2 comments/ 169019 views/ 10 favorites The Hidden Side of Mrs. B By: eronoire Linda Bauer took one last look around to make sure there was nothing left to do. Confident the place was ready, she collapsed on the secondhand sofa with a sigh. It was a lot of work transforming Art's basement den into a cozy little Mother-in-Law apartment. She knew it was hard for her husband to give up his little oasis, but they needed the money. The opening of the new retail superstore just outside town was cutting into business at Art's appliance store and with Art Jr. in college, something had to be done to make ends meet. After selling the pool table last month, the place was pretty bare anyway; converting it into a rental was just the next sensible step. It already had a full bathroom, a small kitchenette, and a separate side-entrance, so there really wasn't much to do. They already had a garage full of old furniture and Art picked up a cheap but decent second-hand bed at a yard sale.. As Linda surveyed the main room, she caught sight of the clock above the sink. "Seven o'clock already," she gasped. She dashed through the door and upstairs to find Art. He was where he usually was on Saturday evenings, sitting in front of the TV with a can of beer in his hand. "Art honey, Derek will be here any minute. Would you mind turning off the TV?" Art grunted and snapped off the television. "Alright,: he grumbled. "But if this little snot so much as tries to haggle over the rent, he can take his ass somewhere else." "Please Art – he's no little snot, he's Eileen and Marty Cullen's boy and you've known him since the day he was born." Linda understood he was worried about his business, but she hoped he wouldn't give the boy a hard time. He was the only son of her best friend Eileen and it was a stroke of luck that he just happened to be looking for a place to live. He was taking a year off from college to earn a little tuition money by working a construction job in town. Linda heard the sound of a car out front and peeked out the curtains just in time to see Derek climb out of an old yellow VW bug. At first she wasn't sure if it was him. She hadn't seen him in over a year and remembered him as a skinny kid with a buzz cut. However, the person walking up the front steps, was a tall, strapping young man with a longish mane of wild dark hair. Linda greeted him at the door with a hug and a peck on the cheek. "My word Derek, you're all grown up! That year of college has certainly changed you!" "I think the three weeks I've been hanging drywall has changed me even more," he smiled and patted his flat stomach. "So, I guess you probably want to see the place," Art yelled from the kitchen. After a nod and a quick handshake from Art, the three of them made their way to the basement. At the apartment door an anxious Linda momentarily fumbled with the key before getting it open. "Here it is," she gushed. Derek surveyed the room while Art sulked impatiently in the doorway. "Wow, this place is great! How much were you thinking of charging?" "Five-hundred a month," Art barked. Linda shot him an icy glare. Since Derek was practically family, they agreed they were going to charge him $375. She figured Art - still bitter about having to give up his beloved den - was trying to sabotage things. "It's a deal," Derek replied. "I'll pay the first two months in advance. Art seemed more surprised than anyone as Derek opened his wallet and peeled off ten crisp one-hundred dollar bills. After giving him the keys, Art filled him in on the house rules. "No overnight guests, no parties, no smoking, no loud music." Derek agreed and left with the promise that he would move in the following day. Satisfied that they had found someone they could trust, Art went back to his TV, and Linda rewarded herself with a nice warm soak in the tub. Linda found baths arousing and hatched a plan to loosen her grumpy husband up a little. Their sex life had never been sizzling, and since Art's business had been suffering it had been non-existent. It must have been at least three months since they'd made love. However, Linda was confident she could stir something in him tonight. Maybe that thousand bucks burning a hole in his wallet will improve his mood, she mused as she stepped out of the tub. As she toweled herself off in front of the full-length mirror, she dropped the towel and took a critical look at herself. Not too bad for an old gal, she mused. Time and gravity had been kind to Linda's body. Granted she wasn't as lean and nubile as her days as Captain of the Pikeville High Cheerleading Squad, but she thought she had held up better than most women her age. Her breasts were still firm and perky and the few extra pounds she carried on her butt and hips gave her a nice hourglass figure. Besides, men liked a nice round behind on a woman, or so she'd heard. Only the subtle laugh lines around her eyes and mouth betrayed her age. Although, she had recently had her light brown hair lightened and stylishly cut, she still looked like the small-town wife and mother that she was. Linda retrieved the towel from the floor, wrapped herself up in it and made her way down the hall to the bedroom. Eagerly, she opened the top drawer of her vanity and pulled out her new acquisition – a lacy, red camisole she purchased from the Victoria's Secret catalogue which her hairdresser Marge had lent her. She ordered it on a whim months ago and was waiting for the right opportunity to wear it. Her instincts told her that tonight was the night. As she slipped it on, Linda thanked God for mail order; she would never have the nerve to walk into a shop and purchase something so daring. Clearly this was a garment made for illicit purposes. Why else would it have snaps on the crotch? Once she had it on, Linda shivered with anticipation. "A little bit of war paint and I'll be irresistible," she said aloud to her reflection. She took a seat at her vanity and carefully applied her makeup: glossy red lipstick, eyeliner, and just a touch of rouge on her cheeks. As she the final touches, the bedroom door opened. "What's goin' on," Art asked. Linda knew from the bleary look in his eyes that he was drunk. He had no doubt been dipping into the liquor cabinet. "Art honey," Linda whispered, rose from the chair and slowly walked toward her husband. "I thought we could make love tonight." He chuckled and crudely swatted her butt. Linda hoped he would be a bit more tender but was encouraged that he was receptive. "Damn – you're all tarted up like one o' them slutty high school kids I see at the mall," he growled, and angrily smeared her lipstick with the palm of his hand. "Please Art," she pleaded. "Don't be crude! I-I want this to be special." "What the hell are you wearin'" he snorted while stepping back to take a better look. The way he eyed her made Linda feel dirty, and she instantly regretted the ill-thought attempt at seduction. What was I thinking, she wondered as she watched her husband sneer at her attire- beads of sweat dripping down his balding head, his beer gut shaking under his t-shirt. "I-I'm sorry Art. I don't know what I was thinking," she said with tears welling in her eyes. She avoided looked away as she brushed past him on her way to the door. "Not so fast," he snorted and grabbed her by the upper arm. He pulled her close and she winced at the pungent smell of whiskey on his breath. "I was just going to bathroom to change, Art – now please let me go!" "HELL NO!" You wanna dress like a whore - I'll treat you like a GODDAMN WHORE!" He bellowed and pushed her down on the bed. Panicked Linda struggled to her feet and made a dash for the door; Art grabbed her and again pushed her down on the bed. As he stood above her leering like an animal, she knew there was little chance of escaping. "Please Art – don't be like this. Let's make love the way we used to!" Linda was afraid. In their twenty two years of marriage, she had never seen Art like this. His recent business problems had been eating away at him and he was going to take all those months of frustrations out on her. "SLUT," he roared, and ripped the silky red camisole down the middle. Numbed by the unexpected turn of events, Linda looked away. Too terrified to open her eyes, she heard him undo his pants. Her eyes were still tightly shut when he grabbed her by the shoulders, flipped her over on her belly, and pressed her face into the pillow. She stifled a scream as he fell on top of her. "THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT – ISN'T IT!" Linda winced as he reached around grabbed her breasts roughly and tightly pinched her nipples. "Okay – okay, Art. I'll do what you want. Just take it easy on me, will ya hon," she begged through clenched teeth. "ALRIGHT WOMAN – GET YOURSELF IN THE DOGGY POSITION, BITCH!" A defeated Linda felt his sweaty belly roll off her back as he gave her room to move. His breathing got heavier as she lifted herself up and clumsily got on all fours "Alright honey, I-I'm r-ready for you," Linda stammered as she spread herself open for him. He grunted like an animal as he moved into position behind her. "HERE IT COMES, WOMAN!" She let out a sharp, piercing squeal as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and clumsily rammed himself into her. His grunts got louder as he slammed and grinded – pumping and slapping at her as if she were a piece of meat. Linda's attempts to disassociate herself from Art's crude rutting were in vain; the smacks and vulgar language punctuated every moment of her humiliation. "YEAH WOMAN – WHO'S YOUR BOSS – WHO'S THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE!!" Art barked and forcefully jerked her head back. "Y-YOU ARE, BABY," she whimpered. Spurred on by her submission, Art hammered her harder and harder. Contrary to reason, Linda sensed a subtle tingling in her loins. Although Art didn't give a damn about her pleasure, his hardness and heat aroused something inside. "OH YES ART – OH YESS!" Just as she was beginning to experience a tiny bit of pleasure, Art spasmed and emptied himself into her with a clumsy final thrust. She was astounded to find herself more disappointed than relieved as his erupting cock slipped out of her and shot warm cum up the crack of her ass and across her butt-cheeks. Without a word, he let go of her and collapsed beside her. Moment later, he had fallen into a deep drunken sleep and was snoring loudly. Stunned, Linda remained frozen on all fours with cum dripping down the backs of her thighs for what seemed like a long time. Not wanting to dwell on her shame or try and make sense of what just happened, she climbed off the bed and proceeded to eliminate all evidence of the incident. She picked up the tattered remnants of her negligee, walked out to the bathroom and tossed it in the waste-basket. Without glancing at herself in the mirror, she grabbed a damp washcloth and scrubbed the makeup from her face. After that, she wiped the residue of Art's pleasure from her rear end, put on a clean pair of panties, and put on the flannel nightgown hanging on the back of the door. As she climbed back into bed beside her snoring lout of a husband, she made avowed to banish the horrible night from her memory forever. The next morning, she got up at the crack of dawn, showered and made breakfast for Art. An hour or so later, Art awoke, bid her a cheery good morning and sat down to eat breakfast without mentioning anything about the events of the previous evening. Later that morning, as they drove to church, Art casually mentioned, as he did every Sunday morning, that he hoped Pastor Farley's sermon wouldn't go on to long. It was a starting out to be a typical Sunday. After the service, Art headed for the tavern to watch the football game with his buddies and Linda got a ride home from Pastor Foley's wife Edith. As the car slowed in front of the house, Edith inquired about the young man unloading boxes from the beat-up old VW. "Oh, that's Derek Cullen, Eileen's boy. He's renting out our basement for a little while." "Hmmm…isn't that nice." From the clipped tone of voice, Linda could tell that Edith did not like Derek for some reason. She didn't think anything of it as she thanked the snooty old woman for the ride and got out of the car. "Well howdy stranger," Linda chirped. "Can I give you a hand with anything?" Derek put the box he was holding down on the porch steps and gave Linda a smile. "No thanks Mrs. Bauer. I'm just about done; I really don't have all that much stuff – mainly clothes and books." "What's this one," Linda inquired while picking a worn paperback out of the box. She blushed when she saw the title. – How to Drive a Woman Wild in Bed. Embarrassed, she immediately tossed it back. "That one was kind of a gag gift from an old girlfriend," Derek sheepishly replied. "Oh don't mind me – You don't have to explain anything to me. I'm just an old busybody," Linda exclaimed, and giggled nervously as she trotted up the porch steps and into the house. Not wanting to risk any more embarrassment, Linda went up to the bedroom for a quick nap before Art returned. She kicked off her shoes, but didn't bother taking off her Sunday dress as she stretched out. Although tired, she couldn't get the thought of Derek's book out of her mind. How to Drive a Woman Wild in Bed…my word – the things these kids read today. Indeed Art did drive her wild sometimes but never in bed. She knew lots women her age enjoyed lively, active sex lives – she'd certainly overheard many a lusty story in the beauty parlor. Although, she never had anything to contribute to these conversations, she sometimes imagined what it would be like to have such an experience. Knowing Art wouldn't be home for hours, she slid a hand under her dress and down the front of her panties. Linda had always considered self-abuse to be a shameful weakness, but on rare occasions she couldn't hold back from succumbing to the temptation herself. The image of one of her favorite Soap stars came into her head as she gently massaged herself. He was a tall, handsome man- younger of course. Her crotch dampened at the thought of him spreading her legs and entering her. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as she fell deeper and deeper into the fantasy. As she rubbed harder, her fantasy assumed a life of its own. Her skirt rode up around her waist and the mattress grew damp with her juices. As her legs kicked out, she grabbed a hairbrush from the end-table and thrust the long, smooth handle up her pussy. With both hands furiously working the brush in and out, she bucked and jerked spasmodically on the bed. The man in her fantasy was no longer some stranger, she saw on television – it was now Derek. "TAKE ME – TAKE ME – OH DEREK – USE ME!" "OH DEREK –DEREK – DERRRREKKKK!!" Blissfully lost in her dream-world, Linda was oblivious to the sound of the doorknob turning. "Are you calling me – Mrs. Bauer?! Is everything okay," Derek exclaimed as he burst into the room. Jolted back to reality by the sight of Derek standing above her, Linda gasped and pulled her dress down over her glistening crotch. She was speechless. After all, what could she say? The look on Derek's face was one of regret and total mortification. "Oh no – I am so sorry Mrs. Bauer! I thought you were calling me," he hastily said as he vanished behind the slamming door. Linda was in a panic. There was absolutely no doubt that Derek had just seen her masturbating - and even worse – calling out his name in the process. How could she face him again – and here he was living under her own roof! Her mind raced. What must that boy think of me? What if he tells his friends? I'll be the laughingstock of the town? After several minutes spent wallowing in dread, panic, and tears, Linda pulled herself together and tried hard to examine the situation rationally. Since, she'd known Derek his whole life and was best friends with his mother; she knew he wouldn't do anything to damage her reputation. I've got to talk to Derek. I can't kick him out – people would ask too many questions. ART WOULD ASK TOO MANY QUESTONS! She straightened herself out, and went to the bathroom and threw some cold water on her face. Realizing it would be better to get the whole thing over with right away; she gathered as much courage as she could muster, made her way downstairs to the basement and gingerly knocked on the door. There was no response, but she knew he was inside. She heard footsteps and the ruffle of boxes. "Derek! Derek honey, please – I need to speak with you." Seconds later, Derek opened the door. "Oh – uh, Mrs. Bauer…what can I do for you?" He was obviously embarrassed and was acting as if nothing he hadn't seen a thing. Linda shook noticeably as she spoke. "Derek, I feel very, very foolish about what just happened." Derek shifted uncomfortably. "Mrs. Bauer please I apologize – I had absolutely no right to barge in on you like that. I am terribly sorry – and I promise nothing like that will ever happen again as long as I'm living here." Linda was comforted by what appeared to her as a genuine sincerity. She he always held her in high regard and wouldn't dare speak about the incident to anyone. Relieved and moved, she felt tears well up in her eyes. "Mrs. Bauer, are you okay?" Linda tried to speak but the words just wouldn't come out. She felt dizzy and her knees buckled and she fell into Derek's arms. The next thing she knew, she was lying prone on the sofa and Derek was handing her a glass of water. After taking a sip of the cool drink, she felt strong enough to sit up, but not strong enough to stand. "Good Lord…Derek…what must you think of me?" Derek chuckled and sat beside her. "To be honest Mrs. Bauer, it has been a pretty surreal afternoon." Instead of breaking down again, Linda laughed out loud and kept on laughing. By looking at things through his eyes, she grasped the ridiculousness of her predicament. Here was poor Derek after having just moved into his first apartment, inadvertently coming across his mother's best friend frantically masturbating with a hairbrush. She wouldn't blame him if he ran out the front door and never returned. "Derek honey – I'm so sorry. You must think I'm a complete nutcase," she said reflexively touching his shoulder. Derek laughed and shook his head disbelievingly. "I've got to admit, Mrs. Bauer, it's been a strange day. But if it'll make you feel any better, I'm more than a little flattered!" Linda rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Mrs. Bauer…after all, it's not like I haven't done the same thing while thinking about you!" Linda's jaw dropped open. "Really," she gushed. "Oh yeah – more than once, if you want to know the truth!" The whole bizarre series of events was taking yet another bizarre turn. Linda didn't want to think about where the conversation would lead; she only knew that she was curious and wanted details. "My word, Derek! I never would have guessed! You mean to tell me you've been having…nasty thoughts about me? What in the world brought that on?" Derek leaned closer and spoke in a hushed tone. "I always thought you were the prettiest one of Mom's friends and you were always dropping by….well…as soon as puberty kicked in, I started to see you in a whole different light." "You thought I was…attractive? "Yeah…I fantasized about you constantly." "And…" Linda prodded for more details. "What sorts of fantasies did you have about me?" Derek looked away. The Hidden Side of Mrs. B "No, Mrs., Bauer, I don't think you wanna go there!" Linda was beyond curious. She knew he was toying with her. "Please Derek…tell me." "Okay, but you've been warned…" "Don't stop, I want to know." "Well, let's just say there wasn't much you would say no to." Linda knew she was on very dangerous ground with Derek, but didn't care. She was tired of being unappreciated by her lout of a husband, and she was tired of having her needs unfulfilled. She was surprised that anyone had ever seen her as an object of lust She rose from the sofa and stood facing him. Derek looked at her curiously. "If this was your fantasy, what would you want to happen," Linda said with the hint of a smile. "Hmmm," Derek smiled broadly, and leaned back on the sofa. "I'd probably want you to take off your dress!" Without hesitation, Linda unbuttoned the top button of her Sunday dress…then the next…and the next. She smirked devilishly as she opened the dress, pulled it back off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Derek's eyes widened as Linda stood before in nothing but a lacy white bra and pair of matching panties. Linda could help but notice the large bulge in his jeans as he rose from the sofa and faced her. Her heart raced as he pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his broad muscled chest and flat, smooth belly. "Why don't you get on your knees and help me off with my jeans?" Linda wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she was committed to comply with whatever he wanted. She did as asked and kneeled before him. She looked up at him for reassurance as she reached for the button of his jeans. He gave a simple nod and she undid his pants and slowly pulled down the fly. She flinched as his huge cock sprung forth – almost hitting her in the nose. Her experience with men was limited to her husband and she had never seen another erect penis before. Compared to Art's, Derek's was enormous – nearly twice as long and a good deal thicker. "Suck it," he commanded. Linda was frightened, this would be a new experience for her and she wasn't sure what to do. "Derek…Derek honey….I-I've never done this before," she stammered. He ran his fingers through her hair reassuringly. "Just pretend you're a little girl eating an ice cream cone!" It seemed like unusual advice, but she was willing to go along. She took the massive cock in her hands and traced the tip of her tongue along the shaft. It throbbed in her hands as she slowly went to business. "Mmmmm…that's right…that's my girl," Derek purred as Linda grew more daring and confident in her task. She darted her tongue all over – licking him up and down - stroking him with her hand as she hungrily licked his massive erection. "Kiss it!" Linda eagerly kissed the knob of his prick as if it were the face of a lover. Derek grabbed a fistful of hair and ground his hips into her. Her lips parted and before she knew it, her mouth was of pulsing man-meat. She jerked it with both hands and bobbed and sucked like a hungry pup. Never in her life could Linda have imagined she would ever do such a thing. She had always considered oral sex as something that only whores did. "OH YEAH – I'M GETTING" CLOSE, BABE! I'M GONNA CUM!" Linda worked ever harder, desparate to taste him. "UNH – UNH – UNNNNNNNNHH!" Linda gagged as the first spurt of Derek's hot cum splashed the bag of her throat. Unable to breath, she pulled away and his erupting cock spurted like an untended fire hose. Ribbons of cum splashed across her face. "Yeah girl, that's all yours!" Derek stroked her hair as Linda lapped up every drop of cum leaking from his spent wad. As she blissfully savored the sweet nectar of Derek's jizz, the sound of Art's car pulling into the driveway jolted her back to reality. "OHMYGOD – HE'S HOME," she shrieked. She scrambled to her feet and Derek helped her get her dress back on. Before she dashed back upstairs, she made Derek a promise. "I'll come back down as soon as he falls asleep. I want you to show me more!" And with that she bolted up the stairs. When Art came in, she was hiding in the kitchen wiping the last traces of Derek's cum from her face with a dishtowel. She could tell by the sound of his footsteps that he was drunk. Normally, this would upset her, but under the current circumstances, this was a good thing; he would come into the kitchen and notice her hastily buttoned dress, or her unkempt appearance, he would only go right up to bed and pass out. Once she heard the bedroom door slam, she crept up to the bathroom to straighten herself up. As much as she enjoyed the sweet taste in her mouth, she brushed her teeth; she wanted to return to Derek fresh. After she washed up, she put on a fresh coat of lipstick and checked her appearance in the mirror. Satisfied, she took off her dress and tossed it in the hamper. As she padded down the hall in her bare feet, she was reassured by the sound of Art's snores emanating from the bedroom. Seconds later she was back down in the basement outside Derek's door; she knocked lightly. "Welcome back!" Derek, completely nude, smiled as he let her in. As soon as the door was closed, he took her in a passionate embrace and kissed her hungrily. "So…I hope you're not done for the night," Linda joked. "No way! I'm just getting started," he said while slipping a hand under her panties and caressing her ass. "Oh my," Linda exclaimed as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom in the back. Most of his stuff was still in boxes, but Derek did a decent job of making things as romantic as possible; some kind of ambient electronic music was playing on his portable CD player, and the room was bathed in soft candlelight. Linda giggled like a schoolgirl as he placed he set her down on the bed and snuggled up next to her. "So…did I do a good job," Linda playfully inquired. Derek chuckled. "Mrs. Bauer – you were awesome!." Linda was flattered, but bristled that he was still referring to her as Mrs. Bauer. "For heaven's sake - call me Linda. It doesn't seem right for you to call me Mrs. Bauer after I – after I….well you know? "Sucked my cock," Derek piped in. His vulgar language shocked and titillated her. "Is that what I am to you now, a cock-sucker?" "You're right, that's no way to talk about the woman who used to drive me back and forth to Little League," he said as rolled on top of her. "No need to apologize, I suppose I am a…cock-sucker." Such language was new to Linda and the term didn't sound entirely natural coming from her. "Linda, Linda, Linda…you are a naughty girl! And I know what to do with naughty girls!" Derek shot up and sat on the edge of the bed. "I think I'm gonna have to put you over my knee," he said, patting his thigh invitingly. "What sort of game are you playing, young man?" Without answering, Derek grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over his knee. "Someone needs a spanking!" Linda knew that Derek was only playing a game, but she couldn't help feeling more than a little frightened by his transformation into a disciplinarian. As he tugged down her panties, a part of her felt that she deserved what she was about to get. "Mmmmm – what a pretty little ass you have," Derek purred as he playfully putted her cheeks. "Pretty enough to fuck – but that will have to come later!" THWACK! Linda grimaced in silent pain as Derek's open hand slammed down onto the fleshy moons of her bare ass. THWACK! "OOOOOOO-OOHH, she moaned. The second time hurt just as much, but she found herself anticipating the next blow. THWACK – THWACK – THWACK! "YOU LITTLE SLUT," Derek barked. THWACK! "MASTURBATING – YOU SLUT!" THWACK! "SUCKING COCK – WHORE!" THWACK! Linda had thrown herself completely in Derek's kinky little game. The tables had turned; her friend Eileen's shy, well-mannered son was now her commanding, masterful lover. His vulgar taunts and strong hand aroused delicious warmth within her, which she didn't try to – or want to understand. She only knew she couldn't wait for whatever came next. "Alright, I think you've had enough," Derek said – his voice softer now. Slowly, Linda got to her feet. Once she had her bearings, she reached back and gently rubbed her tender, reddened bottom. It was sensitive but not too sore, considering the thrashing she received. "It doesn't hurt too bad does it," Derek inquired. From his tone, she sensed he may have worried that he had gone too far. "Oh-no! You didn't give me any more than I deserved," she teased. She stood there with his back to him, her panties bunched up around her knees hoping the view of her freshly spanked ass would inspire him. She wouldn't have to wait long. The next thing she knew he was behind her his hands cupping her breasts over her bra. When he kissed her neck she felt as if she were going to melt. "Are you wet," he whispered. "Yes Derek…I'm ready for you," she replied breathlessly. He undid the front clasps of her bra and slid the bra off her shoulders. One hand gently squeezed a bare breast, while his other hand trailed up her inner thigh. She tossed her head back as he slipped a finger into her and explored her. "I wanna FUCK you, Linda…FUCK you the way you deserve to be FUCKED," he growled into her ear. She sighed and fell limply into his arms. He picked her up and gently set her on the bed, just as he had when he carried her from the door. His cock was as hard and big as it was earlier. She wondered whether or not whether she would be able to accommodate something that large. With both hands he grabbed at the panties still bunched up at her knees and ripped them to shreds. She felt like his prey as he crawled up to her on the bed. "Lift up you legs," he commanded. He was on top of her now. Linda did as she was told and hoisted her legs in the arm. Derek grabbed the backs of her ankles and pushed her legs back. She was wide open and ready for him, but he hesitated. "Tell me what you want," he growled. Linda didn't know how to respond, even though what she wanted was quite obvious to both of them. "I-I w-want you to m-make love to m-me," she stammered. "I said…TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT," he bellowed. "I want you to…to…FUCK ME!!" She barely had the words out of her mouth when he was sinking his massive prick into with the full weight of his body behind it. "OOOOOOOO – OOOOOOOO – OOOOOOOOOO YEAH," she moaned. It hurt for a second, but that was all. She scratched at his back with animal intensity as he slammed himself into her in hard, steady pumps. "OH-GOD – OH-GOD – OH-GOD– OH-GOD– OH-GOD– OH-GOD– OH-GOD!!" He had barely started and already she was cumming. She dug his nails into his back as she achieved climax, but that wasn't the end of it. "OH-GOD – OH-GOD – OH-GOD– OH-GOD– OH-GOD– OH-GOD– OH-GOD!!" She came again – and again – and again in rapid succession. Just as she thought she as going to pass out – she felt his body jerk and spasm – and let out a pained sigh as fountains of his hot jizz erupted inside her . "OOOO – I FEEL SO MESSY," Linda squealed! He pulled out of her and shot the last of himself onto her belly. Linda was blissfully exhausted by the time Derek's last drop landed on her belly. Without so much as a word to her, Derek got up and went into the bathroom. As she lay there alone, her stomach wet and sticky, Linda sensed an emotional crash coming on. My word – what have I done! She bolted up from the bed, and scrambled to find her underwear on the floor. As she dashed for the door, she halted in her tracks. She trotted over to the bathroom, and gently knocked on the door. "Derek – I better go!" She couldn't make out his reply as she ran up the stairs in her bare feet. ******************************** For the next few days, Linda did her best to avoid Derek. Since he worked 10 to 12 hours a day at the construction site, this wasn't all that difficult. However, when she did eventually encounter him, she greeted him with a quick but friendly Hello, without stopping to talk. She sensed he – just like her – wished to forget everything and move on. For Linda forgetting was not that easy. Every night, as she lay next to her fat, snoring husband, Linda longed for the exhilaration she experienced with Derek. More often than not, she would relive that whole sinful night and discretely rub herself. When Art left for a weekend fishing trip, Linda sensed she should get out of the house too; the temptation to visit Derek would be too great. With the hope of salvaging her tainted virtue, Linda decided to visit her sister and nieces in the next county. Shortly after Art left for his trip, Linda woke up and started packing. As she stood in front of her closet in her nightgown, deciding what to wear, she felt the eerie sensation of being watched. She sharply turned to see Derek standing in the doorway with a mischievous smirk on his face. Her heart raced as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Linda – you're not going anywhere are you?" A chill ran up her spine as she tied to speak. "I-I was g-going to v-visit my s-s-sister," she stammered. "That's a shame," Derek said dryly as he moved closer to her. "Because, I've got sooo much more to show you!" Linda knew she wasn't going anywhere as he pulled her nightgown over her head and pushed her down on the bed. Why go through some hollow little charade of asking him to stop when she wanted it as much as he did. He smiled as she willingly spread her legs for him. "Yeah, you were always my favorite one of Mom's friends," Derek joked as eyed Linda Bauer's eager, dripping pussy. ***************************** This story was customized by request for DCinKS. The first names and descriptions are accurate, but last names and place names have been fictionalized.