his eyes and a smug smile of satisfaction on his face. 

Allen looked down at his wife and asked, "What happened?"

Sarah's reply was brief and uttered in a shaky fearful voice, "He had me!"

Allen looked up to find Derick had gone. His emotions were full of confusion as he tried to work the ground with the knowledge that the owner of the plot next to theirs, a sixty seven year old man, had fucked his thirty-one year old wife just a few minutes ago. His cock was semi-erect and his heart was beating hard not from rage or jealousy but from lust, knowing that his fantasy had just been realised.

Once he was sure, Derick had gone they too packed up their things and went home. The drive to their place was done in silence neither one of them knew of what to say.

Once home and sitting at the kitchen table, Sarah had made them a glass of lemonade each, "I want you to tell me what happened?" Allen asked.

"Can I take a shower first?" She asked knowing Derick's spunk had soaked into her panties. She felt dirty, used, and desperately wanted to shower. Even though Allen wanted her to have sex with another man it didn't make it any easier on her feelings of betraying his trust and more importantly the fear of losing his love, as she still loved him dearly.

"No I want to know what happened in that shed."

"Didn't you see anything?" she asked concerned.

"No, I did as we planned . . ."

"As you planned," she cut in sarcastically.

"I parked the car in Beaufort Road and came back to the allotments. However, as I came passed the shed old Jack Chapman stopped me and he got me to try some of his homemade wine. By the time I got out of there, I thought it best to return to the car and make it look as though I'd just returned. I could tell something had happened by the way you walked out of his shed and the flushed look on your face."

"So you weren't there for me," Sarah gasped.

"Was I needed?"

Sarah looked at her husband and realised that after all that had happened he never got to watch.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Sarah pondered on the implications of what happened and she realised she still loved him and always will. He's her man.

"Okay, once you had driven off he was pestering me . . .

". . . You decided on seeing my special tool, Sarah?" Derick quietly called over to her.

"I don't think so, Derick. You shouldn't keep asking me – it's not right. I'm a married woman and have my own special tool."

"Come on, Sarah I want to show it to you."

Sarah stood up, "And if I do will you behave?"

"Um, yea sure," he replied with a shocked looked that Sarah had agreed.

Sarah looked about the allotment and then said, "Okay, let's go and see your 'special tool'."

Sarah went to Derick's shed with him following. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She'd noticed Derick's surprised look when she agreed to this, maybe Allen was right after all.

Sarah entered the shed to find it a mass of clutter. A small bench stood under the window that was so grubby you could hardly see out of it. She wondered how Allen was going to see anything. The bench was also a mass of clutter.

Derick turned to face Sarah with his flies open and his cock out fully erected, "What about this for a special tool," he grinned revealing yellow teeth that a dentist hadn't seen for years.

Sarah just stared at it, mostly in disbelief. It was definitely three inches longer than her husband is. 

Derick reached over, closed and fastened the door. He then took Sarah's hand and pressed it against his rock hard cock. Her fingers automatically curled round his stiffness and she found herself playing with it. At the same time, she was aware of Derick undoing her shorts.

"Do like the feel of my special tool, Sarah?" Derick asked his voice full of lust. 

Sarah felt her Demin shorts fall down her legs revealing her scantily black panties to the old man who was now plunging her hand straight down the front of them, "Open up for Granddad, Sarah," he urged.

In a whirl of excitement, Sarah opened her legs and her reward was the pleasant movements of his fingers rubbing her sex. The feelings coming from between her legs were growing fast and she gasped at the intensity of it.

"Take y' top off, Sarah," he ordered. 

Again, without a second thought she obeyed the old man and lifted off her top exposing her tits the old man's gaze.

Derick gasped, ". . . y' have lovely tits, lass better than I thought that'd be," he said drooling and started mauling them, squeezing her young flesh and pinching the nipples. He then leaned forward and started sucking on each in turn.

The thirty-one years old housewife gasped at the pleasure this old man was giving her.

While she pulled on his cock, Derick released a nipple from his mouth with loud smacking sound, "Hasn't y' old man got a special tool like mine?"

"Yes," she gasped from the sensation from her tit, "But it's not as big as yours," Sarah replied without thinking.

Derick chuckled.

Sarah regretted her rash words as some sort of betrayal of Allen.

"My cock can reach places hubby's never been," he said taking a nipple back into his mouth nibbled on it.

Again, Sarah gasped with a gentle moan escaping from her lips.

His hand was still in her panties working on her clit, "I've dying to get in y' knickers for weeks!" 

A grunt escaped Sarah's lips as her excitement grew; she knew that if he kept this assault on her clit she would come off on his finger. She found herself pushing down on his hand as her orgasm grew.

Derick leaned forward and sucked on Sarah's neck, squashing her tits with his chest, "I've dreamt of this day for months and I'm now going to fuck you Sarah and spunk you deep."

Sarah suddenly thought of Allen. Her conscience brought thoughts of betrayal and divorce and if Allen, the instigator of it all was watching. Her lust very quickly quashed these thoughts. Her husband wanted her to do it from the start. Now, here she was standing in a garden shed with another man, a man old enough to be her grandfather with his hand in her panties pleasuring her minge while she pulled on his cock. Her lust was driving on caused by the movements of his fingers in-between her sex lips. She was forcing her cunt down onto his hand and she was panting from the pleasure of it.

"Are you ready, Sarah? You ready to be fucked?"

In a rash moment of extreme sexual excitement, her orgasm on the verge of completion Sarah groans, "Then do it – I'm ready!"

She really was on heat with his gorgeous fingers in her panties and the excitement of being practically naked in Derick's shed made her mad with lust; a feeling she'd not had since her college days.

Derick spun her round to face the grubby window, "Brace yourself lass – against the bench," he ordered.

Sarah complied while he dropped his trousers and moved up close behind her. She felt his knees slide down between her legs as he stooped; his fingers pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and she felt him sliding up into her cunt.

"Oh Christ he's in me!" she thought as Derick straightened his body driving his cock deeper inside of her.

"God, he's right up me!" She thought, "So deep!" She'd never had a cock penetrated so high up inside her before and she braced herself as he began to fuck her cunt.

Derick's hands came and grabbed her dangling tits and pulled back on them using them for leverage, he licked the back of her neck making shivers ripple down her back. Sarah was in heaven.


The Allotment Ch. 02



For the rest of that night and into the early hours of the morning they continued to make love, until finally, exhausted they fell asleep in each other's arms.

After a time Allen woke. His mind was in turmoil, he just couldn't believe he allowed his wife to let another man have her. Now he must face the possible consequences – would she now drop her knickers for any man that comes along. Would she fall in love with someone who could pleasure her better than him?

He just couldn't believe it. 

"What have I done?" He whispered into the darkness.

He thought hard and long over most of the issues that rattled through his head. His mind reeled again at the prospect of loosing her, that was never his intention all he wanted to do was to see her being taken, watch her come on another mans cock. Now everything could backfire on him by putting everything he treasured and loved the most on the line just for lust.

"No, no she wouldn't, would she?" he thought, throughout last night she'd repeatedly told him that she loved him and would never leave him. Sarah had always believed strongly in the promises made in the wedding vows but now they are broken, forever.

For several hours he lay with Sarah gently sleeping beside him, his thoughts swinging round in circles never forming a conclusion of what he should do. Earlier he'd indicated to Sarah about some rules he wanted to introduce, but he knew if he did it would be impossible to enforce and would require Sarah to keep to the rules. Yet they had both broken the cardinal rule of marriage so why would more rules make it better. These and more daunting ideas sapped his already exhausted mind and eventually he fell asleep.

He awoke to find Sarah already up. He looked towards the window and saw the English weather had put paid to any work outside the house and more importantly any work at the allotment.

After visiting the bathroom he dressed and found Sarah in the kitchen placing a fried egg on some toast, "Here you go sleepy head tuck into this," she said with a large smile and handed him the plate.

With her remark he looked up at the kitchen clock and saw the time, "Christ is that the time a quarter past ten, I really didn't mean to sleep in that long."

He sat at the table and took a sip of his coffee that was already prepared and then tucked into his meal.

Sarah sat opposite him, "So what have you got planned for today?"

He pointed towards the window saying, "The British weather has put paid to most things I'd had planned, wanted to plant some more veg on the allotment but it doesn't look like it will happen."

"You never know it might clear up enough for you," she added gently smiling, "I'll come with you if you like."

His mind rebelled at the thought of meeting Derick knowing he'd fucked his wife. What am I supposed to do now, he thought.

"Allen is there anything wrong," Sarah asked looking at her husbands face. He'd turned pale and looked anxious.

"Um, no I'm fine it was such a heavy night last night."

"Yes it was I've never known you to be so excited even before we were married."

"What do you mean?" Allen asked slightly perplexed as he pushed the plate away and picked up his coffee mug.

"You were insatiable you wore me out, darling and it was fantastic." Sarah smiled at him lustfully her eyes smouldered with a lecherous look.

A wry smile formed on his lips as he watched her, "You have never said anything like this before?"

"Because you've never made love to me like that before, it was as if you couldn't get enough of me and that all you ever wanted was me. Somehow you managed to extract the lust from me and use it against me, giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible. To sum it up, darling you were fantastic and you can do it to me again and again anytime you want."

Dubiously Allen looked at his wife and questioned, "But that's not the truth of it, Sarah?"

Sarah leaned back mildly shocked, "I don't understand."

"You have forgotten that I wasn't the only man you had yesterday," he watched his wife blush, "Derick was the instigator to our mutual enjoyment last night if it wasn't for him we'd probably not bothered and fell asleep."

Sarah was quiet for a moment and then replied, "Yes you're right I suppose. It doesn't change the fact that what you did to me last night was out of this world. And even though a third person instigated it our feelings haven't changed have they, I still love you, Allen, you're my man and always will be. I hope you still feel the same about me?"

"I love you more than ever, Sarah. But through my own selfish fantasies I've broken and forced you to break our most solemn promise made to each other on our wedding day. With that broken our lives will change. I have to say my feelings have changed because of what we have done and I certainly don't know where we go from here."

"I don't see where you're problem is, Allen. You're fantasy was to see me being taken by another man isn't that right. I allowed that to happen, unfortunately you didn't get to see it. In my mind that doesn't change a thing between us."

"Doesn't it, don't you see that I've allowed you the freedom to 'put it about' now. And there is nothing to stop you from bedding any man you took a fancy too. Anytime you felt like it with or without me."

"Yes I see your point," Sarah replied after a slight pause, "Yes I could go out, and drop my nicks but, you're forgetting one thing, darling it's whether I want too and who's to say I haven't already or even you, have had a fling. I agree we have broken the cardinal rule and so have millions of other couples but mostly surreptitiously behind each other's backs. We're different; well I like to think so, because we know we're doing it. We know when and where we're going to do it because that will be our way."

"You seem rather eager to continue, before yesterday you didn't want to know."

"Yes, I suppose it sounds hypocritical but then life doesn't allow you to know about things until you've tried them."

"So you want to continue?"

"Only if you do, darling," she responded quickly, "I'll go along with what ever you decide." Sarah finished her coffee, "What I want is what we did last night. The way you made love to me was simply incredible. You made me feel I was the only woman you wanted you haven't really done that before and now I want it again, Allen I love you more now than I ever have."

The weather didn't let up until after lunch and after a visit to the shops for supplies they went to the allotment. As they both walked down to their plot so Derick came out of his little shed.

All day Allen had been dreading this moment and now he was about to face him. The mixed feelings he felt were so confusing. One moment he wanted to punch the old boys' lights out and then the next instant he knew he couldn't because he'd instigated it all. He'd made Sarah go with him so how could he blame Derick. It was literally all his fault.

"Hi, Allen," the old boy spoke, his smile broadening as Sarah came closer to his plot, "Hello, Sarah how are you both?"

Derick seemed fine, his manner much the same as before.

"Hello, Derick how are you?" Her voice was happy and animated. 

Allen saw the huge warm smile she gave him – jealousy bit deep at that moment.

"I'm fine, Las after yesterday everything in me feels real good."

Sarah seemed to either ignore him or didn't hear his remark but Allen caught on to it and stopped while Sarah continued on to their plot. "Oh, why's that then, Derick?" Allen asked his heart thumping in his chest.

Derick was still watching Sarah as she walked by. She was wearing jeans and a pale blue top with her water proof coat. He then leaned in close as if he didn't want anyone to hear, 

"I got laid yesterday, first time in fourteen years, son."

"Well done, Derick you old codger," Allen replied his heart still racing as he knew he was talking about his wife. "Was that with that lady friend you mentioned the other day?"

"Sure was, to put it bluntly," here it comes thought Allen, "I gave it to her, all of it on the first go right there in m' shed – she loved it."

"I bet you did," Allen added. He was expecting to be angry, wanted to be angry but all he could feel was his cock growing down his leg and the lust growing in his brain as he pictured his wife bent over the bench with the old man fucking her. 

Derick leaned in closer still adding, "And would you credit it, she came on me cock like an express train."

Allen was flabbergasted. "Well good on y' mate," Allen said with a weak smile he walked on to their plot where he observed Sarah had started placing the markers for the extra cabbage plants Allen wanted to put in. She looked over at him and smiled. It was then his lust once again took control. He just had to see it. He had to see Sarah with the old man, see her cry out in pleasure.

Allen went straight up to Sarah and with a lump of lust in his throat and an erect cock throbbing against his thigh he said, "Invite Derick over for dinner tonight."

"What?"

"Invite him to dinner, Sarah."

"Okay if you're sure?" she asked looking into his eyes and not seeing anything.

"Yes I'm sure."

"This is really nice of you to invite me over for dinner, Allen," Derick said for the fourth time that evening. They all got up from the table. Sarah had cleared the table earlier and the three of them had sat talking mostly about the allotment.

"Come on we'll retire to the lounge, we can have a few more glasses of wine in comfort."

"I don't think I aught to, Allen I'm over the limit now for driving," Derick spoke as they entered the lounge.

"Don't worry about that, Derick you just sit down and have another glass. We can always call for a taxi."

"Well that's really kind of y', Allen," Derick replied stunned. He couldn't help but like this young man. However, the kindness he was showing certainly pulled some morality strings as Derick took another glass of kindness from Allen's wife. He sat thinking that the guy sitting next to him didn't know he'd shagged his wife, and wanted too again, but now he was seriously having seconds thought.

Derick watched Sarah pick up her glass and sit opposite. She was wearing a black dress not to short but it hugged her body revealing the fine contours of her young slim figure; she really did look stunning. Fucked her in me allotment shed, I did, he thought. Looking at her changed his mind and become more determined; he really wanted to do it again and get a regular thing going - he'd made plans.

"Have you ever been married, Derick?" Sarah asked.

Derick snapped out from his thoughts, "Aye, Las married for over thirty years. Me wife Shirley, bless her, past away some fifteen years ago, cancer it was."

"I'm sorry, Derick really." Sarah added.

"Do you have any children?" Allen asked.

"Have a daughter," he replied, "She's married and has two fine boys. They live in France, bought an old mill and converted it into a holiday place and are doing okay with it, making a nice living."

"Do you get to see them much?" Sarah asked sipping her wine.

"A couple of times a year I get to go over and stay a few weeks. In fact I'm off to see them on Monday, catching the overnight crossing from Portsmouth to St. Malo and Lucy, my daughter, will meet me Tuesday morning at the harbour."

The telephone rang.

Sarah got up and excused herself to answer it.

"That sounds great, Derick how long are you going for?" Allen asked

"I usually go for six to eight weeks this time of year. The weather isn't too hot at the moment." 

"So what were you doing before retiring, Derick?" Allen finished his wine and went to refill it to discover the bottle was empty.

"I was an engineer working for the aircraft industry." He replied while also finishing his glass of red wine.

Sarah returned, "Sorry about that it was only me mother." She revealed as she sat.

It was then that Allen had a brain wave. The idea just suddenly popped into his head with an adrenalin rush.

"I'm in engineering as well, Derick. I'm in design." Allen revealed.

Derick looked up and asked, "Who with?"

"Frank's Engineering."

"Yes I know them; just won that contract with the car industry," Derick said knowingly.

"Yes that's right, we've only just got up and running a new production line, very modern."

"Must be racking it in then?" Derick asked knowing that the company was extremely prosperous.

"You could say that. The company has been going from strength to strength for the last couple of years." Allen turned to Sarah, "Darling would you mind getting another couple of bottles; we've finished this one."

Sarah left for the kitchen as she went so Derick's eyes followed her. Derick turned to Allen, "I could do with paying a visit to the toilet, Allen?"

"Sure, up the stairs second door on the right."

While both of them were out of the room Allen set up his mobile phone ready to dial his home telephone number.

Sarah returned with two bottles of wine, "You'll have to order some more wine, Allen as you're nearly out, you've only a few bottles left."

Allen nodded, "Okay, darling."

Derick returned from the bathroom and sat back in his chair. Sarah filled his glass and Allen got up to fill his, as he did he pressed the call button on his mobile phone. A few seconds later the land line phone rang.

"I'll get it," Allen called and went into the kitchen to answer it. Picking up the phone he spoke into it so that they could him and at the same time switched off his mobile phone. He gave a minute or two then returned to the lounge.

"Bad news I'm afraid, darling got to pop into work they have a problem with the assembly line and can't rectify it."

"But, darling how long are you going to be we have a guest?" Sarah said a bit put out that he has to leave her.

"Is it serious, Allen?" asked Derick.

"I don't think so. Going by what the shift night manager is saying it should only take about thirty minutes so I should be about and hour to an hour and a half say."

"Isn't there anybody else who could do it?" asked Sarah anxiously.

"Unfortunately the only other guy who could do it is Jimmy Benson but he's on holiday this week so it's all down to me."

"Oh, well I suppose you'd better go then," Sarah said sadly. 

Allen looked at his watch, "Look it's nearly a quarter to eight if I go now I'll be back by about nine thirty," he turned to Derick and added, "You'll look after my wife for me, won't you, Derick?"

"Yes, of course I will, son." Derick replied with a weak smile.

"Okay I'm off then see you two later." He kissed Sarah on the forehead and left.

He drove the car a couple of hundred yards up the road and parked. From there he hurriedly walked a few yards along the pavement and turned down a rear access road that runs along the rear of the houses. Allen then entered his rear garden, up the garden path to the back door. He entered the house and straight away heard Sarah and Derick chatting.

"With the way the weather was today I didn't think I was going to see you, Sarah." Derick said.

Allen quickly and quietly moved through the house to stand next to the lounge door that was wide open.

"The weather was so grotty this morning we didn't think we'd make it over there. We went shopping instead."

"I was packing up when you arrived. Why did you invite me over for dinner?"

"I didn't, Allen did," Sarah replied drinking her wine.

"Y' doesn't think he knows do y'?" Derick asked voice full of concern, "I don't want there to be any trouble."

"A bit late for that isn't it."

"Look Las, I've wanted to get in y' nicks for months. Now I've been there I want to go there again and again."

Sarah drank more wine; she really was quite apprehensive left alone with Derick, she really didn't know what to expect of him.

"So, Las what about your answer?" asked Derick.

Sarah sat, wine glass half empty in her hand looking at the old man. Her mind recalled what happened in his shed. She felt that school girl tingle in her lower belly as she re-lived the feelings the old man had given her. "I don't know, Derick you'll have to give me more time for a decision."

"Wasn't I good enough for y' is that it?"

"No, that's not it."

"Did I give y' what y' wanted; did y' like what I did to y'?"

"Yes, yes as I said yesterday it was good but I . . ."

"But nothing, Las come on let's have another session."

"I don't think so," Sarah spoke surprised that he'd come on to her in her own home.

"Come on, Las we've not got a lot of time before your old man returns. Besides I go away on Monday and won't see you f' several weeks. Come on stand up." It was an order rather than a request.

"But . . ."

"Don't waste the moment, Las stand up." 

Sarah blinked away her surprise as she stood.

"That's it, Las now would y' lift that there dress and let me see what y' got on underneath."

"Derick this isn't the time or the place, Allen could be back at any minute." She spoke to the old man standing in front of her chair.

"Don't be shy, Las y' done it before I'm sure y' can do it again." Derick coaxed.

Sarah leant forward slightly, took hold of the hem of her dress, and started to pull it up.

Allen stood by the lounge door keeping out of sight. He had a relatively good view of the room and with his cock poking down his leg hard and erect he watched his thirty-one year old wife lift her dress for the old man. Allen could see the lust in Derick's eyes as his wife revealed her legs to him. Then her stocking tops came into view and the soft white flesh above. Finally the 'V' at the top of her thighs covered with her black lace panties. Another inch or so and she stopped. Sarah looked at Derick and Allen could see the flushed look of sexual excitement on his wife's face.

A thought flashed through his mind wishing he'd had a camera for that was the sexiest pose he'd ever seen - camera!

Without hesitation he took out his mobile phone and quickly took a shot of his wife holding her dress up and exposing her panties to this old man.

Derick stood up and went to her pulling her close. A hand went straight between her legs and cupped her mound.

"Open y' legs, Las," Derick spoke softly.

Allen's wife obeyed.

'God this man gets to me, I'm wet already,' Sarah thought as she opened her legs once again. 'He wants to fuck me again but Allen and I haven't agreed to anything!'

Derick stood against Sarah's young body. He could feel the heat emanating from her as he pushed his hand down her panties. He felt soft pubic hairs run through his fingers and slipping a finger between her sex lips. 'Shit this woman is so sexy, he thought, I haven't done anything yet and here she is standing with a soaking wet fanny.'

Sarah hadn't realised just how wet she really was until his fingers started to press against the crotch of her panties and felt the dampness. She felt his hand go down her panties pushing his hand down over her lower belly fingers filtering through her pubic hair and one finger slipping between her minge lips and sliding over her clit to sink up into her hole. She gave a low gasped as his finger slipped in with ease. 'That went in so easy I really must be so slick down there, God what is this old man doing to me!'

Allen couldn't see very much as Derick had blocked his view. He could tell Derick had his hand down her panties. He couldn't believe she had allowed Derick to get to her so quickly. Jealousy shot through his mind. His lust was gone, what the fuck she playing at, he thought. He moved to enter the lounge; all he wanted to do was kick the hell out of that old man. As he moved he felt his hard cock against his thigh and the low gasped from his wife. He stopped in his tracks; it wasn't the old man's fault, he'd set this up no one else; he moved back out of sight.




The Allotment Ch. 02



Derick started kissing Sarah's neck while he pulled the straps of her dress down over her shoulders revealing her braless tits. Straight away he bent down and suckled on each nipple in turn.

Sarah gasped in pleasure as the old man nibbled on her tender buds and bringing her hand up she run her fingers through the hair on the back of his head holding him to her breast.

He pulled away taking a step back, "Take y' knickers off, Las and get on the floor," he ordered.

Allen stared as his wife put her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down; he took another photo; his lust in control again. 

Sarah with her tits on display got onto the floor and lay down. She lay on her back with Derick gawping down at her.

"Pull y' dress up, Las I want t' see y' cunny." Sarah obeyed and lifted her hips and pulled her dress up revealing her black hair covered mound. At the same time Derick undid his trousers and dropped to his knees opening Sarah's legs as he went and knelt between them.

Sarah had positioned herself slightly side on mainly to avoid the coffee table but unbeknown to her she had given her husband an excellent view of her body.

"Y' have a great looking muff, Las nice and long, what ever y' do don't shave or cut it cos a cunt isn't a cunt without a full muff."

With his heart thumping, Allen could feel the blood pumping into his head as Derick parted his wife's legs even further. The old man then shuffled forward on his knees while holding his erect cock. He went right up to her sex lips and touched her with it.


Sarah jerked back, and then relaxed.

Allen couldn't quite see but it looked as though he was now running his cock head up and down her slit. Then he seemed to push gently as he held his cock at her hole.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Las is that what you want?" he asked Sarah his voice moving up an octave as his own excitement grew. 

For the first time Allen could hear the old man's ragged breath.

Sarah said nothing. She lay with her legs partly open, her eyes closed in what looked like anticipation. 

"I'm going to slide my cock up inside you, Las and pump my cock into you," he gasped catching his breath as his lust came to the fore.

Derick pushed forward. Allen couldn't see it but he knew that the old man's cock was sliding up into his wife's cunt.

With a grunt Derick pushed home. He must have been practically all the way in, thought Allen as he took out his cock to release the pressure of it in his trousers. Then he saw Derick start to fuck his wife.

After a few thrusts Derick seemed to set up a rhythm, "God you're so slick, Las you feel bloody wonderful. I've dreamt of this for so long and now it's really happening." He dropped down onto his forearms and sucked on a nipple. 

This caused Sarah to catch her breath as the old man's cock stretched her cunt and slide in deep.

Very quickly Derick set his pace and maintained it. He moved up her body slightly and kissed her neck while his thrusting into her cunt was neither hard nor soft just a steady forceful movement.

Allen stood by the door and watched his fantasy become a reality. 'She's fucking another man.' To him it was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. He took another photo and then put his mobile away.

Peeking round the door post he saw his wife's hips rise up to meet Derick's thrusts. 'Another man is fucking my wife!' His mind raced.

"Do y' like me cock up y', Las?" Derick asked her.

Sarah remained silent eyes closed her face flushed.

"Answer me, Sarah do y' like me cock up y'?" He repeated speaking close to her ear.

Sarah half opened her eyes and quietly replied, "Yes."

"Yes what, Las?" Derick coerced.

There was silence again and Allen strained to hear what she was going to say. He found himself wishing. Wanted her to, go on darling say it! 

"Um – I like your cock up me, Derick," she whispered while opening her legs and bending them at the knee giving the old man all the access he needed to her cunt.

Allen was ecstatic. He sucked in his breath in shock at what she'd just done, for the first time he took hold of his cock, and gently pulled on it.

"Do y' like me fucking y', Sarah?" he asked his voice full of lust now.

Again there was silence as Sarah took in the question. Her hips were still meeting every one of Derick's thrusts. It was then Allen saw the sign, her face took on a deeper tinge of red as did her upper chest the tendons in her neck became taut; 'she's going to come, she's going to come on his cock,' the thought burst into Allen's brain.

Through her heavy breathing she spoke, "Yes I like you fucking me." Then she moaned in pleasure, Christ he's doing me, he's going to take me – bring me off!

"You shag real good, Las," Derick said as he continued with his momentum, keeping his pace equal throughout.

With Sarah's legs now wide open Allen got glimpses of the old man's cock sliding in and out of his wife's cunt. He saw her matted black pubic hair stuck to the thrusting cock and cunt juice covered nearly the whole length of his cock.

With a grunt in keeping his self control Derick spoke again, "You going to come on my cock, Las?"

Sarah opened her eyes, she looked up at her lover and placed a hand on the back of his head, "Yes, I'm going to come – make me come." Her mind raced with her lust; 'yes, he's going to take me – I'm going to come on his cock!' 

Allen's mind rebelled again as he heard her speak those words, again his jealousy reared its ugly head; again he fought it and continued to watch. His cock now covered with his juice.

Derick continued his pace, he never wavered.

The thirty-one year old woman slowly arched her back; her breathing became heavier, with her back arched so her hips pushed down bending the thrusting cock into her slit rubbing across her clit.

Sarah moaned, "Mm, yes. Oh yes." 'He's fucking me good I'm going to come!' She thought.

"That's it, Las you come on the old codger's cock."

"Ugh!" Sarah gasped taking air through gritted teeth. She lifted her head and look into the old man's face as he fucked her.

Allen could see he was giving her a real good fucking. Although he was excited beyond believe, thoughts of jealousy, anger and retribution raced through his mind. He could feel the anger towards himself for letting it all happen. He resented the way this man could use his wife. And worse he was jealous of how he could pleasure her so well. He saw the lust and pleasure on her face; he saw the way she responded to him and the way she looked at him. All this seemed to be a contradiction of his true feelings as he watched this man thoroughly fuck his wife. He gained pleasure from all these feelings as they fused together within his mind running riot with his nervous system and though his cock was running with pre-cum he could not bring himself off.

"Oh God," Sarah caught her breath and held it. The whole room went silent except for a mild wet sound coming from between her legs and Derick's ragged breathing. 

Then a deep throaty growl burst from Sarah's mouth as she exhaled and relaxed, falling to the floor. Her body seemed to jiggle; she put her legs down and then her thigh muscles shook. Seconds later she brought her legs back up and opened them.

Derick grunted as if he was trying to hold back, "That's it, girl you come for me."

"Yes I'm coming, God I'm coming – I can't stop!" She blurted out. Still holding onto him she lifted her head, kissed him passionately forcing her tongue into his mouth, and then went into a frenzy of kissing his face while she screamed out her orgasm.

Allen stared in disbelief as his wife's neck and upper chest turned red as her orgasm exploded in her womb. She looked so beautiful as her pleasure played across her face.

"I'm going to spunk you now, Las."

"Yes give it to me, I want it," she groaned in anticipation as she continued to kiss his face in a frenzy of lust.

Derick heaved into her body forcing the rest of his cock deep into her body, "I'm spunking you, Las," he cried out in-between catching his breath, he threw his head back with a grunt as he filled her with his sperm.

Surprise filled her brain, 'Christ he's pushed it right up into my cervix. I can feel him spunking - shooting up into me!'

Allen, with tears in his eyes watch the spectacle in front of him wishing on the one hand that he'd never had the fantasy, on the other ecstatic that he'd seen his wife taken by this man, and realised his dream.

Sarah lay back onto the floor gasping for breath; eyes closed in a dream like state as the remains of her climax spread through her body. Derick fell gently on top of her his arms giving out. He too was panting and struggled to get his breath back. 

Sarah felt his cock slip from her well fucked hole and gave a quiet groan. She felt her cunt was wide open but the feeling very quickly disappeared as her body began to revert to its normal state.

Allen managed to put his still erected cock away and zip up. He fell back against the wall and closed his eyes wandering what was next. After seeing the way Sarah had responded he thought he'd have no chance in managing to keep her.

He walked back to the kitchen. 

'What have I done, why did I let it happen,' he thought.

Derick tried to get up but all he could manage was to roll off her. His heart thumping hard in his chest and he wondered if he would ever get up again. Yet all he could think about was Sarah and how they had made love, what they had just done was the best sex he'd ever had. 'That woman was fantastic, she felt so beautiful; I've never had a woman like her - I want her.'

Sarah slipped her legs down after Derick rolled off. Her breathing was coming back to normal. She could still feel the throb in her cunt and the warm after glow of her orgasm as it gently receded. Her own mind was reeling at what had just happened; 'that was the most amazing thing, nobody has ever made love to me like that before. Even Allen last night was nothing like that. Shit Allen!'

Sarah stood up and looked at her watch, 'nine o'clock.' "Derick you have to get up its nine o'clock, Allen will be home any minute." She said urgently.

Derick sat up and then got to his feet. He put his limp cock away and zipped up making himself decent while Sarah picked up her panties and put them on. Then put her tits back into her dress and pulled the straps back over her shoulders. She smoothed her dress down trying to take out some of the creases.

"God, I must look a mess, he'll guess we've been up to something, I just know it." Sarah worried as she put her dress straight and ruffled her hair. Then she pulled her dress up and re-positioned her panties; it was then that she felt them become wet with Derick's spunk. 

Car headlights flashed through the gap in the curtains and she knew that Allen had returned.

"He's here, Derick sit down and try to look decent," she said her voice full of concern. She was still trying to get her panties right so that nothing would start to run down her legs before she could get to the bathroom. As the front door opened she pulled her dress back down and returned to her seat. As she sat she felt her panties pull up into her crotch and press into the discharge making the spunk spread across her minge lips. The feeling made a tingling sensation on her sex but it was quickly squash as her husband enter the lounge.

"There that didn't take to long did it?" he said with a smile as he entered, "So where's me wine."

Picking up his glass he sat, "So has my wife been a good girl, Derick?" he asked jokingly.

Derick flustered and eventually said, "Oh she's been a real hostess, Allen." He paused and finished his wine, "But I think I'd better go its getting late and I'll have to be careful driving home."

"You sure you don't want to stay, Derick and have another glass, there's always a taxi?"

"No I don't want to intrude on your hospitality any longer, it's been a great evening, thank you." He stood up making haste to leave.

Allen looked over at his wife who just sat there not saying anything. He saw the look of concern on her face, "Come on then, Sarah let's see our guest out shall we."

Once Derick had gone and they were both in the lounge Sarah picked up the glasses and the empty wine bottles then headed for the kitchen.

"How was it while I was out?" He called after her.

"What do you mean?" She replied defensively. Sarah returned and stood by the door to the lounge.

"Well nothing, just wondered if anything happened while I was away that's all."

"We never agreed to let anything happen, Allen so nothing did," she lied.

"I see, okay point taken. So nothing happened just sat and talked?"

"I'm afraid so, anyway I've got to go to the bathroom must be all that wine I've drunk."

She turned and went up stairs to the bathroom.

Allen decided not to say anything more and after watching a movie together went up to bed.

They were both up early. Allen as was usual on a Sunday cooked breakfast. The weather was jus the same as yesterday - raining. 

Instead of going over to the allotment they went and visited family. The following day, Monday, work took priority and both Sarah and Allen put themselves in their work.

For days Allen couldn't keep that evening out of his thoughts. Sarah never said anything about what had happened after he'd left that night.

Throughout that first week he must have fucked Sarah a good dozen times and every one he visualised that session his wife had with Derick; and after every one Sarah expressed her delight with his performance.

Sarah was telling her husband the truth. Since her fling with Derick Allen had become a better lover. He took her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed with him. Yet the session she'd had with Derick never went away. She was happy with Allen and though she had been royally fucked by a man who knew how to fuck a woman she was happy if it didn't happen again. She loved her husband; he was her man regardless.

It was into the tenth week after that weekend. Allen came home from work to find found his dinner waiting for him just like always.

"Hello sweetheart had a good day?" he asked as he took her into his arms and kissed her hello.

They parted and he sat picking up his knife and fork, "Traffic was bad tonight must have been an accident or something." He spoke as Sarah washed up some pots.

"It all depends on what you call good, I've had better days," she replied to his question.

Allen noticed the sound of her voice and realised something was up, "What's up, darling?"

"I don't really know how you're going to take this, Allen even I'm finding it hard to accept."

"So what's the problem, Sarah?" 

"I hope you love me, Allen and I mean really love me?"

"Sarah what's up?" Allen was showing signs of anger.

Sarah swallowed hard, "Well I missed my period last month and again this month. So . .."

"Oh, darling," Allen made to stand but Sarah put her hand up indicating for him to remain seated.

"I'm not finished yet, Allen." He sat, ". . . so I went to the doctors to get myself thoroughly checked over. I returned this afternoon for the results."

"And . . ."

"The results were positive I'm pregnant, the doctor said I was about ten weeks and the tests indicate that as well."

Darling that's fantastic, that's the best thing I've heard for a long time, the best thing to happen to us." Again he made to get up wanting to put his arms around her and pull her close.

"There's more I need to say."

"Go on," her husband said eager for the news. But he saw the strained looked on her face.

"If I'm ten weeks or there about, it not only means I'm up the duff but I could be with Derick's kid instead of yours."

Allen's look of happiness dropped from his face like a ton of bricks, "Oh my God!"



End



The Allotment Ch. 03



Allen sat on the bed. The room was bathed in bright sunlight a far cry to what the weather had been like over the past two and half months. He'd gone to work that morning and what ever he did, he just couldn't concentrate. Since Sarah informed him of her pregnancy, he'd been in a mental turmoil. As he had some lieu time owing from when he helped put in the new assembly line he asked if he could take a few days off. Now he found himself at home trying to come to terms with what he'd instigated.

Sarah was still at work so he had a few hours to himself to think.

He'd initiated everything. His fantasy of wanting to see his wife, Sarah taken by another man just drove him on; it was lust and nothing more. Even now, he could still picture exactly what happened on that Saturday night and every time his cock would grow and his lust intensifies. Just thinking about it makes him want more. But his hunger for more had allowed the ultimate defilement of his marriage to Sarah, now, she could be carrying Derrick's baby. His mind recoiled at the thought of it.

Swallowing hard and feeling physically sick he asked the same question he'd asked a thousand times already, 'What have I done'?

He fell back onto the bed. Eyes watering with tears, he knew there was no easy solution.

"Hi y' sweetheart," he said greeting his wife as she entered the room.

"Gosh you're home early?" Sally questioned as she put her shopping bags down.

"I had some lieu time to take so I've got the next couple of days off."

"Lucky you," she replied putting her handbag on the kitchen table and bending down to kiss her husband on the forehead. 

As she straightened, up so he stood and took her into his arms and pulled her close. He whispered into her ear, "I'm so sorry, Sarah." He remained holding her feeling her breasts against his chest and luxuriating in her smell and warmth.

Sarah's arms had automatically gone around him and she held onto her man until the words bit deep. Somehow, she'd managed to put the problem to the back of her mind and for the past couple of days thought nothing of it, but now it all came rushing back.

She'd dreamt of starting a family and quite soon. Allen has a good, well-paid job and she is earning a good wage, which they have been saving for over a year for when they decide to make that commitment. Her dream was to have their baby because they loved each other, to have it with the man she married, the man she loved. But it has all gone so horribly wrong. Now she has a baby growing inside of her that was made of lust not love, a baby that might not be her husbands.

Sally eased away from Allen and without looking at him said, "Well . . . um . . . it's not just your fault it's happened, Allen."

Turning away Sarah returned to the shopping bags and started to put the groceries away.

"It is my fault."

"I didn't have to let it happen you know, I could've said no," Sarah said.

"Yes you could've and you did for quite some time, but through my insistence you did it now we're going to have to pay for it for the rest of our lives."

"That's what happens to people that fool around, they get their fingers burnt and we did."

"But a baby," Allen blurted, "What happen to protection?"

"Neither of us thought of it did we?" Sarah replied defensively.

"No," Allen's voice faded as if he were thinking then went on, "But doesn't a woman have some kind of maternal natural defence against these things?"

"Yes she does, it's called keeping her legs shut." Her anger grew as she realised Allen was looking for an escape goat. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. He was looking at her expectantly.

"So it's my fault is it?"

"Um, no of course not," he snapped back, "It's just that . . ."

". . . That the woman should always make sure she has protection that men can't take that responsibility." Now she was angry, "It was you who had the bloody fantasy, and it was you who wanted it to happen. In the end, I did it for you, I was happy to keep it in the bedroom as a source of titillation. But you weren't. You wanted more, you wanted to see the real thing, and this is what happens in reality."

Allen fell silent. He could tell he'd upset Sarah; it wasn't what he wanted but he just didn't know what to do. He also knew she'd lied to him about that night and that had preyed on his mind. She'd lied once has she lied since or even before the event. Yet he knew deep down that the later wasn't true. 

"To be honest I didn't even think of it. I was caught up in the whole event; I suppose subconsciously I thought you'd dealt with it."

"Well in some ways it was the same for me. Down at the allotment you rushed me into it; I didn't think a man of Derrick's age could father a child so I suppose I thought it wasn't necessary."

Sadly, Allen got up. He was upset at upsetting Sarah and thought it best he got out of the house for a few hours, "Look I didn't want to upset you, and I didn't want us to argue so I'll pop down to the allotment for an hour or so."

Sarah nodded, she wanted to cry but she was so angry.





Just as Sarah took the casserole out of the oven, the phone rang. Removing the receiver from its cradle, she spoke into it, "Hello?"

"Sarah its Jimmy Benson," said a male voice.

"Hi, Jimmy did you and Carole have a lovely holiday?" Sarah asked smiling.

"Sure it was great really nice, is Allen about?"

"He's in the shower, Jim."

"This is really urgent. Sarah could you give him a shout for me?"

"Yeah sure, hold on." Sarah put the phone down and called up the stairs to her husband, "Allen its Jimmy on the phone says it's urgent."

"What?"

"It's Jimmy from work he says it's urgent."

"Okay I'll be a couple of minutes."

Sarah picks up the receiver, "He won't be long, Jim," Sarah could hear a lot of noise on the other end of the line.

"Thanks Sarah."

"Blimey, Jim what's all the noise?"

"We've had a major breakdown on the assembly line and I want to check with Allen I've got the reset procedures correct before implementing them."

"That's the second breakdown now in ten weeks," Sarah remarked.

"Is it, I never knew that!"

"Yes, Allen was called out on a Sunday evening while you were on holiday."

"Strange, Allen never mentioned it and I don't think it was entered in the production log – let's see."

Sarah suddenly realised she might have put Allen in some kind of trouble over breach of protocol. Jimmy was Allen's superior and there could be a disciplinary looming because of what she'd just said.

"No it's not down in the log," she then heard him call out to someone asking him if there had been a similar problem.

Then Allen appeared and took the phone from Sarah. For a good couple of minutes Allen just listened and then put Jimmy right on a couple of points. Just before Jimmy hung up he said, "Look, mate I might have dropped you in it, Sarah was asking about a breakdown on the assembly line while I was away on holiday. If I'd known I'd have help you out."

"Oh," Allen said surprised he'd forgotten all about that, "Okay don't worry I'll explain when I return to work."

As Allen put the receiver back onto its cradle so Sarah entered the kitchen carrying her mobile, "I've just rung the gate at Franks Engineering and they have just told me that you never signed in on that evening Derrick was here." She stood by the sink looking at her husband waiting for his answer, "Where did you go?" 

Allen sat at the table and looked back at his wife, "No I didn't go to work that night," he replied quietly.

"So where did you go?" Sarah repeated.

"Before I answer that can I ask you a question?"

Sarah nodded.

"Why did you lie to me when I asked if anything happened after I left that night?"

Sarah's eyes widened with the realisation of his question, he'd seen it all. Allen had watched while Derrick had taken her, fucked her royally. Watched her orgasm on another man's thrusting cock.

"We've lied to each other, Sarah something we've never done before and it's my fault."

"So you saw us?"

"Yes, I suppose I set you up in a way."

"I didn't want to do it, you know without you knowing."

"I couldn't help myself. I saw him looking at you and knew he wanted you. The idea came to me when your mother phoned, you can work the rest out for your self."

"You saw it all then?"

"Yes – and I've no doubt the baby growing in your belly is Derricks'."

"Why should you say that, you had me the night before it could still be yours?"

"I don't think so. The way he took you and the way you responded it just has to be his."

"Well we will have to wait and see won't we," Sarah responded quietly, "So what happens now, Allen you've realised your fantasy and because of it we're now starting a family. It's not the way I wanted it to happen; I had my fantasy as well." Sarah started to cry. 

"I don't know, we go on, we live our lives."

"I'll not abort it, Allen you know that don't you?" Sarah spoke with tears rolling down her face.

"I know you won't, I don't want you too."

"And you can do that can you, live our lives knowing that in nine months time the child I bring into this world might not be yours?"

Allen leaned forward onto the table running his fingers through his hair, "I can do it because I love you, Sarah."

"Can you and what about afterwards, when the child isn't a kid anymore what about then?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, but for know I know a part of that baby is a part of you and that's enough for me," he said with conviction, "What I don't want is you running off and leaving me."

"How many times do I have to tell you, Allen?" Sarah said forcefully her frustration evident, "I married you because I wanted you to be my man. That hasn't changed. It never will no matter what happens."

"It's not always that simple, Sarah you've had something that I can't give you and as you're only human you will possibly crave for that kind of release and go after it."

"No I will not," Sarah, snapped back her voice still full of frustration, "I understand what you're saying at the same time no other man can give me the same love and affection you can. That's what I want. Love is stronger than that, I am your wife and always will be. What ever happens, what ever you ask of me I will always be your wife I will always love you." 

Allen suddenly realised what his wife was saying, or was she, he couldn't be sure and he was suddenly fearful about asking. He tried to rationalise it, could he be misinterpreting what she was saying. Had he read too much into her words and partially hidden meanings? If she was saying it, then why not come right out and say it. But he knew she wouldn't do it that way it wasn't in her nature or even her upbringing so . . .

Sarah is very close to her mother and now he was able to see the similarities between them. Carole her mother was very passive towards her father to the point of being submissive – does this compliance stretch to the bedroom? Is this Sarah's way of revealing her true feelings, everything Sarah has said pointed in that direction and now he wanted to know if it is true? Does he have a submissive wife well there's only one-way to find out.

"Okay," Allen asked and as he spoke he found himself shaking, "So if I ask you to take part in more of what we've done you would do it?" He fought to keep his voice even without revealing the feelings that were rushing through him.

Sarah was silent. In that time, Allen watched the imaginary cogs turning within her head as she thought through the implications what he'd just asked her.

Then the water boiled over on the hob and started sizzling. Sarah turned the gas down and proceeded to dish the dinner up. At dinner, both were silent. Allen didn't push for his answer in case he'd read her wrong and so let the matter ride.

Sarah was panicking; she really didn't know how to answer his question. She was so unsure of herself. Damn him, I'm already up the duff with the possibility of carrying another man's baby. The nastiness of it made her fearful, but not of fear as in frightened but of anticipation 



The following day Allen went straight back to his allotment. Sarah went to work. He'd been there for several hours and was really enjoying the warm weather. He'd stopped to have something to drink and eat, sitting on an old tree stump that had been pulled from the ground many years ago and now made an excellent seat. From where he sat, he could survey his plot. Allen was proud of the work he'd put into it and now the results were taking fruit. But his pride and self-satisfaction suddenly fell away, his stomach turned as he watched Derrick walk towards him.

"Allen how are you, son?" Derick called as he went straight past his shed and overgrown plot to stand close to Allen.

"Hello, old man you're back then?"

"Yeah got back yesterday," Derrick replied with a smile.

"Where've y' been it seems you've been gone ages?"

"Aye, me daughter took ill and I stayed on to look after the kids while she was in hospital. That allowed me son Paul to work." He revealed, "She's better now though."

"Well you've got your work cut out now, Derrick your plot is well over grown. I'd say you've lost most of what you were growing."

"Aye but I've only come to collect my tools, given the allotment up."

"No, why's that?" Allen asked surprised. He stood up and packed away his cup and utensils.

"Well we had a bit of a fright with me daughter. It makes y' think a bit and I would like to see more of her and the grandkids. I enjoy it over there in France it's nice and easy – no pressure not like over here where the clock rules y' life."

"I don't know what to say, Derrick its good you want to see more of your family, mate but we certainly will miss you." Allen somehow felt quite elated to know that Derrick was leaving for France, somewhat relieved yet his lust told him otherwise.

"You will?" Derrick looked surprised.

"Yes of course, especially Sarah, she used to come home telling me that you wanted to show her your special tool. We used to laugh about it."

Derrick blushed slightly, "She told you about that?" He asked again surprised. Derrick seemed to stiffen with mild shock

"Sarah tells me most things, why was it a secret or something?"

"Well no I suppose not, just thought you might have been upset, lad that's all."

"Upset, about what?" Allen asked knowing he'd caught the old man of guard. He was enjoying the man's discomfort. "Having a joke and some friendly banter isn't worth getting upset about."

"Y' right, lad," Derrick replied relaxing, "So how is your fine lovely wife, Son?"

"Sarah is good, she gave me some excellent news a couple of days ago," Allen added, he paused and watched Derrick intently, "Yeah we're starting a family – Sarah's up the duff, mate."

Surprise shot across Derrick's face, his eye dilated, "Oh!" He blushed knowingly, then recovered and a thin smirk appeared on his lips.

"Well that's damn good news, son you must be proud?" He asked neatly recovering from his initial shock.

"Yeah, I am to a point, Derrick," Allen replied.

Derrick's face suddenly took a hint of fear; Allen could see that the old man's face was simmering just under the surface. Derrick didn't know how much Allen knew so he tentatively tried to avoid dwelling on the subject. "There's nothing wrong with Sarah is there?"

"No, nothing like that, old man with an addition to the family there's going to be a lot of changes."

"Yes of course," Derrick suddenly understood, "It's been a long time since I had mine I'd forgotten; well give my regards to your lovely wife."

"Sure will, Derrick." Derrick went to turn and head back to his shed, "Before you go I think its time that we had a talk, Derrick."

Derrick stopped in mid turn, "Oh," he muttered.

"Yeah I think we need to clear a few things up about you and my wife Sarah."

The doorbell rang. Sarah went to the door and opened it. She was completely surprised and startled.

"Hello, Las." Derrick said with a huge grin, "How y' been?

Sarah stood framed in the doorway as she looked at the old man on her doorstep; her face showed she was took completely by surprise.

"Y' going t' invite me in, Las?"

"Um sorry, sure come on in. It's been a long time; have you been in France all this time?" She managed to ask as she stepped aside.

The old man entered, "Yeah me daughter took ill and I stayed to look after the boys while their dad went to work."

Sarah closed the door, "Come on I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner; I'll put the kettle on."

They entered the kitchen and Sarah moved some clothes from off a chair, "There now you can sit down."

She then switched the kettle on and prepared two cups of coffee. Turning she found the old man staring at her.

"So have y' missed me, Sarah me darling?"

She didn't quite know what to say. She sat at the table opposite him as her thoughts took her back to both times he'd taken her and those thoughts gave her that tingling sensation between her legs. No, she hadn't missed him.

"How's your daughter now?" She asked changing the subject.

"Not too bad, thanks," he replied.

"You were gone a lone time; I hope it wasn't too serious?"

"Serious enough f' me t' stay and look after me grandsons, she was in hospital for two weeks."

"I see that was very good of you, Derick to support them like that. But you've got a lot of work to do down at the allotment."

"Nah, I'll not be doing that now, I'm not staying. I've returned t' finish up me affairs and I'll be returning to France to stay permanently with me daughter."

"Oh," Sarah let out surprised, "Was her illness that bad then?"

"Bad enough, y' see while she was in hospital I got t' thinking and I thought it about time I spent a bit more time with my family cos if something really bad were t' happen while I was here in Blighty and I never got to see her again I'd not be able t' live with me self." 

"Well I have to say it'll be strange not seeing you down on the allotment."

"I'm here till Monday and everything will be left in the hands of my solicitor."

"What about all your tools and your things at home?"

"Already gone, Las; but I really wanted to see you before I go. So how about it, Las you fancy having a long on' up y' again?"

"Derrick!" Sarah spoke aghast and blushing.

"Come on, Las I've only got four days before I leave for France; let's get it together for old times sake?"

"I don't think so, Derrick I enjoyed what we did, but I don't think I'll be doing it again."

"Don't say that, Las I'm sure you remember me cock throbbing deep inside y'."

"Stop it, Derrick Allan will be home shortly," she revealed looking up at the clock.

"What time you expecting him then?" He asked.

"In about thirty minutes."

"That's plenty of time for y' t' come on me cock a couple of times, Las," Derrick said shamelessly.

Sarah was shocked with the old man's language, she looked at him saying, "I think you aught go home now, Derrick."

"Do y' really want me to go, Las I have a better idea; why don't y stand up and lift that nice summer skirt up and show me what y' got on underneath?"

"No, Derrick."

"Come on, Las stand up and lift y' skirt," he spoke. But Sarah knew it was more of an order than a request, "Come on, Las you've done it before, don't y' remember; that evening y' opened y' legs for me on the lounge floor and I took you no, that's not quite true is it – I fucked you."

Sarah sat looking at the tabletop not sure of what to do next. Her body was betraying her; the feelings between her legs had intensified through his language and her memories.

"Come on, Sarah hurry up y' wasting time," the old man spoke his voice commanding, "Y' remember don't y' – remember what it was like. I think deep down you want to do it again."




The Allotment Ch. 03



"No," Sarah snapped, "Allen will be back any moment now, we can't and we shouldn't."

"It's not what y' hairy minge is saying is it, Sarah I bet it if the truth were known your little minge box is soaking y' little panties. And it wants a nice hard cock to thrust into it, what y' say, Las come on stand up."

Sarah looked up at the clock – twenty-eight minutes left, maybe, she hesitated.

Derrick looked at her, he watched her look up at the clock – I have her now, I'm going to fuck this little married woman again, excellent.

Again, Sarah looked up at the clock then she stood up and moved away from the table. She turned and faced the old man who was old enough to be her grandfather and lifted up her skirt exposing her frilly silk panties. With her breathing becoming harder and her eyes wide with anticipation, she could feel her excitement grow as she looked at Derrick looking at her crotch.

What will Allen say, she thought as she stood there, again we haven't agreed to do anything.

"That's it, Las you look gorgeous. Now I want y' to take them panties off and come here." The order was subtle but she obeyed and pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She went to him with her panties in hand and he took them from her.

"Good girl, now I want you to take my cock out."

Sarah trembled with anticipation, leaned forward and pulled down the zipper of his trousers. She could feel his large erection as she put her hand in and pulled out his cock. Holding it, she could feel its warmth and hardness while it throbs at her touch.


"That's it girl now I want y' t' sit on it, Las."

What am I doing – why am I doing this. Allen will be home any minute and here I am about to sit on this old man's cock.

She moved forward straddling the old man's legs. Putting a hand between her legs, she moved his cock until it was touching her cunt.

Derrick sat, he didn't move; just let the woman do it all. He felt the touch of her soft folds on his nob – she's going to fuck me, the little bitch can't get enough.

Sarah let go of his cock as she sat down on his lap. His cock slid in easily up into her cunt. She took him all, every inch, every centimetre and gave a low grunt as it slipped inches into her cervix. God he's in me even more than before- no wonder I'm up the duff maybe Allen was right and the kid growing in me wasn't his.

Derrick also gave a low groan as his cock slipped into her. He felt the warmth of her cunt engulf him, felt the slight resistance of her womb, felt it give and his nob end went in – shit does that feel good or what.

Sarah eased off the old man's cock allowing it to slide from her womb and half way out of her cunt and then back down with his cock bedded in her womb again. She rode him like this a few minutes then stops and pushed down into his lap; keeping the cock in her womb she started to thrust backwards and forwards, oh yes, that's it, she thought as she began to ride him.

"Looks like the old codger's cock has come home to roost," he spoke between gasps. God this woman is bloody fantastic I could certainly take her back to France and shag her brains out.

Straight away, she felt her orgasm grow within her cunt. It took form quickly taking her by surprise as she flung her head back, "Ah my lord," she gasped as her body convulsed as the orgasm throbbed on his cock.

"That's a good girl, did you come on me cock?"

"Mm," she moaned in bliss and started thrusting her hips again.

"You like my cock up y' don't y', Sarah?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Does it go right up?"

"Yes I can feel you; you're right up in my womb."

"And do you like that feeling?"

"Oh yes, yes!"

Sarah began to thrust her hips with more vigour, while Derrick grabbed at her tits through her t-shirt. He lifted the shirt up, pulled her bra down over her tits, and stared suckling on each one in turn. Sucking the nipple into his mouth and then chewing on them.

Sarah was in bliss. She thrust her hips faster, she could fill her body once again respond to her lust as an orgasm began to cultivate within her cunt. She could feel his nob end massaging the entrance to her womb as she rocked backwards and forwards, driving her body ever closer to her second release.

"You going to come again, Las?" he quietly asked her. Derrick was feeling the pleasure of his cock buried right up inside this married woman. This woman is the best fuck I've ever had, he thought as he strained against the pressure of his body wanting its release. But he controlled himself fighting back the need to let go and fill this gorgeous woman with spunk.

Sarah continued to force her dripping wet cunt down onto his cock, a cock that was over twice the age of her cunt, a cock stuffed right up into her womb. Sarah gasped aloud, "Oh Lord!"

She was gasping now; with the exertion, sucking in air and making her nostrils flare. Her face flushed red, as was her neck in sexual expectation.

Derrick sat and watched her fuck him. He loved every minute of it. I don't think I could ever get enough of this woman's cunt. He could see she was very close to her second orgasm and she had another ten minutes to go before Allen would return.

"Do y' want it, Las do y' want me t' spunk y', Las?" he asked her as he pulled and twisted her nipples.

"Yes, I want your spunk in my womb," she replied gasping.

"Y' want me t' come with y', Las?" He asked her as he felt his body now demanding its release. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"God I'm going to come again - oh yes!" Sarah cried out.

"You've cuckold your husband, Las what does that make you?" Derrick asked as he placed another hickey on her left breast. She now had two on each breast as they giggled every which way in her attempt to come off on the old man's cock.

"What?" 

He leaned into her neck and spoke into her ear, "You've cuckold your husband what does that make you?" 

"I don't know, what do you mean?" She asked panting orgasm now only moments away.

"What do they call woman who put it about, Las?"

Derrick leaned back and looked at her face. He watched her eyes snap open and look at him. Slowing her movements and trying to control her breathing she said, "Oh – I . . . yes of course a slut!"

"So?" Derrick prompted.

Sarah continued to look into her lover's eyes as the realisation of what he was implying hit her. Here I am sitting on another man's lap with his cock bedded deep in my cervix and I love it, I've become a slut.

The thought made her even more excited; her grip on Derrick's shoulders tightened and she started thrusting with even more vigour. My, God I'm a slut, I'm a woman who puts it about, a slut, I'm a slut. But I'm Allen's slut!

Derrick grunted with bliss as she pushed onto his cock. He could actually feel his nob end slip in and out of her womb. "So, Sarah what does that make you?" He asked again and started sucking on her neck.

"I'm a slut," she gasped, "A fucking slut!" Her body suddenly shook with the words. Her sex was on fire with sexual sensation.

"Who's slut are y', Las are y' my slut?" Derrick asked raising his head from her neck leaving behind a large red hickey.

Sarah made a growling sound as she bucked on the old man's lap, "I'm not your slut, I'm Allen's, I'll only ever be Allen's slut." She revealed.

A voice close to her ear said, "I like you being my slut, Sarah."

She smiled recognizing the voice. She was still humping hard on Derrick's cock when she suddenly realized it was Allen. She looked round to find him standing not four feet away. With a screech, she jumped off the old man's lap and stood up. Her skirt fell back into place covering her nakedness while she tried to pull her bra back over her tits. 

"Allen," she groaned, "I'm so sorry – my, God!" Her face was blushed red with not only sexual excitement but also embarrassment. Tears began to form in her eyes.

Derrick remained silent and seated doing nothing his cock still erect and glistening with Sarah's excretions.

Allen watched her adjust her clothing. He saw the embarrassment and the tears. "Sarah darling I meant what I said."

Blankley she looked at him.

Allen saw the bewilderment on her face and smiled, "I said, I like you being my slut." He went to her, took her into his arms, and pulled her close. He whispered in her ear, "This is what I want; darling I think you do too."

She then kissed his ear and replied, "Only if you do, darling but you must remember I am your slut and no one else's."

"I understand, now don't you think you'd better get back on that old man's cock and finish him off."

Sarah returned to Derrick lifted her skirt and sat back down on his cock. It again slid into her body, going up, again she felt it force it self into her womb and she started bucking in bliss.

Allen went up to her and put his arms around her, cupping her breasts in her bra. He then took her shirt off followed by her bra. He again cupped them and started twigging her nipples. His touch was too much for her and she started to orgasm.

"Oh my, God I'm coming!" Sarah screamed out. Her body jerked and shook with the force of her climax. 

Derrick grunted and then growled as the woman brought him off. He heaved upwards into her and started spurting spunk into her womb.

"Oh yes, I can feel it – spunk me old man spunk me!" Sarah was in ecstasy as her body was awash with sensation while she could feel the hot spurts of sperm hitting her insides.

Allen held onto his wife as she sagged into his arms with a groan of pleasure. He lifted her off Derrick's cock and picked her up. He indicated to Derrick to follow and he carried his wife up stairs to the bedroom where he laid her down on the marital bed. He dropped his trousers and mounted his wife, easing his cock into her spunk-dripping cunt and very quickly added his own. For the rest of that day and for the next four days Sarah became the complete slut. Derrick stayed as their guest until he went back to France.

That first night Sarah had no respite. Fucked in every position the two men in her life could think off. The next day while one man was resting the other was fucking her. The following day her cunt was too sore to do anything so she leant to take spunk on her tongue and swallow it. 

Sarah had become a true slut wife. And she loved the fact that she was pleasing her husband. Many times Derrick tried to get her to admit to being his slut but she always came back saying, "I'm Allen's slut nobody else's.

Allen went with her to the hospital when her waters broke. Sarah gave birth to a lovely daughter (7lb 6oz) and they named her Lucy. Everyone, including the nurses could see that their lovely newborn daughter didn't resemble her parents. Not long, after coming home with Lucy, thes started asking discrete question about their daughter's parentage but the answers didn't end their nagging doubts.

Allen and Sarah were watching TV and Allen spoke to his wife, "Sarah?"

"Yes, darling," she replied looking over at him.

"Are you still my slut?"

She turned back to the television a thin smile on her lips, "Yes."

After a slight pause he asked, "Do you really mean it?"

Sarah looked at the man to see a boy's look of expectation. To her it was a picture of happiness to see a boy with his new toy; she felt ecstatic her inner self completely happy knowing that she was pleasing her man, the man she loved dearly, "Yes, dear I do mean it."

"Mean what?"

Sarah looked him in the eye and replied, "Yes, I am still your slut!"

End



The Allotment



She gasped – cried out, "Oh God!" Her body convulsed in orgasm her climax swarming over her body.

"That's it lass come on my cock, you love it don't you?" Derick spoke panting in her ear as he continued to back away at her hairy minge.

"You like it up you don't you, Sarah?" Derick gasped in his own lust. He could feel her cunt muscles throb on his cock. The wait was worth it, he thought. This woman's minge is so slick, I'm going to have fun with this one.

As he lunged into her, Sarah felt herself pushing back onto his cock.

"Did you like coming on my cock, Sarah?"

"Huh, huh," she whispered sheepishly. She could feel another orgasm growing, nurturing within her cunt.

"Good girl, now I'm going to spunk you, Sarah," Derick grunted and leaned back slightly forcing the rest of his cock up into her cunt.

The thirty one year old wife cried out, "Ah!" She felt her cervix give and the old man's cock slip right into her womb, "Ah!" His right up me, in my womb, she thought. The very thought of being penetrated so deeply brought on another orgasm. Her body went rigid as the orgasm exploded in her minge; then convulsed in time with the intense pleasure throbbing in her cunt.

Derick made short sharp thrusts into her body, his cock so deep into her womb that Sarah could hardly believe. Then he seemed to heave once pull back a fraction then heaves again. Again she felt her womb stretch to accommodate him – then she felt his cock expand then throb.

A guttural cry exploded from her throat as she felt the old man's cock spurt its first shot of hot sperm into her womb, "Ah, oh yes I can feel you!" Sarah pushed back against him; she felt his hands on her hips pulling her back onto his cock while it was pulsating, gushing spunk into her cervix.

Sarah slumped forward onto the bench, she felt him soften. She was breathing as though she'd run the marathon. 

His cock slipped from her cunt and she stood up and turned to face her lover.

Derick picked up her shorts and handed them to her, "You'd better get decent before hubby gets back, we don't want him to suspect anything do we?"

She was in a daze. Nevertheless, managed to smile at him and then pull her panties back into place over her swollen labia. She took her shorts, stepped into them, and made herself look respectable.

Without saying a word she moved to the door unlocked it then opened it, "Can we do it again, girly?" Derick asked as he put his cock away the same cock that had just been in her womb.

Still in a sexual haze, she looked sheepishly over her shoulder. Sarah could still feel her cunt pulsating from the shag she'd just received. 

"I'll think about it," She replied, "I'll let you know tomorrow." It was all she could think of to say as she felt her panties fill with the old man's spunk.

"Okay, can y' tell me though, did I . . . did I spunk you good or what?"

Sarah suddenly thought of her husband. Had he heard her crying out in orgasmic bliss while this sixty eight year old man had taken her, fucked her deeper than she'd ever been. Moreover, leaking from her cunt was his sperm where she could still sense the old man's throbbing cock up in side of her. The feeling was exquisite. 

Sarah looked at the half open door, "Yes, you spunked me good," she replied and walked out of the shed to see her husband walking along the path towards her.

Sarah looked at her husband from across the table, "That's what happened."

"You sound as though you enjoyed it," Allen said with a genuine smile.

"I never thought it would be like it was," Sarah revealed, "its ironic really."

"How so?"

"The fact that an old man thirty years my senior had taken me and given me so much pleasure."

"You enjoyed it them?" Allen asked again.

With a wry smile Sarah replied, "Yes."

"And are you going to allow him to do you again?"

Sarah hesitated. Her panties felt soaked through from the old man's spunk she could feel it against her sex and thighs. "I don't know, I don't want to hurt you, Allen. Derick did ask me if he could see me again but I said I'd let him know."

"Sarah I'm so turned on, look," Allen pulled his cock out and Sarah saw the small cock with its red engorged knob, "I really do need some release."

"Darling I'm so sorry." She said as she got up and went to him dropping to her knees.

"No, sweetie ride me, put it in," he gasped.

She gave him a strange look, "Are you sure you want to do that, I mean, I haven't washed my self."

"Sarah, please do it."

The thirty-one year old housewife drops her shorts, panties, and stepped out of them. Allen saw the wetness around his wife's thighs. Her pubic hair matted with another man's spunk. Looking down as his wife straddles his lap he sees sperm dangling from her cunt and then his cock was sliding into her body. With a groan he feels his wife's slick cunt glide over his cock as she starts to ride him.

"Do you know what turns me on so much?" he said looking up at her.

"No what?" Sarah asks as she too felt the slickness of her cunt and the way his cock glides in and out of her hole. The fact she'd been royally fucked not an hour ago and now she was fucking her husband with spunk still up her cunt was heightening her pleasure to the point where she was near to orgasm.

"That I'm fucking my wife with another man's spunk up her," Allen gasped his own pending orgasm about to explode.

Sarah couldn't believe it; fucked by an old man who made her come on his cock then to come home and fuck her husband with the old man's spunk still in her cunt. Her body convulsed throwing her head back she cried out, "God, I'm coming!"

With a growl of extreme pleasure Allen shoved his small penis up into his wife and shot a deluge of spunk into her cunt. 

Sarah shook and gasped as her climax washed over her body, falling forward and leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. After a few minutes and her breathing had regained some sort of normality she asked tentatively, "You don't mind if I let Derick have me again?"

Allen lifts her upright and looked into her eyes, "No I don't mind but there will be rules."

Sarah kissed him, "I love you, Allen."

"I love you to, Sarah."

To be continued



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