1 comments/ 90804 views/ 16 favorites Shirewood By: tony090909 Martyn Wilcox stared across at the Year Eleven girls playing netball on the outdoor court. Their burgeoning sexuality wasn't entirely lost on him, but as Headteacher they held no real attraction for him. No, he was watching because of the teacher who was taking that class. Susan Davies was twenty-seven years old and had started at Shirewood High School a month ago. She was about five foot six inches tall. Not stunning to look at, but certainly not plain; depending on his mood he would have described her as either attractive or very attractive. She had shoulder length blonde hair and as you might have expected a trim athletic build (not skinny, but nicely toned). Her breasts were one of her finest features. They were quite prominent given her build -- 36D was his guess. Almost certainly not double D. One reason why she had got the job was because her husband, Simon, had taught Geography at Shirewood for seven years. It intrigued, and mildly irritated him that she was married to Simon. A competent, but completely characterless, man who, at an age of forty one, was fourteen years her senior and looked and acted like a man of sixty. Martyn couldn't for the life of him understand what she saw in him. She was an attractive young woman married to a grey middle-aged man. That was the point - did she still see anything in him? To Martyn Wilcox they looked like yet another stale married couple who were stuck in a rut. Inevitably he found himself wondering what their sex life was like. He couldn't imagine Simon ramming it home and drawing cries of ecstasy from her; frankly he didn't seem to have the balls for it. If that was the case then it was a great shame if Susan's wonderful body was going to waste. He guessed that some of his male colleagues also took that view. He'd intercepted their shrewd looks and noted that they behaved towards her in a slightly warmer, friendlier way than was necessary. If she did have an affair with one of the other staff it would be a deep disappointment to him. He was alpha male at this school, the other teachers respected him, feared him even. He took some pride in that. He wasn't bothered about having a friendly relationship with the other staff. He was the man in charge so he had to keep his distance, but he would be prepared to make an exception for Susan. He thought back to that afternoon nine years ago when his wife Angela had come home unexpectedly and caught him in their bed with Mary. The marriage was broken anyway and divorce came as a relief to them both. Mary had been a teacher at the nearby junior school. Her dark gypsy looks, and in particular her long curly black hair had bewitched him and in due course he had found that she had a wonderfully furry pussy. The first time with her had been so memorable. They were parked up in his car on their way back from an education committee meeting. Although she was married he had guessed correctly that she would be receptive to his kisses and caresses. He had tried to slide his hand up her dress, but hadn't been surprised when she stopped him. He had no expectation that she would go all the way on the first occasion, so he'd been quite happy to return his attention to her breasts. Nevertheless he couldn't resist teasing her and saying something about slipping her knickers off. Imagine his surprise then when Mary swore him to secrecy and reclined the car seat. He could still see it vividly in his mind, like some kind of personal blue movie running in slow motion. Mary pulling up that white dress so that it was round her waist. Then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy peach coloured knickers and peeling them down. A forest of black curls had appeared and then she spread her legs in invitation. There had been no foreplay. He pulled his trousers down as quickly as possible, climbed on top of her and thrust wildly at her. She was so wet that his prick sank deep into her with that first push. What a feeling that had been -- the warmth and wetness of her lovely tight slit. His prick hardened as he thought of that first frantic fuck and how Mary had cried with pleasure as he gave a final thrust and emptied his balls into her. Afterwards he had dropped her back home and driven away smiling in the knowledge that she was returning to her husband with his sperm deep inside her. There had followed two months of illicit sex, culminating in that afternoon when Angela had found them. Fortunately Angela wanted a quick and private divorce and, although doubtless there were rumours, the details had not become public. Soon afterwards Mary had moved to another job and nowadays he never saw her, professionally or otherwise. In the intervening years there had been a few women in his life, but lately there was no denying it had been a dry spell. Two weeks later at a parents evening he had taken the opportunity to chat with Susan and see how she was settling in. It confirmed his impression that she was a bright attractive woman who was wasted on Simon. Somewhat to his surprise they got on quite well and the conversation was friendlier than most he had with staff members. He kept running it though in his mind -- perhaps he was reading too much into it, but there did seem to be some sort of connection between them. In normal circumstances it's likely that nothing further would have happened, but then came one of those coincidences that throws up an unexpected opportunity. In the space of three days some anomalies arose in the finances for the geography field trip being led by Simon Davies and a complaint was lodged about Susan behaving inappropriately towards a teenage boy. Martyn would normally have launched a prompt and thorough investigation, but this time he took a special interest and did not delegate any of the investigation, something he might otherwise have done. Within a few days he had proof that Simon was guilty of nothing more than being pretty incompetent at bookkeeping. There was no evidence to support the allegations against Susan and there were several minor details which didn't exactly prove her innocence, but taken together they clearly indicated that her version of events was true. Obviously he could have tied it all up relatively quickly, but it was Friday and he decided to leave taking any action until Monday. He had determined on the best course of action, but he felt that a couple of days delay with Simon and Susan worrying about their jobs might be in his interest. On Monday morning he sent messages that both of them were to report to his office at 4:30pm. The school would be relatively quiet then. The hours can drag by on a Monday at the best of times, but for all three of the participants it seemed to take a long time before 4:30 arrived, but finally Simon and Susan were sat outside the Head's office. Simon looked nervous and even paler than usual. Susan had reassured him that they had nothing to worry about, but inside she felt much less certain. Every teacher had heard of others whose careers were ruined by false and vindictive accusations. Susan was called into the Head's office first and sat facing him. She tried to look calm, but felt very nervous. Martyn gave her a cool appraising look. "I'll come straight to the point. These are serious accusations, but I'm prepared to help you. I can straighten everything out for you and for Simon, but in return I want you to help me." Susan was surprised. There were various things she thought the Head might say, but this wasn't one of them and she didn't really understand it. "Sorry, but what sort of help do you need?" "I want you to come round to my house on Friday evening. You will wear a blouse and skirt, black or red underwear, lace top stockings or hold-ups and high heels. I will undress you and I will make love to you." Even as he said it he realised that this could be the end of his career, but the words were out of his mouth and he couldn't take them back. They stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, the silence emphasised by the chatter of a magpie on the lawn outside. Finally Susan spoke. "What about Simon?" Martyn blinked and had to struggle not to break into a huge grin; it was going to be fine. Simon was scared of his own shadow; taking care of him wasn't a problem. "What about Simon?" he repeated. "Send Simon in and I'll sort him out." Susan hesitated, then rose and went out. Simon looked up and without giving anything away she told him it was his turn to go into the office. Simon closed the door carefully and sat down. Martyn leaned forward in his chair. "I've spoken with Susan and I'm prepared to help you both. I can sort this out for you, but in return you have to bring Susan round to my house on Friday evening." "Bring her round, but what..." "She'll have on a blouse and skirt, black or red underwear, stockings or hold-ups and high heels." Simon was astonished. "But you mean...she's my wife!" "Yes she's your wife and I'm going to fuck her. Either that or you're both out of a job. She's not stupid, she's happy to do it, so you'd better get used to the idea." Simon's shoulders sagged. If Susan had agreed then he didn't see that he had any option but to go along with the plan. His hands twisted nervously in his lap. "Eight o'clock on Friday. Be prompt and don't worry it will all work out fine. I want you to drive her round and wait for her afterwards." * * * * * Seven thirty on Friday. Susan sat in front of the dressing table mirror. She was wearing black knickers embroidered with red roses. She had on a matching semi-transparent bra which only partially hid her prominent nipples and large dark aureole. Simon watched her putting her lipstick on and felt a stirring in his groin. He didn't think he'd ever seen her looking so lovely. The underwear contrasted beautifully with her fair skin and the black lace top hold-ups clung to her toned thighs. He felt a surge of resentment. Susan had surprised him by going out straight after school on Wednesday and coming back with the underwear and hold-ups. He couldn't help feeling jealous, even though he knew she was doing this for his sake. No that wasn't true. He wasn't sure she was doing it for his sake. There was too much care going into her preparations, he couldn't think of a time when she had taken so much trouble for his benefit. Her whole appearance was that of a woman preparing herself for her lover. He knew he ought to challenge her, but was scared of the truths that might be revealed. He was actually rather in awe of Susan. Six years ago he had been surprised when this attractive young woman had accepted his invitation to dinner and their developing relationship had delighted him. Some women look at their best as teenagers, but Susan didn't really blossom until she was in her twenties. At school and university she'd been shy and awkward. It was only now that she was finding her true self. And the truth was that, although there was nothing to really complain about, her life was, frankly, a bit boring. Simon was pleasant but uninspired and in bed he was competent, but unimaginative. She wanted to feel some real passion. At university there had been a couple of fumbling, awkward couplings with randy youths. She knew there had to be to something better than all this. She wanted a man who took her and made her feel desirable, a real woman. It had come as a surprise that the man who actually stirred her feelings was twice her age. Martyn Wilcox was an intimidating man - just over six foot tall, broad shouldered and not carrying any excess weight. She had looked at him and wondered why some men became more distinguished with age, whilst others shrivel and wither. At the first staff meeting she had admired his unchallenged authority as he issued instructions. He wouldn't make love to her diffidently like Simon did, forever asking if it was OK and was he doing it right. He would take her, possess her, fuck her senseless. Well that was what she hoped and tonight she would find out. She stood up and reached a blouse down from its hanger. She slipped it on and fastened the buttons. It was slightly see-through and a quick glance in the mirror confirmed that her black bra showed through it. Normally she would have condemned that as a bit sluttish, but tonight it didn't matter. Next she pulled on a black skirt which went to just above her knees and then slipped on her black high heeled shoes. She checked the effect in the mirror and liked what she saw. It wasn't vanity or arrogance that made her realise she was in her prime; it was just obvious that this was the best she had ever looked. * * * * * Martyn Wilcox watched her getting out of the car and did a quick double take. This wasn't Susan Davies the attractive, but everyday schoolteacher he was used to seeing. This was a more polished, alluring and infinitely more beautiful woman. He hurried to the door and showed them in. Anyone watching would have assumed he was greeting friends who were round for a drink, but Martyn felt a spine-tingling sensation knowing that this attractive young woman would soon be spreading her legs for him. "Go through into the lounge," he gestured with his hand. They went through into a standard suburban living room -- three-piece suite, TV, a bookcase. Through the window the evening gloom almost hid a lawn which sloped down to a fence with farmland beyond. "Sit down, please. Would you like a drink?" "Red wine would be nice," said Susan. "A soft drink for me," said Simon. "I'm driving." They sat in silence while Martyn busied himself in the kitchen. He soon returned and passed the glasses to them. "We'll get straight on to the reason why you're here. Susan what you're wearing is perfect -- you look very attractive. Are those stockings or hold-ups?" "Hold-ups." "Excellent. And what colour are your knickers?" "Black with some red." "Please show me," Martyn said, completely ignoring Simon when he spoke. Susan blushed slightly, then stood up. She raised the hem of her skirt so that first the lace tops to her hold-ups were displayed, then her black knickers. Martyn nodded his approval. The red roses complemented the black colour perfectly, but best of all the lacy front panel gave him a tantalising glimpse of her blonde pubic hairs. "Perfect. Take your wine and head upstairs. You'll see that a bedroom door is open." Once Susan had left the room he turned to Simon. "Wait here. I don't know how long we'll be. You can watch the television if you want -- the remote control is on the coffee table." Having dealt with Simon he left the room and headed upstairs. When he entered the bedroom Susan was stood by the window. The curtains were drawn and the room was illuminated by a shaded lamp in one corner. Martyn admired her afresh. She was half his age, good looking and fate had made her available. Realistically he knew that this would probably be the last time he would experience the pleasure of a young woman's body; unless of course he was prepared to pay for it, and that didn't appeal. No, he was going to make the most of this opportunity. "Take your skirt off," he said. Susan made only the briefest of hesitations, and then fumbled with the zip. To her annoyance her fingers were trembling slightly, but she soon removed the skirt and threw it to one side. "Go on the bed," said Martyn and she slipped her shoes off and climbed on the bed. "Part your legs. And stroke your thighs." Susan spread her legs and used both hands to stroke her inner thighs. "Higher." Both hands moved up and continued with a circular stroking motion, the upper limits of which touched her knickers. "Higher." Susan hesitated, then closed her eyes and slid her right hand upwards and cupped her pussy through her knickers. Her fingers rubbed gently against her knickers, the dampness of the fabric a confirmation of the flow of juices to her love hole. Masturbation had always been a secret pleasure for her and almost forgetting that Martyn was there she slipped one hand inside her knickers and touched her pussy. She was very wet and more aroused than she had been for a long time. Martyn watched entranced. It was as though he had blown a thick layer of dust off an old painting and been confronted with a masterpiece. He had secretly been prepared for tonight to be a failure or simply functional sex with a woman who disliked him and was doing it against her will. But he was unprepared for this -- the most erotic sight he had ever seen. She was playing with her clitoris and sliding one finger in and out of her pussy. "Take your knickers off," he urged her, wanting to have an uninterrupted view of what was happening. Susan duly slid her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, lifted her bottom off the bed, pulled her knickers down and tossed them to one side. Her hands went back to her pussy and Martyn saw the glisten of love juices and heard the sounds of a well-lubricated slit. This wasn't what how he had planned it. He had imagined a slower build-up to allow him to savour the moment, but that was no good, he realised he had to have her. Hurriedly he unfastened his shirt, pulled his shoes and socks off, rapidly followed by his trousers and pants. Naked and with his cock swinging obscenely in front of him he climbed on the bed. Susan moved her hands and in one movement he fell between her legs and thrust his cock into her. Her cunt lips parted easily and Susan cried out as the full length of his hot, hard cock plunged deep inside her. She cried out as he thrust again and again and then suddenly she felt his cock stiffen and swell and there was a massive eruption as his cock jerked inside her and he flooded her with his sperm. He clung motionless to her and for the first time Susan thought of her husband in the room directly beneath them. Simon could indeed hear everything. He couldn't tell what Martyn was saying, but he could easily tell it was him speaking and not Susan. Then there was a short spell where he couldn't really hear anything, until he was rocked back in his chair by an unmistakeable cry from Susan as she was penetrated. Next there was a furious burst of sound as the bed rocked angrily on the floor and then a crescendo of orgasmic noises. Simon had a vivid mental picture of Susan laid wantonly, her eyes shut and her mouth open in a perfect O as Martyn Wilcox came inside her. Involuntarily his hand reached down and touched the prominent bulge in his trousers. His wife had just been fucked by another man and he had listened and been excited by the sounds. Meanwhile Susan felt Martyn's cock gradually shrinking until it slipped out of her. Then there was that familiar sensation as sperm ran out between her legs. "I need a tissue." Martyn rose, pulled a tissue from a box and passed it to her. He let her tidy herself up, but had no intention of stopping after one quick fuck. It might take him a short while to recover, but he had no doubt that given only a modest amount of encouragement he would get hard again. And second time around he would enjoy her body properly. Susan looked around for a bin to place the tissue in, but Martyn took it from her and threw it to one side. She still had her blouse on and he was impatient to get his first look at those lovely breasts. He pulled her back onto the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. Her black bra was duly revealed and he pushed a strap off one shoulder. That enabled him to ease one breast out of its lacy cup. Inevitably his head went down and he began to lick and suck her nipple. He felt a pleasurable stiffening in his groin and pleased at his quick recovery he guided Susan's hand down. Her fingers grasped his slightly sticky cock and as she gently wanked him he became harder. He wasn't fully erect but already he was bigger than Simon. She'd thought that Simon had at best a very average sized cock, but Martyn was large and proud. She knew she could take him and he wasn't so large that he caused discomfort, but he did stretch her. Shirewood Ch. 02 This story includes details of wife sharing/cuckoldry, so please don't read it if that bothers you. * * * * * * Susan Davies blushed much more readily than she would have liked, but on this occasion she had good reason to. She was reaching under her short PE skirt and pulling her knickers down while the Head Teacher watched appreciatively. She felt absurdly like a figure in a naughty schoolgirl scenario, but she was a married woman, twenty-seven years old and a Physical Education teacher at Shirewood High School. Three months ago she had become the Head Teacher's lover. She could have claimed that she had been coerced into doing it, but in truth Susan had been quite happy to give herself to Martyn Wilcox, despite the fact that he was twice her age. It's often said that women are attracted to powerful men and as Head Teacher Martyn was the most powerful man at Shirewood High School. But it wasn't the job title which had attracted her; there was something about him, a strong physical presence, which her husband conspicuously lacked. Now she leaned back against the desk and Martyn's cool blue eyes held hers as he moved in. It was four thirty on an afternoon. The school was quiet, the office blinds were drawn and the door was locked. She parted her legs and his hand slid between her thighs. His fingertips gently explored her pussy lips. Her moist arousal signalled her readiness and Martyn slid a finger deep inside her and was rewarded with a gasp of acceptance from Susan. Feeling her cunt was rewarding, but Martyn wanted more. "Lie back across the desk." Susan hesitated, thought about asking what he had in mind, but realised it was a pointless question. She pushed a couple of items to one side and lay back across the desk. Martyn slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt upwards till it was bunched round her waist. Her sparse blonde pubic hairs came into view and Martyn felt his cock stiffen further. Pushing her legs apart he fell to his knees and his tongue delved into her crease. He loved the taste of her and the way she responded when he went down on her. He found her clitoris and began to tease it. Immediately Susan shuddered and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him further into her. Martyn continued his attentions and within seconds Susan's breathing became more laboured and a series of intensely female gasps came from her lips. It was the most erotic sound Martyn had heard and he gripped her thighs in anticipation. The waves of orgasm swept across Susan and she shuddered against him, unable to cry out because of where they were. As the waves subsided Martyn hurriedly unzipped his trousers. Standing up he took hold of Susan's ankles and placed them against his right shoulder. With her legs together penetration might have been difficult, but she was so wet that he had no problem sliding his cock into her velvety wetness. The position, combined with her naturally tight cunt, meant that his cock was gripped in a vice-like manner and he realised that he wouldn't last long. There was no reason to hold back, especially given the risk they were taking having sex in his office, so it was probably better if he came quickly. He redoubled his thrusting and then gave that final extra deep thrust and surrendered himself to the sensations as he blasted jet after jet of hot sperm deep into Susan's willing cunt. They stayed almost motionless for a while, and then Martyn's prick slid out of its own accord. A flow of sperm trickled from Susan's cunt. Martyn smiled - he thought he had released a heavy load. Susan asked for a tissue and cleaned herself up. "I'd better go - we're taking a risk meeting like this." "Yes, but it was good wasn't it." Susan smiled at him. "Yes it was nice." She kissed him quickly. "Text me. That is if you want to meet again." She smiled as she said this. She knew he wanted more - and he knew that she knew. "Oh yes I want to meet again," he said softly. How could he not want to see her again? He was fifty-four, divorced, past his prime. She was twenty-seven, blonde, good looking. He unlocked the door and without looking back she went out along the short corridor, through the reception area, out of the main doors and headed to the car park. Fortunately no one was around, or so she thought. Tony Hardcastle watched her from the Reception Office, in fact he almost shouted hello, but for some reason he held back. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about her bearing that was different. The way she had walked - eyes down, but wary - was odd for a teacher finishing their working day. He returned to searching for that missing file, but a minute later there was the sound of a door closing, then footsteps and Martyn Wilcox went through reception with a relaxed, almost complacent smile on his face. Our glorious leader looks happy with himself, thought Tony. Nevertheless he had to admit to having a certain grudging respect for Martyn Wilcox; like him or dislike him it was an undeniable fact that he was good at his job. Those thoughts were running idly through his mind, when suddenly the penny dropped - Martyn Wilcox and Susan Davies were having an affair! He froze and went through it again in his mind. Really there was nothing to go on, just the body language of two people - hardly conclusive evidence. But he was confident that he was right. The randy old goat he chuckled. Martyn Wilcox had gone up a notch in his estimation; he'd done well bedding an attractive young woman like Susan. Did her husband Simon know? The fact that Simon was also a teacher at the school added an extra spice to the mix. Tony was thoroughly intrigued - he was going to keep an eye on those two and see whether his suspicions were correct. Smiling quietly he returned to looking for that missing file. * * * * * * Susan pulled the back door shut and entered the kitchen. Simon was probably in the dining room, he often chose this time to mark pupils homework and the dining room table gave him a bit of room to spread out. She shouted hello and went through. Simon looked up from his work. "Netball practise?" "No, I've been with Martyn." "With Martyn?" It was a pointless question, so Susan didn't reply. There was a long pause and it was Simon who cracked first. "Did he...?" In reply Susan took his hand and guided it up her skirt. She may have wiped herself with a tissue earlier, but walking across the car park more of her lover's sperm had leaked out. Simon felt between her legs. Her knickers weren't damp, they were soaking. He slipped his hand inside her knickers and began to finger her cunt, but Susan pushed his hand away. "Not now. I need a shower. If you're good I'll tell you more later." She turned and left the room and seconds later was enjoying the jets of hot water spraying across her. She was amused, but slightly puzzled, by her new role, or roles. With Martyn she was submissive - he called the shots and she didn't argue. With Simon it was the other way round - she was dominant and he had to accept that he was left with the scraps from her relationship with Martyn. In fact he seemed to thrive on it, becoming uncontrollably excited when she described her love making sessions with Martyn. Tonight would be exactly the same. They would undress and get into bed without any hint of desire or longing, but once they were in bed Susan would take the initiative. She would move close to him and quietly ask if he wanted to hear what had happened earlier. Of course Simon would say yes and Susan would reach out and touch his already stiff cock. She then described how Martyn Wilcox had gone down on her. She straddled Simon, guided his cock into her cunt and described how a few hours earlier Martyn's cock had been in there. "He fucked my cunt you know Simon. He pushed his big cock right inside me and gave me a good fucking. It was so hard, and so big, and so nice. Does it turn you on that he fucked me?" "Yes, yes, it does." "That's lucky for me isn't it. Well I guess you had better come. Go on Simon, come inside your wife just like Martyn did, pump your sperm into her two-timing cunt." Simon couldn't help himself. He couldn't deny the excitement of the moment - the intense pleasure and the blazing heat as he came inside Susan - but afterwards there was always the regret that events were outside his control. * * * * * * "Alright, quieten down. Get on with those equations. They're not too difficult and you've got five minutes to make a start, so crack on with them." The class settled to their task and Tony Hardcastle strolled down to the back of the room. He liked that viewpoint because it meant the kids could never be sure whether he was watching them or not, but on this occasion his only motive was because he had just seen Susan Davies heading towards the sports hall. It was nearly two weeks since he'd watched Susan and Martyn from the Reception Office and to be honest there wasn't anything that had definitely confirmed his suspicions. However there had been a couple of occasions when he had intercepted knowing looks between them and, although there were times when he thought he was guilty of an overactive imagination, most of the time he felt his suspicions were correct. He glanced at his watch. "OK, times up. Finish them off for homework and hand them in on Monday." The class bustled around briefly and then were off to their next lesson. He had a free period now. He could wander round to the Sports Hall; he needed to check the timetable for the under-sixteen soccer tournament and now was as good a time as any. * * * * * * Susan hadn't been in the Sports Hall long when she saw two of the sixth-formers sneaking towards the rear storeroom. She recognised them as Ben Keir and Abby Cove. Ben was one of those who didn't have to work too hard at anything - handsome, bright and good at sports, he had a long-suffering girlfriend and that wasn't Abby! She could have shouted to them there and then because it was pretty obvious what they had in mind, but she hesitated and in a moment they were through the door and out of sight. They were both eighteen and a few more weeks and they would have finished with school. Should she leave them to it? She smiled inwardly - nowadays she was getting quite forgiving of sexual misconduct. Of course she ought to keep an eye on them and make sure they weren't doing anything really bad. Pupils didn't realise that the rear storeroom was partly overlooked by a gallery floor which was locked and only accessible to a few staff, and she had a key in her pocket. Susan headed for the rear stairs and went up to the gallery room door. Quietly and carefully she unlocked it and went inside. She crept across the floor, but it was concrete and made no giveaway creaks. Reaching the far end she looked through the tell-tale panel. Nothing was visible, but she could hear sounds off to the left. She moved to the corner and peered through a hole. Her eyes were still adjusting to the dim light, but she could clearly see Ben and Abby stretched out on a pile of gym mats. They were kissing enthusiastically and Ben's right hand was working away happily beneath Abby's T-shirt. Suddenly Ben pushed her T-shirt up and her bra was already unfastened, so her breasts bounced into view. Obviously Susan had seen a lot of naked schoolgirls at shower time and never even remotely got a thrill from it, but the context here was completely different. This was sex, pure and simple, and Susan had to admit that Abby had lovely tits - full, firm and ripe. She found herself willing this handsome couple to go further - she wanted to see more. There was certainly no risk of them stopping. Within seconds Ben's hand slid up the inside of Abby's thigh and soon afterwards a black thong travelled downwards and was carelessly thrown to one side. Next he pushed her skirt up round her waist and with a start Susan realised that Abby's cunt was completely shaven. It looked like a little peach - ripe and juicy. Should she shave for Martyn she wondered, she was willing to bet that he would like it. Now Ben was fingering her cunt and Abby gasped with pleasure. At the same time she reached across and pulled his zip down. Susan couldn't help herself - she needed some relief. She slid her hand inside her knickers and slipped a finger into her cunt. Get his prick out, she urged Abby mentally, I want to see it. If there was one thing that turned Susan on it was the sight of an erect cock. Abby duly obliged drawing a very erect prick out from his boxer shorts. Nice, very nice thought Susan, you're a lucky girl Abby. I've never watched anyone fuck she thought and slid a second finger in to join the first. Then she froze. There was a sound from behind her! She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck and slowly, cautiously she turned her head. Tony Hardcastle the young Maths teacher was stood there with an amused expression on his face. Susan suddenly realised she still had a hand in her knickers and hastily withdrew it. They faced each other in silence for a moment, then there was a cry. Susan knew straight away what it was - it was the cry Abby gave as Ben slid his prick into her welcoming cunt. Tony must have heard it, but he said nothing. Instead he put a finger to his lips, signalling Susan to remain silent, and then he stepped forward. He looked through the hole and saw Ben thrusting away between Abby's eager thighs. Now he turned away and moved Susan so that her back was against the side wall. She opened her mouth to say something, but Tony put a finger to her lips. He pulled her T-shirt up so that her bra was exposed and carefully, but confidently he reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Pushing that up and out of the way he exposed her tits and lowered his head to kiss and suck them. Susan remained frozen like a statue, torn between telling him to stop and surrendering herself to the sensations. She felt hopelessly out of her depth and realised that she was a prisoner to events; she wasn't going to stop Tony - whatever would happen would happen. Still kissing and suckling her tits Tony slid his right hand inside her knickers. Susan parted her legs and he explored a beautiful warm, wet slit. She's ready, thought Tony, don't give her time to back out. He stepped back a fraction and unzipped his trousers, taking his cock out and making sure that Susan could see it. God she looked gorgeous - big saucer-like eyes, T-shirt rucked up with her breasts exposed. He moved in and pulled her knickers to one side. The height difference made it difficult, but she was very wet and with a couple of thrusts he was inside her. The awkward stance didn't even register with him. He didn't care, he was fucking Susan Davies. Well Mr Wilcox he thought she may have been your lover, but she's mine now, it's my cock that's fucking her cunt. Susan had given the faintest of gasps when she was penetrated, but now they fucked in silence. The only sound was the odd gasp and groan from the young lovers fucking energetically in the room below. Somehow the fact that they couldn't make any noise only intensified the experience for both Susan and Tony. They had to keep the normal sounds of sex bottled up and this made the physical sensations more powerful. Tony would have loved to fuck her normally, in a bed in a more leisurely fashion, but surprisingly enough this was actually more intense and more exciting. Susan felt Tony's cock stiffen and swell inside her, then it jerked and jerked as he fired what felt like a river of sperm into her. They clung together for a moment, then Tony kissed her once, deeply and passionately, and they separated. He pulled her knickers back into place across her pussy and zipped his trousers up. Susan fastened her bra and pulled her T-shirt down. Tony turned and left the gallery room. Susan stood there, half-dazed for a moment. The door had closed behind Tony and the building was perfectly quiet. She took a couple of steps and stared into the storeroom. It was deserted; Ben and Abby must have left without her hearing them. Susan left the gallery room and locked the door behind her. Her immediate reaction was to worry about Martyn's response if he found out about her and Tony Hardcastle. She was certain he would resent it and harbour a grudge against both her and Tony, and in the confined atmosphere of a school that could be a very tricky, if not disastrous, situation. Further thoughts were interrupted by a more immediate concern. Tony's sperm was trickling out of her; it had soaked her knickers and was now starting to run down her thighs. She would have to go tidy herself up and the staff changing room was close at hand and the obvious place to go. Fortunately there was no one about so Susan unlocked the door, slipped into the loo, slid the bolt behind her and wiped her thighs and pussy. It was all right for men she thought, they dump a load inside you and then leave you to clean up. And Tony had pumped a full load into her. It came back to her in vivid detail - Tony's cock thrusting up inside her, the cool, rough concrete of the wall rubbing against her arse and the pent-up desire to cry and moan which she had to suppress. Tony had come very quickly and that had left her high and dry. On the one hand she was frustrated by her lack of an orgasm, but it had been wildly exciting. She couldn't deny that Tony was a good-looking young man and she had enjoyed it. In fact she wished it had lasted longer, how sweet it would have been if they had come together. She thought of a mutual orgasm and her hand slid between her thighs. Her pussy was still very wet and she slid a finger in and out of the entrance - a few minutes ago Tony's cock had been there. Her finger found her clitoris and she began to rub with a circular motion. Her rubbing became faster and then her legs locked in front of her, her thighs clamped tight around her hand and she gave a series of fast shallow gasps as the waves of an orgasm swept through her. That had been nice, very nice, but she was going to be late for the next lesson. Hurriedly she pulled her knickers up, flushed the loo and left the cubicle. To her alarm she almost collided with Julie Turner the head of the Sports Department. "Are you all right Susan? I could hear noises - you sounded unwell." Susan blushed. "It's just a bit of stomach ache, but I'm okay now." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm fine, but I've got a lesson and I'd better hurry so excuse me, but I'll have to go." Avoiding eye contact Susan hurried away. Did Julie realise what she'd been doing? Perhaps not, but there had been a hint of a smile on Julie's lips, a suggestion of amusement in her eyes. Susan had a sinking feeling in her stomach - she was pretty certain that Julie knew what she'd had been doing. That was bad enough, but it raised the even more worrying question that Julie might know why she had been doing it. Shirewood Ch. 03 Simon Davies is 41 and teaches at the same school as his wife Susan who is 27. With his knowledge and permission Susan is having an affair with the head teacher, Martyn Wilcox. * * * * * * "What is it about Susan Davies that men find so attractive?" Julie Turner asked Tony Hardcastle. Puzzled he turned to look at the Head of the Sports Department. Through his involvement with the boy's under-sixteen soccer team he'd had some contact with Julie and they'd got on reasonably well, but this was an unexpected (and unwanted) question. They were stood at the edge of the hockey pitch watching a match which was being refereed by Mrs Davies. Five days ago in a quiet corner of the sports hall he had fucked Susan and until now he thought that no one knew. Was Julie hinting at something? If she was it was very unwelcome. He was only twenty-four, a junior member of staff and he'd fucked another teacher whose husband taught at the same school and more importantly he believed that Susan was having an affair with the head teacher, Martyn Wilcox. It had the potential to go badly wrong - what was that saying - you don't shit on your own doorstep. He raced through possible replies, but settled for something bland and non-committal. "What do you mean?" Julie gave him an amused glance. "I know what men are like, so don't deny it. I've seen you all sniffing round her like randy dogs; anyone would think she's a bitch on heat. But don't worry, as far as I know you and Martyn Wilcox are the only ones who've had her." Tony gave an involuntary start; she did know! He looked at Julie afresh - she was thirty-three, fit, with medium length dark hair and reasonably attractive, but that hadn't stopped her husband leaving her a year ago in very acrimonious circumstances. Perhaps she had a grudge against all men and was going to take some of her anger out on him. "And what do you plan to do with that knowledge?" he asked her quietly. "Well I thought you might like to come round to my house on Friday evening, have a glass or two of wine and then have a very pleasant fuck." Tony gave another involuntary start. Was Julie mad? She didn't have to blackmail him in order to get him to have sex with her, he'd be more than happy to oblige. * * * * * * "Slap me!" "What?" Go on, slap me. Spank my arse." Tony drew his hand back and slapped Julie's arse. There was a loud crack and a red mark appeared on her backside. It was Friday evening and Julie was on all fours on her bed while Tony fucked her from behind. Julie was a very forward and very demanding lover, and now it seemed she wanted spanking. "More. Do it again." Tony slapped her again, and again. A charge like electricity ran through his body. He'd never spanked a woman before and now an attractive woman was crouched before him in that most submissive of poses. His hand cracked down again and Julie gave an intensely feminine, near orgasmic yelp. Raw sexual energy surged through him, then suddenly he was gasping and groaning as an orgasm overwhelmed him. He pumped sperm into Julie's welcoming cunt and they collapsed on the bed. They lay for a minute, Tony still struggling to gather his breath, while Julie watched him with an amused smile. "That will do for now, but you will have to perform again later." "Sorry," said Tony. "That was too exciting - there was no way I could hold back." Julie lay back and stared at the ceiling. "You never answered that question of mine - what's so special about Susan Davies? Why do men find her attractive? She's good looking, but not stunning, and she's quiet and rather shy, she's not flirty or a tease. It's not as if she dresses to attract attention, so what does attract men to her?" Tony looked thoughtful. "Pardon me asking Julie, but are you jealous of her?" "No, I don't think so. I mean I work with Susan and I like her, but I genuinely don't understand why all the men seem to home in on her. Come on you've fucked her, what is it about her?" "I must admit when you asked me the other day it did make me think, because there's no denying that she's more attractive than you might at first glance expect." Tony propped himself up on one elbow and began to stroke the inside of Julie's thigh. "I think there are two main reasons. Firstly she's twenty seven and she's married to someone in their forties, and let's be honest Simon's weak as piss - she's wasted on him." Julie nodded her agreement. "Secondly there's a youthful naivety about her. She blushes so easily - it's sweet. But she's got a body that was meant for sex - she's fit and toned, and she's got world class breasts. On the surface she seems so prim and proper, but you look at her body and hope that there's a hidden, dirty side to her." "Well it seems our Headmaster has found her hidden side. I wonder how long it's been going on for; I don't think Susan is so prim and proper, I think she's a bit of a surprise package." "You've room to talk," says Tony. "Your invitation surprised me - why were you so forward?" "That's easy," said Julie. "I'm making up for lost time. I met my husband when I was seventeen, I was a virgin and I was completely faithful for fifteen years of marriage and I thought he was. So I was shattered when I found out that as his business had prospered his confidence had increased and he started to prey on young girls in the office. There were always young women keen to impress the boss and it turns out that he'd bedded several of them." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Enough talking, are you ready for more?" she reached out and cupped his balls. * * * * * Martyn Wilcox eyed Julie Turner with an uneasy feeling. There was definitely something different in her manner towards him these last few weeks and the obvious worry was she knew about his affair with Susan. Tonight he'd had no option but to share a taxi home with her and she was slightly drunk and dangerously talkative. He was relieved when they got to her house without incident. Then he groaned inwardly when she told the taxi to wait and asked Martyn to see her to the door safely. He could hardly refuse and a minute later was unlocking her front door. "There you are," he said opening the door wide and holding the key out for her. "Step inside a moment please. I get nervous going into the house late at night on my own." That seemed plausible so Martyn stepped into the hallway, looked round and flicked on the light. Julie pushed the door shut and turned the light off. "Don't look so alarmed. I'm not going to eat you. In fact I'm going to invite you to a private party here next Saturday. Mr Hardcastle is coming and I'd like you to bring your girlfriend." "What girlfriend?" he croaked. * * * * * "I don't know how I've let you talk me into this Julie, but thanks anyway." "I'm glad you agreed. I hoped you would - after all why should we leave it to the men to make all the running and do all the picking and choosing - it's about time we were in charge." Susan nodded her agreement. They were stood in Julie's kitchen and were making the last arrangements as the men were expected in a few minutes. "I'm still surprised that you suggested a foursome. What made you think of that?" "A while ago one of my girlfriends asked if my ex and I would be interested in wife swapping. I was shocked and said no without really thinking about it, but the thought kept coming back into my head. Then came the big bust-up with my husband and the idea disappeared. When I realised there were four of us it seemed too good an opportunity to miss - I'm making up for lost time and doing some of the things I didn't have the courage or chance to do in the past." There's no time to say anything else because the doorbell rang and they went to let Tony in. Seconds later Martyn Wilcox pulls up on the driveway and it's his turn to kiss each of the women on the cheek; he hands over a bottle of red wine and some flowers he's brought. Drinks are poured and they sit in the lounge. There is some small talk, but then Julie speaks. "I think we need to be clear about a few things from the start just to make sure there's no confusion. Firstly nothing happens without the other persons consent; if anyone says no that has to be respected." This is met by nods of agreement. "Secondly there's no touching during the meal; I've gone to a fair bit of trouble with the food and I'm not having it wasted, so control yourselves - don't be impatient. Finally, and most importantly, there's no talking shop. I know we're all teachers, but tonight I'm really not interested in curriculum changes and the discipline problems with some of the Year 9 girls." That breaks the ice nicely and everyone relaxes. However it isn't long before Julie asks them to go through to the dining room. Once they're in there she asks Susan to go through into the kitchen and help her with the starters. Of course she doesn't really need any help because they're already prepared. Instead Julie helps Susan to slip off her navy blue dress and then Susan helps Julie remove her red dress. That leaves Susan in a turquoise bra and pants set, white lace-topped hold-ups and navy blue high heels. Julie is wearing a black bra and pants outfit, inset with some purple details, a black suspender belt, seamed black stockings and black high heels. As agreed they each slip a chef's apron over the top. This partly hides their state of undress, but there is still a gratifyingly surprised and delighted reaction from the men when they enter. Starters are put in place and there is an element of striptease as the aprons are removed to reveal the jewels underneath. "So that's why you were so insistent on no touching during the meal," says Tony with a wry smile. "A wise precaution," Martyn adds approvingly. "Even so I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my hands to myself." "As I said, be patient - it'll be worth it," says Julie with a cool, but tempting smile. I'm sure it will Martyn thinks. The last few years had been pretty barren sex-wise, but tonight he was looking forward to the pleasure of two attractive young women. The only fly in the ointment was the presence of Tony Hardcastle; he was sure his fifty-four year old body would look decrepit next to Tony's and he was distinctly worried that in terms of sexual stamina he'd come a poor second. He was determined not to drink too much; he didn't want to be sagging when it was time to perform. For his part Tony was looking at the two women with quiet masculine satisfaction. I've fucked both of these women and before tonight is over I'm going to fuck both of them again. He would be more than happy to do Julie again, but he was really focused on giving Susan a good fucking. That occasion in the Sports Hall had been memorable, but all too brief. Tonight he was going to savour her body. She really did look gorgeous in that turquoise underwear - her nipples and prominent dark aureole showed clearly through the lacy material. Julie saw his gaze lingering on Susan, but shrugged off a twinge of jealousy. Tonight was going well. The food had been good and she'd designed the dessert as an introduction to the main purpose of the evening. "Susan could you help me with the dessert?" They went through into the kitchen, put the plates down and nodded in agreement. They hooked their thumbs into the waistband of their knickers and pulled them down and tossed them to one side. Their eyes met and they giggled like conspiratorial schoolgirls. "Ssh," said Julie. "Don't let them hear. You pick up the fruit salad I'll take the cheesecake." Julie led the way into the dining room and they stood side by side and faced the men. "What would you like cheesecake or fruit salad?" Both men stared. "Good god," said Martyn and gulped. His eyes were locked on two shaven pussies. He swallowed again. Perhaps it was a generational thing, but this was the first time he had ever seen a shaven pussy. Of course he'd seen photos, but he'd never seen one in real life before. Susan looked so tempting, her sex so wonderfully exposed. Her pubic hairs were naturally rather sparse, but now her pubic mound was a smooth, welcoming bulge. "Fruit salad," he said and Susan put the bowl down on the table. Martyn reached in and picked out a strawberry. He looked at Susan. "Press your breasts together." She applied pressure from the sides and Martyn balanced the strawberry on her cleavage. He pulled her closer, then buried his head in her chest, licking and sucking vigorously at her breasts. Susan reached past him and picked a grape from the bowl, she slipped it into the entrance to her cunt and rolled it round. Martyn realised she was doing something between her legs and pulled his head away from her breasts so he could see. Susan popped the grape into his mouth and he tasted the mix of fruit and cunt. "Would sir like some cream?" Julie asked, a dollop at the tip of her right index finger. While all the attention was on Susan she had removed her bra and now she took the cream and smeared it on an erect nipple. She sat on Tony's lap and reached up and offered a cream tipped nipple to him. Now it was his turn to lick and suck at a ripe breast. Meanwhile Martyn was very clear what must come next. He was desperate to know what going down on a bald cunt would be like. He led Susan over to the settee, laid her down and thrust his head between her legs. The smooth, soft, almost baby-like flesh, the taste of love honey - it was completely intoxicating. His tongue probed into Susan's welcoming slit drawing gasps of pleasure from her. Once he moved on to her clit the pressure really built up and in another minute Susan was bucking violently as an orgasm ripped through her. Martyn couldn't contain himself any longer; hurriedly he pushed his cock into Susan's cunt, gave a few deep thrusts, then groaned and emptied his balls inside her. Too fast, too fast he thought, I've come too quickly, but it had been oh so sweet! With Julie sat on his lap riding his cock Tony had a clear view of Susan being pleasured by Martyn. It excited and annoyed him in equal measure. The excitement was easy to understand - she looked fantastically sexy. The annoyance was because he wanted to fuck her and he wanted her now. I'll just have to be patient he thought and redoubled his thrusts into Julie's silky depths. God this woman is so wet her love juices are running down and soaking my balls. He reached down and ran his finger round the slippery surrounds of Julie's cunt, then carefully, but quite forcefully he rammed his finger up her arse. It was as though he'd pressed a button. Julie cried out, arched her back, then twitched fiercely as an orgasmic wave swept through her. It was too much for Tony and he gave a last couple of thrusts then clamped his mouth tight against Julie's and surrendered to the sensations as his cock jerked and jerked firing sperm into Julie's welcoming cunt. It had been quite an opening, but everyone knew there was meant to be more. Again Julie took charge saying it was time for a rest, she was going to pop to the loo then she'd bring more drinks through. Susan waited for her turn then took her handbag to the loo. Once she was seated she took out her mobile phone and tapped out a text message. I'm naked, my tits are tingling, I've just been fucked and my pussy is full of another mans cum. Luv. Susan. xxxxx She smiled, pressed the Send button and returned to the kitchen. "Would you like a hand with those drinks?" she asked Julie. "Please. And when we go back, would you like to sit with Tony and I will try my luck with Martyn." Susan smiled. "No problem," she said. They returned to the lounge and relaxed. Julie was very happy, so far so good she thought and there's plenty of time for it to get better. She waited a few minutes then decided it was time to return their thoughts to sex. "So Martyn do you like a shaven pussy?" "Yes I do." Martyn smiled. "I like it very much." He reached out and ran his fingertips lightly across Julie's pubic mound. "Though there's certainly nothing wrong with a nice bush." His middle finger probed gently between Julie's cunt lips, teasing her slit and causing his penis to stir. "Just out of interest, whose idea was it for you both to shave?" "It was Susan's," said Julie. "Really," said Martyn and he turned to Susan. "What a lovely idea - what prompted it?" "Oh I happened to see that one of the girls had shaved her pussy and it occurred to me that it might be a nice surprise for you." "How right you were," said Martyn, naturally assuming that she'd seen it in the school changing rooms, little realising that Susan had seen that shaven pussy as she stood voyeuristically in the shadows and moments before a young man plunged his stiff prick into it. Susan was aware of a fresh flow of her juices and could see that the conversation was having the desired effect - both men were becoming erect again. "Why don't you both kneel with your elbows on the settee," said Martyn. "I think that would be quite a sight." "What do you think Susan?" Julie asked. "I'd be happy to do that," smiled Susan. "I like a big cock fucking me from behind." The two women knelt with their elbows on the settee. Martyn loved that most submissive of poses where a woman presents her cunt and ass and allows the man to take his pleasure. It was time to experience a new woman and he pressed his cock against Julie's cunt. One smooth thrust and she yielded to the rigid arrogance of his prick. At the same time Tony penetrated Susan. Now the room was full of the sounds of sex. Flesh on flesh, the women gasping and groaning as their cunts were pounded. The men lost in the heady sensation of fucking an unfamiliar cunt. Both women came but the men ploughed on, fucking away. Then Tony buckled and cried out, his prick jerking as he pumped sperm deep into Susan. Martyn redoubled his efforts and seconds later Julie pushed back against him and smiled as she felt the lovely warm wet feeling as Martyn emptied his balls inside her. They slumped together on the floor. Julie smiled - her plan to make up for lost time was going very well. * * * * * * Simon looked away from the TV and picked up his mobile phone. It was after midnight and he knew the text could only be from Susan; it would be the second of the evening. Am leaving soon. Hav two mens cum in my married pussy. Love. Susan. xxxxx Simon felt his penis stiffen pleasurably. Earlier that evening he had carefully shaved his wife's pussy, even though she had been quite emphatic that he would not be able to experience its delights until she returned from her night out. Finally his patience was about to be rewarded and he would soon have his cock inside his wife while she described in explicit detail how two men had just fucked the cunt he was now enjoying. Shirewood Martyn pushed her head downwards and she took the hint and slid down the bed. She licked the tip of his cock, and then paused to remove a hair. Once that was gone she returned to her task. At first she only took the head of his cock into her mouth, but then she tried to take it all, which she found difficult. Looking down the bed Martyn loved the sight of her blonde hair bobbing up and down between his legs. He would have happily come in her mouth, but being inside her would be even better. "Enough," he said. "Climb on top." He laid back on the bed and Susan positioned herself above him. She took hold of his cock and placed it against her love hole. Then slowly and carefully she lowered herself onto him. The mixture of her juices and his remaining cum provided ample lubrication and soon their pubic hairs were meshed together. Martyn pushed her blouse off, then unfastened her bra and pulled it away. Her breasts spilled free and he reached up and revelled in the soft, firm weight. His hands fell away and Susan leaned forward and dangled her tits in front of his face. He lunged forward and latched onto one of them, at the same time thrusting his hips upwards, so that each movement brought a sharp gasp from her. "Do you like that?" "Yes," she gasped. "What do you like?" "I like having you inside me." Martyn thrust harder drawing a loud gasp. "Say it again, but be more explicit." Susan stared at him. Talking dirty had never been on the menu with Simon, but now she dared to say it. "I like having your cock inside me." "Good. Where do you like having it?" Susan hesitated. She had never used the C word and she couldn't bring herself to use it now. "Inside me. Inside me," she babbled. Martyn's hand slapped down on her backside, making her yelp and jump. "No good," he growled. Susan's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Again there was the crack of flesh on flesh. Susan yelped. "I like having your cock in my cunt." "Louder," he demanded, slapping her backside once more. "I like having your cock in my cunt!" she yelled. Excited by the language she was using and the cock she was riding Susan began to shake as an orgasm racked through her. Martyn thrust even harder. "Come. Go on, come. Make a noise," he urged her. Susan bucked and shrieked as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt swept through her body. It was as though every sensation was centred on the prick that was fucking her cunt. She yelled and screamed as she came. Downstairs Simon groaned and fired a jet of hot sperm across the carpet. Susan collapsed against Martyn and gently he eased her to one side. He turned her onto her side and slotted into place behind her. His cock was pointed at her cunt and he positioned it against her wet entrance. Susan sighed as with one slow, smooth thrust he pushed back inside her. He reached round and caressed her breasts feeling her nipples responding to his touch. Martyn eased their position slightly so that he could reach round and suck on her nipple. All the time his cock moved between her legs. "Turn over," he told her. "I want to take you from behind." Susan went on her hands and knees and Martyn knelt behind her. "Go down on your elbows." Susan duly obliged and Martyn drank in a scene of erotic perfection. The rounded curves of her firm backside drew his eye to the cleft between her legs. Her cunt lips were gaping and glistened with a mixture of her juices and his cum. Her sparse blonde pubes were matted and damp with their lovemaking. Again his prick slid into her. Again Susan cried out. He loved the depth of penetration with this position, the feeling that he was drilling into her core. He built up a steady rhythm, fucking her with long, deep strokes. Susan began to breathe very heavily. Martyn thrust harder making her gasp and push back against him. At the same time she was grinding her hips against him. Her breathing became more laboured, her gasps louder. "Do you like that?" Martyn asked. "Yes, yes. I like your big cock fucking me from behind." Martyn realised that he was going to come soon, so he reached between Susan's legs and found her clit. As soon as he started to rub that her movements became more excited and feverish. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and soon a massive shudder ran through Susan's body, she arched her back and cried out. That was enough to take him over the top and Martyn gave a final extra deep thrust and groaned as a sensation so exquisite that he didn't know whether it was pleasure or pain overtook him. Susan felt his prick jerk and jerk inside her and the warm wet feeling as he emptied his balls deep inside her cunt. They collapsed on the bed and lay unmoving, both of them letting their senses recover. Finally Susan spoke. "I'd better go to Simon." She dressed quickly and Martyn slipped his clothes back on. As she was about to leave the bedroom he grabbed her arm. "Wait. I want a reminder of how special that was." He knelt at her feet and reached up her skirt and removed her knickers. Smiling he placed them in his pocket. "There, now you can go back to your husband." Feeling exposed and half-naked Susan headed downstairs to the waiting Simon. At the front door Martyn thanked them for coming round as though it had been some sort of routine social visit. He watched them get in the car and drive away. The journey passed in silence, but as soon as they entered their house Simon turned to Susan. "Are you alright?" In reply she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the kitchen floor. She walked over to the kitchen table and bent over with her elbows resting on it and then parted her legs in invitation. "Now it's your turn." Simon was stunned. She hadn't been wearing any knickers and now she was brazenly offering herself to him. The high heels and lace top hold-ups emphasised the perfect shape of her legs. Her trim backside jutted out at a provocative angle as she presented her love hole to him. Her pubic hairs glistened with love juice and her cunt lips were gaping from the fucking she had just received. Simon unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. He wished he had the strength to say no and tell her how much he disapproved of her shameless behaviour, but he couldn't. It was almost as if he had no choice in the matter - he had to fuck her.