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The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Wendy Greene considered that she was in the prime of her life. She was 42, still happily married while many of her friends had split up years ago. Her husband is Philip, a bit older at 47. The age difference doesn't seem to matter much at this age, but at their wedding, she was almost a child bride at 19 and he was 24. Her parents weren't too keen on her relationship with a man 5 years older when it began before she was even out of school. But when Philip eventually did the right thing and proposed, they accepted him as their son and he had done nothing to breach their trust in the years since.

He's a popular guy, with a good well-paying job, and he is a solid family man, being a good father to the two children that he and Wendy had brought into the world. Their daughter, Clarissa is now 21 and working but still living at home while their son William is 19 and away at college. 

Wendy is an extremely attractive woman, a striking redhead with shiny long flowing hair that reaches almost to her shoulders. She has maintained a solid fitness regimen, having sessions at the gym three times a week. So her figure is still hourglass … near-perfect breasts that give her an ample 38" bust, a thinnish waist at 25" and hips of 38" that give her an arse that some observers would consider her best feature. All of this on an average 5'5" frame. In fact, on first meeting, many people put her age in the late thirties.

On the other hand, Philip has started to thin on top all too early in life, so that he looks all of his 47 years and maybe an extra year or two. So on appearance their age difference is exaggerated to appear like ten years. Nonetheless, Philip has managed to keep Wendy sexually satisfied in their marriage. Well … for most of their 23 years! These past few weeks, Philip has noticed that his wife is eager to continue when they reach the point where previously they were both content to roll over and go to sleep.

He has asked her about this increased sexual appetite but Wendy cannot explain it. She just tells him that she regularly feels horny, even though they do it about three nights a week and he can usually get her off before he comes. Wendy suggested that her increased libido could be from a lessening of tension that she has felt since selling the small business that she owned for the past ten years. It's only been five weeks since she found a buyer ... but already she has felt such relief, like a burden has been lifted.

Along with the lifting of the burden has come the need to find some more things to fill her days. Previously she was full on with her business, but now she has so much time on her hands. Maybe that too has led to her increased libido. There are only so many shopping trips she can take and she doesn't want to get into daytime TV ... she has always criticised the women whose lives revolved around Oprah and Dr. Phil.

Tax time was approaching and Wendy knew that this year's return was going to be a difficult one, given that she would have to declare her additional income from the sale of the business. Philip had always taken care of her tax returns previously, but he told her that this time, it would be beyond his capabilities. He suggested that she would need an experienced tax accountant and suggested to her that he would call one that he knew and have the man contact Wendy. Philip said she should also try to find one herself, so that she could compare their rates before committing.

Wendy found a name in the phone book and left a message for him to call her. A few days went by and she had nearly forgotten about it when she got a call about 2.30pm on a Monday afternoon. The guy said he was Alan Rawson and he was a registered taxation consultant. He asked could he come around to meet with her and see how big a task lay ahead to prepare her return. Wendy agreed and then tried to determine whether this was the man that she had called from out of the phone book or the man that her husband had recommended. She couldn't recall either name and soon decided that it really didn't matter … at least she had someone prepared to take on her assignment.

She had been cleaning out some of the shelves in the study when Alan called, so she wasn't really dressed for receiving a visitor. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a quite tight green woollen top that accentuated her firm bust, not to mention what the jeans did for her arse. But at that moment after the phone call, how she looked was the furthest thing from her mind. She was not a vain woman who was always conscious of the image she presented. Wendy decided that this man would have to take her as he found her.

So she hadn't changed a thing when she answered the doorbell not fifteen minutes later. To Wendy's surprise, in the doorway stood a strikingly handsome young man who couldn't be more than 26, thick auburn hair brushed back, not one strand out of place. He wore a crisp white business shirt that looked like it had just been ironed, even though he had probably been out on the road working since 9 this morning. His neat grey trousers looked like they had been very recently pressed and his matching grey tie was perfectly knotted.

"Hello, you must be Alan," she chirped with a welcoming smile that gave him the impression that she was pleased to see him.

Oozing an aura of confidence and displaying a warm smile back at her, Alan told her, "And you must be Wendy … boy, my day just got a whole lot better."

"Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment."

"It certainly is intended as a compliment, Wendy. It is my pleasure to meet you." He took her proffered hand and instead of shaking it as she intended, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed the back of it, ye old world French style.

Bemused by the gesture, she retracted her hand after the kiss asking, "Would you like to come in?"

"Would I what?" he responded, his eyes making his smile look cheeky. Wendy wondered if he was putting some sexual innuendo on his answer.

She stood to one side to allow his 6'2" frame to come through the door where he stood awkwardly beside her while she closed the door behind him. "I don't know where we should do this?" she said as she started to lead the way through her house.

"Your bedroom would be good," he said quite distinctly, but Wendy figured that she couldn't possibly have heard him correctly.

"What did you say?" she half-turned her head to look at him and found his eyes staring downward, riveted to the movement of her arse as she led him toward the kitchen.

"I'm sure you heard me the first time," he said lifting his gaze to lock onto her face with his warm blue eyes.

They had reached the kitchen and she pointed to a chair for him to sit. "You are here to talk about doing my tax return, aren't you Alan?" concerned by his sexual innuendo.

"That's what I'm here for, but I'm not only a tax expert, I can look after anything you need. I don't often get such beautiful women as clients. I've just come from a meeting with a 70 year old woman with a walking frame, so you'll have to understand that you are a vision for me right now."

Wendy felt nervous by his forward approach, but decided to proceed, "Alan, can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Wendy, you can get me anything that will involve my being able to watch you walk around this room. You move like a model … and yes, I will have a coffee thanks."

She walked across to the kitchen bench, knowing and feeling self-conscious that his eyes would be probing her jeans-covered arse at this moment as she filled the kettle. She knew that stretching her arm forward to flick the switch on at the wall would push her butt out, but she prolonged the movement, immediately causing herself to question why. Was she responding to his overtly suggestive remarks with some teasing of her own?

"That will only take a moment." She turned to face him and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly aware that this man, who had ostensibly come into her home to prepare her tax return, was looking at her as a sex object. "You better tell me about your fees before we go any further, I don't know yet if I can afford you."

"Wendy, I am sure that you can afford me. My consulting rate is $50 an hour for one-on-one meetings and when I get to see what the turnover of your business has been in the past 12 months, I can give you an estimate that's based on a percentage scale. But let's not worry about that small detail, we can always cut the fee out in some other way."

"What does that mean?" she asked as the kettle whistled to indicate the water had boiled.

"Cut the fee out in other ways, like it doesn't have to be cash. You could offer me something else that I would value a whole lot more than money."

Wendy turned to face the bench again to pour the hot water into two mugs, thankful that she was not looking at him when she asked "What exactly do you mean by that? I don't know if I approve of the way this is going."

"Wendy, I already told you that you are a beautiful woman, the best I've seen in a while … certainly the best looking client I've ever had."

"I'm not your client yet," she reminded him, turning to face him again, her red hair swinging about her like a shampoo commercial as she turned her head quite quickly. Did she do that for the effect that it would have on him? Was she shamelessly flirting with him?

"But you will be," he answered back with supreme confidence as she placed the coffee mug in front of him and felt his hand touch the back of her knee. He ran it up the back of her thigh, but just before he could cup his hand on her arse cheeks, she knocked his hand away with hers and moved back to the bench to pick up her cup. 

"I suggest that you be careful where you put those."

"I can think of a lot of places I'd like to put them."

Wendy could have sat in a chair across from him at the table, but he would have only been able to see her face and her bust above the table. She chose to lean her arse back against the kitchen bench so that the full length of her body was in view. She shuffled her feet apart, giving her an open stance that thrust her pelvis forward in the tight jeans. "You seem to be a very cocky young man."

"If cocky means that I know what I want when I see it, then I'm guilty."

"Not everything you see is available," she told him back, holding her coffee mug in both hands and blowing on the surface to cool it. 

"I don't know about that … I've always found that everything has a price."

"Alan, I could be very offended by your attitude since you walked in here. I am a happily married woman with two lovely children. I don't go around even entertaining the idea of having a liaison with a young man not long out of college."

"I'm older than I look, you know … and the fact that you even used the word liaison means that you and I are indeed now on the same page. We just have to agree to terms. I know what I want and I'd say shortly you will know what you want ... if not already. I think they're going to be the same thing."

"I could ring your company and tell them what you've suggested and you'd be out of a job in no time."

"Yes you could, if you knew who I worked for."

Wendy was suddenly very nervous … he was right, she had no idea where he worked. He had not produced a calling card and she didn't know if he was from the company that she had called at random from the phone directory or the one that Philip had mentioned.

"Young man, you were invited here to give me a quote to prepare my tax return, that is all that's offered to you. Now, if you can provide that service for me…" She saw his mouth moving and she assumed that it was to make some comment about providing another service so she cut him off quickly. "...and only that service, then you can stay. Otherwise, if you're just a horny young man thinking you can get a quick screw, then get out of my house now." 

Inwardly, she applauded herself for taking a stand ... she feared that if she didn't regain the moral high ground now, something carnal with this young man may happen in this house.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew a business card and placed it on the table. "That's who I am Wendy, and the name of my company. I am a reputable tax accountant and I don't mean you any harm. I looked into your eyes when you greeted me at the door and I must have misread what I thought I saw. I have to confess that I thought I detected a raw sexual hunger, a need for an afternoon treat, a brief liaison with a younger man. Perhaps I might have more staying power than you're currently getting. But if I have offended you, I am deeply sorry."

Wendy didn't know what to think … or even what to do now. She was becoming so confused. The cocky handsome young man who sat before her had instantly become humble and reserved. What a make-over! It left her not knowing what she wanted. When this man arrived at her door, sex with a younger stranger was the furthest thing from her mind. Then when he began applying the innuendo, she became vaguely interested, especially given her recent horniness. But was his initial assumption correct? Had he seen something in her eyes that even she didn't know was there?

She still resented his arrogance ... but now she didn't know what to think … couldn't be sure what she wanted. He was back to being the humble tax accountant ... who just happened to be about 26, 6'2" with a great muscular body. Could she be tempted? Wendy was afraid to take that line of thinking any further.

She sipped her coffee and so did Alan. Then he spoke again, "How about you get out your receipts for the past year and I will get some idea of how big a job this might be?"

"Okay," she said brightly, relieved that he had become a professional businessman just as her mind had been drifting, contemplating the possibilities of what his body might be able to do for her. 'He may never realise that if he had remained silent just one more minute, I might haven given in,' she thought, relieved that she hadn't. So instead, she told him, "I'll just be a moment." 

Wendy hurried out of the room and into the study, going to the cabinet in the corner. All of the stuff from her business was in the bottom drawer and she kneeled on the floor to rummage through, looking for the file that contained her business receipts.

She was bent over the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet when she suddenly became aware that Alan was standing alongside her … very close and in her space. She had not heard him follow her from the kitchen, had not heard his steps on the carpeted floor. Her head spun around, her red hair swirling and she found herself looking directly at the front of his trousers, mere inches away from her. There was enough light in the room for her to see that there was an impressive and pronounced bulge where his penis would be stored.

"Like what you see?" he asked from above her. Wendy hadn't even looked for that long, it was just that when she became conscious that he was beside her, her head didn't turn in one fluid motion to look up at him. Her eyes turned from looking in the drawer to looking straight at the bulge in his trousers ... a long pause gave her away … then she looked up at his face as he stood above her.

Her face flushed and she couldn't speak, she didn't know what to say to him. 'Would it be yes I like the bulge I can see?' 

Alan answered his own question, "I guess that would be a yes, you do like what you see. I knew it, it's so obvious that you need a man so badly … and I'd say a younger one at that. That's what you need, isn't it, Wendy?" 

He held his hands out toward her and she found herself rising up off the floor, placing her hands in his. He pulled her body into his, hugging her, wrapping his strong arms around her, her hands flopping down by her side. She didn't know what to do with them, didn't want to make a commitment ... yet!

As he hugged her body tightly against him, she felt that huge bulge of his penis pressing against her flat belly. 'How did I get to this point? Do I really want this? What do I do now?' The questions swirled around in her head.

"I tell you what we're going to do, Wendy." He was taking command. She was not a weak woman, she had been quite a determined businesswoman. But she had always admired men who knew what they wanted, Philip had been that way … and so had Ron, the only other man that she had ever had in her 23 years of marriage.

Chapter Two

What had caused her to think of Ron at this very moment. Possibly it was because she now knew that young Alan was going to have sex with her in the next few minutes. Maybe she had known it from the minute she opened the front door and saw this handsome young man who was about to enter her home, just the two of them alone in mid afternoon. It was a brand new experience for her.

But Ron was the one in her thoughts as Alan hugged her body to him. Ron and Julia had been the best of friends with Wendy and Philip for years. Ron was a great knockabout guy, but his wife Julia was something else. She was a doctor, a specialist and she really thought that she was a step above everybody else. Strangely Julia and Wendy did get on.

On this one particular night that Wendy had chosen to recall at this defining moment as she stood wrapped in Alan's arms, the four friends had been enjoying a Saturday night dinner. Ron, Philip and Wendy were imbibing way too much, beer first, then wine, now onto licquers. But not Julia, she never drank alcohol. About 10pm, Julia got a call to rush to the hospital for an emergency operation. She took the car, leaving Ron to catch a cab home when the night was over.

Ron, Philip and Wendy decided to play cards and moved from the dining table to a smaller card table in the study. The three were getting merrier by the minute and the drinks just kept flowing. Philip was pretty smashed by this stage, Ron appeared to be equally so, but it would turn out that he had paced himself. Wendy was about halfway between the two in inebriation.

When Philip won the first hand, he drunkenly proclaimed, "What do I win?"

Ron offered a suggestion, "You get a lap dance from your wife, Phil."

The three all laughed, but Wendy, in her alcoholic state, thought that the suggestion was real. She rose from her chair and moved around to try to squeeze in between her husband and the card table. Philip managed to push his chair back, allowing her more room. Wendy reached down and tugged the sides of her tight skirt up over her thighs.

Ron couldn't believe his good fortune. She was standing, so that the low table only came up to the middle of her thighs. He watched as she inched her skirt higher, delighted to see that Wendy was wearing black stay-up stockings, a darker black band of elasticised nylon holding them firmly in place only about two inches from the tops of her thighs. Ron couldn't take his eyes off the sight of her upper thighs being revealed.

Wendy just kept tugging the sides of her tight skirt up and up, passing her hips, revealing her crotch with only a flimsy pair of black lace panties covering her pubic treasures. Ron's eyes bugged out, not even having the pretence of looking up at the faces of Wendy and Philip opposite him. Ron even wondered hopefully if Wendy was doing this more as a show for him than as the intended lap dance for her husband.

Still the tight skirt rose until now Ron could see her bare flat tanned belly above her black scanty panties. "Is that high enough?" asked Wendy and Ron wasn't sure to whom the question was directed.

Both men shouted "Yes" almost in unison and she turned her head around to look behind her at her husband sitting expectantly on his chair. She spread her legs wide and shuffled backward so that now she straddled Philip in his chair, her knees on the outside of his thighs. Then she began to bend her upper body forward toward Ron as her arse reversed downward until her lower torso hovered above her husband. Ron watched in delight as she rolled her crotch around on Philip's lap, seeking to arouse him. That prospect may prove to be difficult given how sloshed he was.


The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 01



They were all laughing merrily at Wendy's seductive lap dance, attempting to stir something in Philip. "Let's play another hand," suggested Ron, dealing out the cards, but only to he and Philip. "Stay there Wendy, you might help him concentrate."

"I doubt that," slurred Philip, reaching for yet another sip of alcohol.

They played the hand quickly and Ron, being much more alert, quickly won the hand. "Now I'm a winner, so now it's my turn folks."

"What for?" mumbled Philip, not too sure of what was going on around him.

"I won that time, so Wendy has to give me a lap dance." Ron looked at both of his friends expectantly, unsure of their reaction.

"Okay, fair's fair, away you go, girl," said Philip, slapping his wife on the arse. "Go turn our good friend Ron on."

Wendy didn't look quite so sure and Ron panicked that she may still be sober enough to see what he was planning. He looked at her almost timidly, afraid that she was about to call a halt to his little game.

But slowly a warm smile came across her face and Ron wondered if instead she had actually sussed out what was going on in his mind and she intended to be an eager participant. Without a word, Wendy rose up off her husband's lap and stepped around the card table. Ron pushed his chair back to make room for her and she stepped in between Ron and the table, blocking his view of her husband.

Wendy stood there for a moment, facing her husband across the table with her back to Ron, as if deciding whether she would play this game. Her skirt was still rolled up around her waist. Then, from his chair behind her, his eyes boring into her arse, the twin cheeks barely covered by the flimsy black lace panties, her legs began to shuffle wide apart and she backed her arse toward him. Ron's erection was strong in his pants and with her back to him, Wendy couldn't see Ron unzipping his trousers and his hand reaching in to lift out his hard-on.

It sprung up tall and proud, a solid six and a bit inches pointing toward the ceiling. Wendy continued to shuffle back until her knees were about the middle of his thighs, then Ron watched in awe as her arse lowered, almost as if she knew he was exposed and she was targeting her cunt right at his cock-head. But she didn't know and as her crotch came down and landed with pinpoint accuracy on the tip of his cock, her whole body tensed in shock. She couldn't see down there that she was sitting on his bare cock, but she quickly recognised the difference from the fully clothed one of Philip's that she had just left.

Wendy's head spun around, trying to look at Ron's face, but it was buried in her back, his hands quickly folding around her, one taking a hold of one breast and the other lightly stroking her inner thigh, above the stocking top. "What's going on, Ron?" she asked sternly.

"We're just having fun, Wendy."

"Feels like a bit more than fun, Ron. Have you taken it out? 

"Taken what out, Wendy?"

"Your damn cock, Ron. You know what I'm talking about. I think perhaps the night is over."

"No no Wendy. I told you we're just having some fun."

An unexpected ally supported Ron, it was Philip's voice from opposite them cutting in. "No Wendy, don't be a spoil sport. Go on do him too, we're just having fun."

Wendy was sure that her husband wouldn't mean that if he wasn't so drunk and could see clearly what Ron was doing to his wife. Confused, she heard Ron from behind her, "Yes come on Wendy, you heard Phil. We're all just having some fun."

Her initial reaction was to quickly lift off Ron's body, this was getting well out of hand. But she stayed a moment too long and by then Ron's hand on her still clothed breast was feeling good … and Ron's other hand with the lightly stroking fingers on her sensitive inner thigh were feeling even better. She paused and Ron's fingers reached up and grasped the crotch piece of those flimsy black lace panties that she wore. He pulled the crotch to one side and suddenly Wendy felt his firm hard cock-head sluicing around in the spread lips of her wet labia.

'How did I got so wet that he could move it around so easily like this?' wondered Wendy, then realised that her lap dance with her husband had obviously turned her on. 

"Ron, this is getting way out of line, I think you better stop this now."

"In a minute, you owe me a lap dance first, right Phil?"

"Yeah, give him a lap dance, Wendy," slurred her husband, his eyes failing to concentrate on the two figures – his wife's body perched on his best friend's cock - across the table from him.

"Wendy, Phil needs a hand, grab his hands please," Ron ordered her, "He might fall off the chair. Quick, reach over and grab his hands, go on."

Wendy did as Ron urged and she reached across the table, taking both of her husband's hands in her own. By having her hands reaching forward across the table, her upper torso leaned forward too, lifting her arse up a bit at the back. Her body was just at the right angle for entry and Ron seized the moment. With his fingers holding the crotch of her panties to one side, he propelled his body upward and impaled Wendy's cunt with his hard cock, plunging more than two inches inside her.

"Oh God no, don't do that," she shrieked out in shock. "Get it out Ron."

"What honey, what's happening?" mumbled Philip. His hands were held firmly in his wife's hands as, through his alcoholic haze, he tried to focus on her face, now just inches in front of him.

"You don't want to alarm Phil," Ron warned her as he thrust his pelvis upward again, driving more of his hard cock into her tender moist cunt. "Just smile and enjoy it."

"You bastard," she mumbled back at Ron.

"I've wanted to have you for years honey, this is my big chance."

"What's happening?" mumbled Philip again.

"Nothing darling, everything's okay," reassured Wendy, grasping her husband's hands tightly in reaction to the hard throbbing cock that was now implanted firmly deep inside her boiling cunt. "I'm just giving Ron his lap dance," she told Philip through gritted teeth.

"Good honey, that's a good girl," mumbled Philip to Wendy, his head sagging from the effects of too much alcohol.

Ron plunged again and the last of his hard cock filled her completely, his hands had moved down to hold her firmly by the hips. That way, he would be able to lift her up and down on his hard shaft.

"Oh!" gasped Wendy as her cunt adjusted to the size of a new man in her body.

"You are so fuckin' tight," Ron whispered in her ear and she felt his hard cock withdrawing until only the tip of his cock hung on inside her passage. "Are you ready for this?" With that, he thrust upward, his hands gripping her hips tightly and holding her body down while his hard-on pole-drove its way back inside her wet sheath.

"Unngghh!" she screamed, her hands grasping her husband's hands tightly, her head so close that she kissed him on the cheek, wanting to reassure him of her love for fear that he might be aware that her cunt was being ravaged by his best friend.

Ron managed to get the hand that had been on her breast to return, scooting up and under her woollen jumper. It grasped her breast again, this time his palm and her nipple only separated by the satiny sheen of her bra. His hand moulded her ample breast. The other hand that had held the crotch of her panties to one side managed to free up two fingers and they went to work on her budding clitoris. 

She shrieked when she felt his fingers touch it and she knew that she could be in trouble. "Ooohhh!" All this time, his hard driving strokes maintained a steady rhythm that was creating a pulsing deep within her lower body. The two fingers on her clit only hastened the process, causing her hands to once more tighten their grip on her husband's hands.

Phillip seemed to stir from his alcoholic haze as his wife gripped his hands more tightly … his head lifted and he stared into her eyes. Wendy leaned forward and kissed her husband, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, trying to distract his mind from registering just what was happening to his wife directly in front of him.

"I'm going to cum Wendy … I'm going to cum inside you," whispered Ron at her back.

She broke the kiss from her husband and half turned back to speak to Ron. "Don't you dare cum … take it out now."

"No way honey, you're not depriving me of this."

"I told you take it out … now!" she screamed, beyond caring if Philip heard her.

His fingers increased the momentum diddling her clit, his hard cock drove on, thrusting up deeply into her cunt.

Her breathing was harsh and loud, signalling an intense arousal. "Oh my God, this can't be happening. I can't do this…"

"Can't do what baby? What's happening to you?"

"Oh no, please stop now … this isn't right. Take it out … take it out!"

He pumped harder up into her. "You're gonna cum, aren't you? Cum for old Uncle Ronnie, babe."

"No, no, I can't!" But she could ... and she did. As a wave of emotion and then passion swept over her body, the pulsing became a throbbing, triggered by her clitoris. "Oh God no," she screamed as her body spasmed and convulsed on top of Ron's thrusting cock. In reaction, her hands gripped her husband's hands vice-like, causing his knuckles to go white.

The waves of pleasure washed over and through her body and she eventually allowed herself to relax despite the continued pounding of his hard cock up into her. His breathing had become laboured and heavy and she knew he was close. Then she felt it, the heat of his unprotected cum splashing against the uterus end of her vaginal tunnel. "No, not inside me … oh, it's too late."

"I was never going to take it out," he boasted as his cock blasted layer after layer of hot cum into her body and Ron was deliriously happy to have at last had this woman that he had desired for so long.

Wendy looked up at her husband again to see his eyes trying to focus on her. She leaned forward to kiss him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth. When their lips parted, his eyes seemed to focus momentarily and he asked, "Was it good for you?"

Wendy smiled back at her drunken husband, trying to reassure him that everything was alright, even as she felt the last few jerks of another man's spitting cock within her body. "Yes it was!" she told him, wondering if he would recall what he had just witnessed … and felt through his wife's hands.

"Does he think he did that for you?" asked Ron, his voice coming to Wendy from just behind her ear.

"I think he might," she whispered back, half-turning to direct her comment to Ron as she felt his hands back on her hips, lifting her body up off his semi-stiff cock.

"Huh, what a jerk, stupid shit drinks too much." 

Wendy hated that this man who had just violated her body was now denigrating her beloved husband. "Don't say that about him Ron, Philip's a good man."

"Yeah, yeah! Well, you're an even better woman. Man you're so hot, I've wanted to do that to you for so long," Ron told her.

"So rather than ask me if I felt the same way, you just decided to help yourself?"

"Couldn't see why not, the opportunity was there."

"Thanks for asking me how I felt about having you."

"That's okay," he said without a care.

"I was being sarcastic."

"It doesn't suit you, Wendy."

Wendy was dripping his cum from her cunt as she reached down to straighten out the crotch of her panties, attempting to contain some of the leaking cum within this garment.

That was the last that she was to see Ron. While Wendy never admitted to her husband that she had let Ron fuck her that one night, she did manage to convince Phillip that Ron and his wife were boring. So they never invited them to come around for dinner again.

Chapter 3

Wendy's mind returned to the present … to her body pressed up against the young man who had to be 16 years younger than her. Her eyes were closed, her face pressed up against the crisp white shirt that covered his muscular chest. She felt his hard penis confined within his neat grey trousers, the bulge pressing into her flat belly. His two hands held her firmly to him, one in the middle of her back and the other covering one arse cheek.

Her mind whirled with mixed emotions, she had so many questions. She had been totally faithful to her husband for 23 years, except for that silly one night lap dance dalliance with their former friend Ron. Could she throw that loyalty away for a sudden fling with this young stud? What if he was the man that Philip had sent? Would he run back to Philip and boast that he had his wife?

The long silence had been deafening. At last, he spoke to her ... softly. "I tell you what we're going to do Wendy ... I think it's pretty much decided that you want me, need me. I know that I certainly want you. But I like my women to be feminine, to come to me as a woman. That means no jeans. I want you in something flowing, something I can put my hands up and under. A dress ... or better still, a nightie or negligee."

'Is he mad?' she thought, 'Does he expect that I'm going to go away and get changed for his seduction?'

"Now, in a moment, I'm going to release you. I want you to turn and walk away without another word, go straight to your bedroom. Have a quick shower if you want, but I want you to dab just a hint of your favourite perfume ... between your tits and a little bit down there." To illustrate what he meant by down there, he thrust his pelvis forward, accentuating the size of himself to her. Then put on something that makes you look and feel truly feminine. I'll be waiting for you."

Alan released his arms from around her and spun her body away from him. He gave her a pat on the backside. "Now go, but don't take too long."

Wendy stood stock still in front of him – with her back to him – for just a moment. She was still trying to decide if this was what she wanted to happen. She could still tell him off for being so arrogant and presumptuous and order him out of the house. That was, if she really wanted to. Dismissing that option and without a word, her legs began to move and she walked away from him, not looking back. Alan watched the sway of her butt as she walked across the study and out through the door.

She walked down the hall and into her bedroom, closed and locked the door behind her. She was curious, 'Why did I just lock that door? If I am about to do what he wants, why am I locking him out? Oh God, I am so confused. What do I want to happen now? Should I do exactly what he told me? If I do, what will be the consequences?'

Without forming a positive answer to any of her questions, her hands reached for the bottom of her woollen jumper and lifted it up over her head. Then she reached around behind her and unclasped the catch on her bra, allowing it to fall with the jumper on the floor. She looked at her naked breasts now revealed in the dressing table mirror. 'They still look good for my age, not much sag,' she thought. 'I think he'll like them.'

Her hands went to the waist of her tight jeans and released them, pushing them down over her hips, her thighs, letting them fall in a heap at her ankles and stepping out of them. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of her white cotton panties and pushed them down. 'I better find a sexier pair than these.'

Wendy stared at the reflection of her now totally naked body in the mirror, even turning sideways to check out how her nude butt would look to this brash young man. She slipped a finger down and swiped it along the slightly parted lips of her pubis. 'My God, I'm wet already. How did that happen? Is it from the words he said, from what he told me to do to get ready for him? Or is it just from him holding me … or both?'

Her body had confirmed what her mind could not decide ... she wanted this man now. Wendy went into the en suite bathroom off the bedroom and turned on the shower. She stepped in quickly, grabbed the soap, lathered up her thighs, letting the soap slip all around her pubic mound, then she reached around and soaped within the cheeks of her arse, letting her fingers even play with her anal ring.

She was only two minutes in the shower. She turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a thick fluffy towel and drying her body quickly. Then she retraced her steps back into the bedroom, going to her dresser drawer that contained her lingerie. She selected the sexiest pieces shamelessly … a next-to-nothing satin thong that she kept for special occasions with Phillip … and a filmy powder blue negligee that she slipped over her head. It fell around her body and she admired how she looked. The red of her hair contrasted the blue of the negligee.

'That should be all I need,' she told herself and turned to go across to the door to the hallway in her bare feet. She unlocked and opened it, surprised to find Alan there, leaning against the far wall of the hallway.

"You locked me out."

"I needed time alone with my thoughts … and to prepare."

His eyes scanned down over her body and back up again before he spoke once more. "You prepared well … you look sensational. Is all of this for me?"

She paused for a long moment before whispering, "Yes!"

Wendy had been nervous that this young man in his twenties would find a 42-year old woman's body attractive. It was not just Alan's words, but the look in his eyes that told her that he liked what he saw. He took her hands and pulled her to him, embracing her before his lips closed the gap and his mouth met hers, locking lips and tongues in a passionate steamy kiss that left no doubt about what was going to happen.

They kissed in the hallway outside her bedroom door until at last he broke the kiss and gently steered her body back inside her bedroom, leading her directly to the large bed. Wendy felt uneasy, standing here beside her marriage bed where only Philip had had her. "I thought we might use the spare room," she suggested just before he took her in his arms and kissed her again.

This kiss was so long and so deeply passionate that when it ended and he answered "No, I want you here, in your own bed," Wendy had to think back to what the question had been.

"Please, I don't want to do it in here … it's like I'm being more unfaithful to my husband by doing it in his bed."

"It has to be here … nowhere else."

Wendy wasn't about to let the location stop what was about to happen, not that it was likely that she could stop it anyway now. So resignedly, she lifted one leg and sat up on the side of her bed, that leg curled under her. She watched avidly as Alan undid the knot in his tie and pulled it from the collar of his white shirt that he then unbuttoned. As he pulled the two sides apart, Wendy got her first glimpse of his firmly toned muscular chest, with just some sparse dark hair covering it … not too thick.

Alan could see her nipples standing out erect through the filmy powder blue negligee and he hadn't even touched them yet. His hands went to his belt and he undid that, releasing the clasp at the waist of his trousers and letting them fall down his legs to the floor, revealing tight jocks that bulged from the size of his manhood. He watched Wendy's eyebrows rise, seemingly in appreciation as she gazed on the package still held firmly contained.

He grasped the waistband of his jocks and eased them out and over the head of his cock and it sprang free, stretching horizontally straight out in front of him. Her tongue swiped along her parted lips as she gazed upon his erection. 

"You approve?" he asked. 

She thought that at his age it was obviously important to him that she approved. She smiled and stole a glance up into his eyes, "I approve!" Then her eyes dropped back down to take in the size of him. At first glance, it appeared that he was not much longer than Philip, but what struck her was the width of his proud hard-on. It was a very thick penis and she doubted that her fingers and thumb would meet around it if she grasped it in one hand,.




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 01



"Actually Alan, it's a bit thicker than I'm used to … I don't know if it will go in."

"You're kidding me right?"

Wendy looked embarrassed at her inexperience, having had only two men in her life. "I … I'm sorry Alan, I haven't had many men. I don't really know about different sizes. It's just from the way it looks to me here in front of me that it's a fair bit thicker than my husband's is. You'll probably get a big kick out of my telling you that, but I feel really awful admitting it because I feel like I'm not just cheating on my husband, but I'm betraying him too. You see, the man loves me very much. You won't understand it, but after all these years, a woman of my age doesn't get many chances with a good looking boy like you."

"Boy? Call me anything but a boy please."

"Alright … how about stud, is that better. You will be my young stud. That's if I can overcome my fear about the size of you."

"I haven't hurt any woman yet."

Wendy was eager to know how many women he had been with, but she was hesitant to ask because she didn't know what answer she wanted to hear. If he said a big number, she would worry about STD's … and if he gave her a small number, she would worry that he didn't have the experience to pleasure her. She decided not to ask the question at all, she would just hope his answer would have been between 5 and 10.

"So what do you want to do first? Would you like me to lick you?"

He took a step closer to her as she sat on the bed, his erection bobbing around just inches in front of her face. "That would be cool … thank you."

Where had the brash cocky over-confident young man gone? Now he was thanking her for what he was about to receive.

"I don't think I can suck on it, it won't fit in my mouth. I might just have to lick it … would that be alright?"

"I am sure it will feel good whatever you do, you being a mature woman and all."

Wendy began to think his previous conquests may number on the smaller side, he had definitely switched roles with her. She leaned forward and one hand reached out to grasp and steady his thick cock. Her lips blew on it softly before her tongue snaked out from between her lips and licked the opening in his tip, stretching her lips wide open to accept all of his circumcised head into her mouth. He moaned his pleasure and one of his hands came forward to rest on the top of her head.

Her lips held his cock-head at the ridge behind the head while her tongue swiped over and around the smooth head that was held within her mouth. "Ugghhh," he mumbled in reaction.

Wendy released his cock-head from her mouth and her head ducked down low to allow her tongue to stretch out taut and tickle the underside of his shaft from right down near the ball-sac all the way up to the sensitive bit underneath the head.

"For an inexperienced woman, you're damn good at that," he told her. 

Her mouth was too occupied to answer clearly, but he thought it sounded a bit like "Thank you!" from her.

Her licking was building into a steady rhythm and Alan felt her moves having a decided effect on his arousal. Both of his hands grasped her head tightly and forced her away from his hard-on. "You're a bit too good, I think I'm going to have to pass on the rest."

"So soon, you're supposed to be a stud."

"Your words, not mine." Alan took charge again, becoming annoyed at her verbal put-down. "Your turn now," he told her as he pushed her onto her back and crawled onto the bed, his body above hers. His head dipped and Alan kissed one of her nipples through the filmy negligee she still wore.

"Ummmm!" Now it really was her turn as her hands came up to hold his head and then steer it across to the other nipple. "You've only got one mouth so they have to share you," she told him.

He applied his lips and tongue to both breasts and then she felt his hands pushing the negligee up over her body, all the way up, baring her except for the tiny patch of material that was her thong. The negligee was pushed into just a bunch of material at her neck as his lips sought her now naked breasts and his mouth devoured her nipples, bringing his tongue and his teeth into play as well.

Wendy's body was wriggling and writhing around on her bed under the fierce assault of his mouth and fingers on her breasts. "What a great body Wendy, you must work out?" he enquired between his mouth's pursuit of her budding nipples.

When he had his fill of Wendy's breasts, his lips moved south of the border, passing over her navel and onto her flat belly. She began thrusting her pelvis up at him, striving to connect with his lips that were kissing and sucking on every morsel of skin. His mouth reached the top of her thong and he secured the flimsy garment between his teeth and drew it down to reveal a thin thatch of reddish pubic hair above her shaved lips.

His teeth let go of her thong briefly when it had exposed her pubic mound. "You truly are a redhead."

Alan clamped his teeth back on the material and resumed drawing the thong all the way down her legs until it reached her feet. Then his teeth let it go and his lips moved back up over her knees and her thighs, kissing skin as he went. When his lips planted soft kisses on the tops of her inner thighs, she eagerly spread them wide, opening up her outer labia and exposing the wet pink inner tissue. Alan's tongue swiped up against the wet inner lining of the most intimate part of her body and Wendy shrieked in surprise and pleasure.

"Oh yes, do it!" she beseeched as his body rose up above her and she felt that Gargantuan thick cock fitting into the groove of her sex. He slid it up and down a couple of times, the tip nudging up as far as her budding clitoris and she gasped her pleasure each time it touched. Wendy marvelled at how big it felt as he manoeuvred it around in her wet channel.

His mouth dropped down to kiss her passionately with plenty of tongue action … then she felt Alan positioning his broad tip right at the entrance to her cunt and Wendy tensed apprehensively.

"Better relax honey, it's never gonna go in if you tense up like that."

"I'm trying, it's just so big. I'm a bit nervous, Alan."

"I told you before I've never hurt a woman yet. Now, this is made to happen … men come in all shapes and sizes, so a woman's body is flexible. Your cunt is going to open up like a flower when I start pushing, so just relax and go with the flow."

Wendy told herself it wasn't going to hurt and forced her muscles to relax. Alan felt the tension leaving her body and took advantage of it by thrusting forward and the head of his cock pushed into her tight liquid sheath. "Oh God, it's so big!"

"Yeah, good eh! Just relax honey, you're doing good."

'I'm 16 years older than him and he's calling me honey,' mused Wendy.

She lifted both her legs and wrapped them tightly around the young man's legs, her ankles locking together just above and behind his knees. This move forced the lips of her labia to spread and her cunt to open up a bit more and he pushed another inch and a half into her tight cunt.

"Oh God, I've never felt a man so thick before."

"Are you okay with it?"

"Oh yes, don't get me wrong … it feels good, really good! It's just so different. I think I could get to like this!"

"That sounds promising."

"Don't get too excited, I feel bad enough cheating on my husband this once. I doubt this will ever happen again."

"We'll see, it's not over yet. Save your judgment until you've had the whole package."

'He's back to arrogant and cocky again. I don't like it, but it does seem to suit him … and it's what got him into me.'

Alan startled Wendy back to the present when he stabbed another two inches of his thick slab of cock into her tight passage. 

"Oooh!"

Her arms lifted up and wrapped around his muscular shoulders, hanging on as he forced more and more of his thick cock into her passage … until after about four hard thrusts, he at last had all of his 7 inches with the extraordinarily wide girth lodged up inside her cunt.

"Is that it?" she asked, feeling like there could be no room left inside her. "Have I got it all?"

"That's it honey, you've taken it all. Do you feel good about that?"

"Yes, yes I do! God, I feel so stuffed full of you, I can't believe you got all of that inside of me."

"Now comes the good part."

"Oh dear, can you start slow?"

"Yeah sure, that was my plan."

"It's encouraging to hear that you've got a plan."

He started to withdraw his thick shaft and Wendy felt every inch of him pulling out of her liquid cunt until only the head remained. He paused for just a moment and then she felt the same incredible sensations as he drove it back in one long slow fluid motion until once more his whole length was lodged deep inside her.

"Wow, I've never felt a sensation quite like this. Because you're so thick, it feels quite different from normal fucking."

"I'm glad you like it," he said as he pushed in again and so began a rhythm, so very slow at first … steady strokes but each one seemed to take so long to get to where it was going. Once Wendy had adjusted to his size, she was eager to feel him moving a bit quicker within her. She tried to urge him on, using her heels on the back of his legs and her arms tightening around his back. She even reached up to kiss him seductively.

But Alan would not be distracted from the pace that he had set himself. Believing that he had something special to offer Wendy, he was determined to make this a fuck that she wouldn't forget in a hurry. On and on, his steady strokes ploughed in and out of her, his thickness helping her to feel every inch of every stroke so much more. Not one part of her vaginal canal was left untouched by his cock.

When he wasn't kissing her, Alan would bend his head down to take a nipple and the surrounding areolae into his mouth. Slowly, Wendy felt a light pulsing begin, she had begun to think that it was never going to come because his pace had been so infuriatingly slow. But Alan's pace was part of his master plan, something that he had developed in making several of these conquests on previously unsuspecting women, would-be clients of his.

Yes, Alan Rawson had discovered that he had a talent for seducing older women clients. He appreciated their unbridled enthusiasm for sex and their penchant for experimenting with a younger man.

Wendy felt the pulsing gradually building into a decided throbbing and sensed that her climax was near. If this was Philip fucking her, she wouldn't feel so full of cock AND she would have come already … then again, he would have too by now. But young Alan showed no sign that he was anywhere near completion. At least his pace had quickened slightly and Wendy was now on the verge of a release. 

"Come with me, my young stud," she begged, embarrassed that it sounded so awful to her after she had said the words.

"Just for you, Wendy … enjoy!" It seemed to her that he quickened the next three strokes just to push her over the edge … and as her body orgasmed in a throbbing, spasming wave, Alan eased back to his previous slow plodding pace.

She clung on to him as her body drew a powerful satisfaction from the release, but he never missed a beat. 'Were those three quicker strokes on purpose? Is he really that good that he knew just the exact moment to do that?' She would have to wait until later to analyse, his lips were back at her nipples, teasing and taunting them. 'Oh God no, this is what pushed me over the edge a minute ago,' she thought as she felt the pulsing returning. Had it ever really gone away?

"Feeling good honey," he told her and Wendy assumed that he must be getting close. On that assumption, she allowed her body to go with the return of the pulsing, suddenly aware that she might get two orgasms out of this young man, even though she did not consider herself multi-orgasmic. She allowed her pelvis to rise up to meet each thrust, eager to come with him this time.

She felt the signs, knew that another climax was almost upon her. "Oh yes Alan, I'm with you. You can let it cum now!"

The throbbing was back, running from somewhere behind her clit deep in her abdomen. And then the wave crashed and she was bouncing around on the bed under him, expecting that any moment she would feel his cock spurting forth his seminal discharge into the end of her cunt and on to her uterus.

But while Wendy's body experienced that incredible high of a second orgasm, Alan's didn't follow it. In fact, there was still little change to his steady pumping … something like a piston working mechanically and rhythmically.

"Oh God Alan, when are you going to cum?"

"Little way to go yet honey … but it is feeling good. How many more of those have you got in you?"

"Oh no more. I'm all done. You just cum!"

"Come on Wendy, there's got to be more where those came from." It was the first time that he had called her by her name instead of honey since they had first coupled. She appreciated it.

Alan just kept pumping away with his thick cock inside her cunt, his weapon like a mechanical piston that never missed a beat.

She couldn't believe his stamina and his ability to hold back his cum … Philip would have blasted his release into her long before this. Not that she was complaining … her curiosity for what it would be like with a much younger man had brought her to this situation.

Wendy tightened the muscles of her cunt, she tightened her legs' hold around his and she tightened her arms around his back and hung on for more in this wild ride. Amazingly, she felt her body responding enthusiastically and greeted the feelings, her lower body once more beginning to pulse and throb, and then spasm wildly beneath this capable young man.

The waves of her third orgasm washed over her body and still Alan showed no sign of coming. This extraordinary coupling ploughed on, but Wendy at last thought she detected that this young man was speeding up his strokes. 'He must be close,' she thought happily, but then she realised that with his increased pace, he was rapidly pushing her into the fourth climax that she would never have believed possible.

Her body pulsed and throbbed and jerked out its fourth orgasm and just as she was coming down from the peak, she felt a new spasming … a new jerking … and a warm blast of his liquid filled her deep inside as Alan's body collapsed on top of hers. The thrusting piston-driving movement had at last ended, replaced now by spasmodic jerks of his hard cock inside her cunt, filling her with his cum.

Neither could possibly utter a word for a couple of minutes. The only sounds heard was the laboured heavy breathing from both participants. When Alan did eventually speak, she almost wished he hadn't.

"Man, you are one good mature fuck."

"Is that all it meant to you … a good fuck?"

"Oh, I love to hear a good classy woman say fuck to me … that is such a turn on."

"I'd prefer to say fuck off to you!"

"No, that's not the same as saying 'I loved that fuck'."

"Go to hell, Alan. I don't want expressions of love, but I would have thought that you might have valued what we just did more than describing it as a good mature fuck."

"Don't give me all this flowery romantic stuff … just look at it for what it was. You were so hot for it, I only had to touch you and you'd have gone off. Wendy, you are in serious need of a good regular young man to feed it up to you regularly. It looks to me like you just don't get enough."

"You're a cocky young bastard, so damn sure of yourself."

"But what pisses you off most of all is that you know I'm right. I was just the lucky guy to come along and find you in heat."

"You make me sound like a bitch … a dog bitch I mean."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just a bit blunt when I talk. What I should be saying is that I was very lucky to come along just when you were in need of some good lovin'. Hopefully I provided what you needed and I'll be ready to do it again in about an hour."

"No, there'll be no time for any more. Besides, I think I've had as much of that monster as I could cope with in one day."

"So, what day suits you next week?"

"No way, see there you go again. You are such a cocky bastard that you think I'll go to bed with you again at the drop of a hat."

"I meant for me to come and do your books, Wendy."

She blushed with embarrassment, ashamed that he might think that she was only thinking of sex when he had switched back into business mode. Little did she know that Alan really had intended to set up another date for sex, but twisted it back on her when she was so accusatory.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Alan … I just assumed … you know…"

He let her off the hook. "You were so good in bed that I would never say no to you Wendy. But I did come here to provide a tax service to you. We'll have to consider the sex as a secondary benefit."

Alan eased his now half-hard erection from out of her and pulled his body up off her, forcing Wendy to disengage her arms and legs. But when he rolled onto his back to one side of her, he pulled her body onto her side and she nestled her head into his neck and shoulders and her body up against the length of him, closing her eyes to soak up the afterglow.

Chapter 4

It would be another 90 minutes before either of them would stir from their afternoon after-sex slumber. Alan had rolled onto his side and in doing so she had seemingly rolled over so that now they were both on their left sides, his body spooned behind hers.

He woke with a renewed hard-on that was pressed up against her shapely arse. He pushed and prodded it into the cleavage formed by her arse cheeks and Wendy stirred in her sleep, moaning and pushing her arse back at him encouragingly.

Alan reached his right hand down and lifted her right thigh up, manoeuvring his torso so that his hard cock slipped down beyond her arse and speared along her crotch between her upper thighs. With one thigh lifted high, her nether lips had parted and his cock nudged into the wet channel that led to her clit.

Her moaning intensified and she pushed her pelvis back at him some more, trying to capture his erection. Alan took up the invitation, rolling her forward onto her stomach and rolling his body on top of hers. He pulled himself upward to his knees and pulled her hips up with him, forcing Wendy onto her hands and knees. Obviously she woke up.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think … it's time for round two." He pushed his cock forward and back within her moist slit, his fingers coming around to diddle her clitoris and then take a hold of the head of his cock and push it up to lodge at the wet entrance to her cunt.

"Ummm!" she moaned as she felt that now familiar huge cock-head push just inside her. She lifted her head up high from the wonderful sensations that his entry back inside her body brought her and her eyes opened, seeing the clock on the bedside table. "Christ, it's after six! You'll have to get off!"

"Not now babe, now I'm inside you again, nothing will stop me until I cum."

"Get out of me now … my husband will be home anytime. I don't intend for him to find me like this. Now get out!"

Undaunted and seemingly uncaring, Alan began to thrust another inch or two of his thick cock into her liquid cunt.

"Stop it now Alan, I mean it! I can't have him catch me like this. My marriage means too much to me."

Using his hard thick cock as a temptation to counter her panic at being found out, Alan thrust another inch or two inside her luscious cunt. Wendy squirmed, torn between the delightful sensations that she was again feeling deep inside her body and the sheer terror at the prospect of her beloved husband walking in on them.




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 01



Her respect for her marriage won out and she twisted and squirmed so vigorously within the clutches of her new young man that she managed somehow to dislodge his hard-on from within her. "I told you no … not now … and I meant it Alan," she said as she managed to twist her hips away from his firm grasp.

"Wow, you can be a real fireball," Alan said, surprised that she was able to dislodge him from her cunt. "Okay, okay … but it's your loss, it would have been another good one. What about Friday?"

She had managed to exit the bed and stood before him in all of her naked raven-haired natural beauty. "To do my tax?"

"Both tax and us, this was too good to happen only once." His body flopped down on his back on the bed. "Friday right? I'm not leaving this bed until I get a commitment from you. Friday at 1.30, that will give us time to do both."

Alan could see the frustration in her eyes, she had declared that it shouldn't happen again. He knew that she was now desperate to have him out of her bed … and quickly. Reluctantly, she nodded agreement, "Okay this Friday."

"It's a deal," he said smiling broadly and jumping up from her marital bed.

"Shit, look at that huge wet spot," she frowned as she saw the wet stain left from his cum having dribbled out of her cunt onto the sheet over the hour and a half that they slept. Wendy yanked the soiled sheet from the bed, scrunching it up and taking it to hide in a deep recess of the wardrobe. Turning back to see Alan still standing there, she pleaded, "Can you just go, please?"

"Well, that's a great way to thank me for a great afternoon."

"Oh God, I don't have time for this." She hurried across to him and gave him a peck on the cheek while avoiding his clutching hands, "Thanks, it was really good."

"How many times did you cum?"

"Yes yes, I know, heaps of times. I told you it was great. Some of the best sex ever. Now please go."

He smiled at her, "Okay, see you Friday."

Alan began reaching for his clothes and Wendy darted into the bathroom to grab a flannel and soak it in warm water before wiping it all around her pubic area and between her legs. When she had towelled herself off and came back into the bedroom, she was relieved to see that the young man had gone from the bedroom.

Wendy went out into the hall, still buck naked and grabbed a fresh sheet from the linen closet. She re-made the bed as quickly as she could, then found the discarded tatty old pair of white cotton panties that she had shed before her pre-sex shower. Pulling them on, she added the jeans and the top she had been wearing earlier in the day, trying not to look like she had just had a vigorous bout of sex with a man 16 years younger. 'I wonder if my face will betray me, I feel so good,' she thought as she exited the bedroom and headed back to the front of the house.

As Wendy hurried down the hallway, she could hear voices coming from the front room. She reached the entrance to her living room and froze when she saw her husband and her new lover, each holding a drink, and engaged in a spirited conversation.

Alan spotted her first, "Here she is now, here is your beautiful wife, Philip."

Wendy blushed crimson to match her flaming hair.

"Hi darling," said her husband, "How are you?"

"Err, good Philip … umm, I just had to run, bit of a gastric thing. Sorry I had to leave you out here on your own, Alan."

Her husband showed a look of surprise. "Oh, Alan said that you'd excused yourself to go have a shower to freshen yourself up for me."

Wendy turned red again. "Oh no, why would I have to freshen myself up for you? I don't usually." She wondered how that sounded. What a predicament this was … her faithful husband of 23 years coming home to find a young man in his house. A young man that she had only met three hours ago. Yet she had just experienced four mind blowing orgasms with this man. She wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. "Are you going to offer me a drink?" she enquired in an attempt to relieve her nervousness.

"Of course darling, your usual?"

"Yes please, Philip." Her husband turned to go across to the bar to pour his wife a glass of wine. Wendy used the moment to look apprehensively at Alan. The young man responded by blowing her a kiss and grinning stupidly. Trying desperately to act businesslike, Wendy said to the young man, "So you'll take some of my papers away and have a look through them? Tell me what's involved, whether I am likely to have to pay anything?"

"I sure will Wendy, but at first glance I'd say you're going to be very good, it's not going to cost you much at all."

Wendy blushed again, assuming that this was another double entendre from Alan. Philip returned with a glass for her, placing the wine in her hand as he leaned forward and possessively gave his wife a lingering kiss on the lips. 'Oh my God, I hope he can't smell sex on me,' she thought as she eagerly returned his kiss. 'My lips are probably still puffy from kissing Alan. Oh, can he tell?'

Alan, Wendy and Philip sipped from their drinks while they talked awkwardly for a few minutes before Alan suggested that he must leave. He shook both their hands in the customary way and began to take his leave. Philip turned to his wife and suggested, "Wendy, why don't you see Alan to the door?"

"Oh okay!" She was somewhat reluctant, not keen to be left alone with him again, but she accepted the assignment her husband had suggested and walked her new young lover to the front door. She held it open for him and Alan reached for her. Wendy looked nervously over his shoulder toward the open doorway that they had just left, expecting that her husband may appear there.

Sensing that Alan wanted to kiss her goodbye, she pushed him out the front door and followed him, pulling the front door partly closed behind her. Now they were even more exposed standing on the front porch. It was now night outside, but Wendy feared that her neighbours might still see them in the street lighting. She took a chance and allowed Alan to pull her body in tight to him, folding her arms around his neck to fully accept his hug and the accompanying passionate kiss that stirred her emotions again.

Eventually tearing herself away, she turned to go inside and felt his hand on her arse for one last fondle. "You've got to go," she told him.

"I'll see you Friday … 1.30, okay?"

"Yes! Yes … just go now!"

She came back into the room where Philip was waiting, nervous that her husband might suspect something. For a moment, he looked at her quite strangely, then placed his glass on the coffee table and walked right up close to Wendy. "I don't know what's come over me, but you look so desirable…"

"What, in these grubby jeans?"

"Yes, but they're tight-fitting jeans, and even in your forties, you've still got a body to die for. Wendy, I've got to have you now."

"What, before dinner?"

"Fuck dinner, I want you right here."

He pulled his wife to him roughly and kissed her with intense passion, his tongue exploring her mouth, locking in battle with her tongue. She felt his erection against her stomach as his hands pulled her arse toward him.

She managed to break the intense kiss. "What's come over you Philip, you've never been like this before?" Wendy was worried … she had not showered after sex with Alan. She knew that if Philip were to undress her and put his cock inside her now, he would likely find a residue of her new young lover's cum in her cunt and staining her panties. She managed to wriggle out of his grasp. "We can do it later, darling … what about I make some dinner?"

Wendy hurried away from him and into the kitchen but he followed closely behind her like an affectionate puppy, reaching out to pat her on the arse. She went to the fridge and bent to take some steak out for dinner. Quickly, Philip had his hands on her hips, holding her bent body steady while he pushed his pelvis and his erection up against her arse. "God, I'm horny for you."

She placed the steak on the kitchen bench, straightening up and turning around, breaking his hold. He pressed his body up against her front, his arms folding around her. "Phil, what is it about you tonight? Why are you like this?"

"I was just talking to that young man Alan before you came back out of the bedroom…"

"Bathroom," she corrected him, curious as to why he would think that she had been in the bedroom when he arrived home. 'Did Alan say something to give away the fact that he and I had been in bed together?'

"Yeah, bathroom whatever…" he said, causing Wendy to wonder if he didn't believe her. 

"Darling, I had a bit of a gastric attack. I was embarrassed at having to leave a stranger alone in the house, but it was only for a few minutes."

"That's okay honey, you don't have to explain yourself to me, not after 23 years."

This made Wendy even more curious. 'Now what does that mean? Can I do what I've just done with Alan today and he doesn't mind? Or can I do it so long as he doesn't get to know about it?' She gave up trying to work it out and steered the conversation back to where she wanted it. "So Phil, what were you saying about talking to Alan while I was inside, what did you two talk about?"

Strangely, we talked about you, from the moment I walked in."

Nervous and curious, Wendy pressed for more. "What was that like, walking into your home and finding a strange man here?"

"It was odd Wendy, I came in the door and walked down the hall and I glanced into the front room and there he was, just standing there sipping a drink."

Wendy was inwardly relieved. Alan had had the presence of mine to help himself to a drink, perhaps when he saw Philip arriving and realised that it was too late to make it out the front door to his car. She had been worried that Philip might have walked in to find Alan coming out of the bedroom. Some of her confidence returned.

"So he explained to you what he was doing here?" continued Wendy more assuredly.

"Yes, he told me he had been going through your books, that's good honey. It will be great to get that difficult tax return put away."

"Yes Phil, it will. But you said that you two only talked about me?"

"Oh yes. Well, as soon as he had told me why he was here, Alan said what a lucky guy I was. He said he had always had a thing about redheads, but he had never had one."

"That's odd to talk that way to a stranger."

"Yeah that's what I thought. Anyway, he was raving about you, what a good figure you had, how you must really work out to look that good. Gave me the impression that he would really like to give you one."

"Give me one, give me one what? What does that mean? You don't usually talk like that."

"I mean he came across to me as a horny young man who had become besotted with a luscious mature redhead that he had just met and wanted to fuck her."

"Philip, really! Did he use that word? Did he say he wanted to fuck me? God, I'm old enough to be his mother."

"Not quite honey! But he sure gave me the impression that he'd like to stick his cock where the sun don't shine."

"Phil, don't be so crude. Darling, I don't know why he would get like that, I didn't encourage him or come on to him," she lied straight-faced to her husband. "So how did that make you feel? Meeting this young man who fancied me?"

"You saw the reaction when you came back in from seeing him out the door. Talking to him and hearing him rave about you and then seeing you the way he did made me horny for you right then and there. I still am. To think that a handsome young man like that with all those young chicks at his disposal would find my wife so appealing … well, it made me realise just how good you are. I mean, you keep yourself in such good condition. You're trim, great figure, you're so sexy, you like sex, perhaps even more than me lately ... and that red hair. I don't appreciate what I have. So I want you now."

Wendy put her hand up to hold him at bay as he again tried to pull her tightly to him. "Phil, I'm very curious. I did call him a stranger when I asked what it was like to walk in and find a strange man here in the house … but do you know him? Do you already know Alan?"

"What do you mean honey?"

"Well, a week ago you said that you would contact some tax man you knew to get in touch with me…"

"Yeah that's right!"

"…And you also said for me to find someone else to compare quotes. But I forgot the name of the person I called, so I don't know if this guy Alan is the one that you recommended … in which case he is somebody that you already knew…" Wendy searched his face for a reaction, but there was none. "…Or otherwise he's just the guy that I called at random from the phone book."

The melodic ring-tone of her husband's mobile (cell) phone cut across her last words. Philip grabbed the phone, telling Wendy, "Sorry honey, I better get this," and in the process interrupting his wife's inquisition.

He moved away to answer the phone. "Damn," said Wendy to herself, frustrated that she would have to wait to learn if her husband already knew Alan before this night. Even if she discovered that Philip did know Alan before today, she wasn't sure what the significance of that might be. She would need to ponder that when she was alone with her thoughts.

She set about cooking dinner, Alan took forever on the phone and it sounded to Wendy like some high-powered business deal. It obviously delighted Philip because he was most excited when he got off the phone and talked animatedly about what this deal that the phone call had sealed would mean for their lifestyle. He told her he would get a good pay rise over this deal and they could probably afford an overseas holiday.

Wendy looked for another opportunity to bring up her concern about whether Philip knew Alan before the young man came to her house and fucked her so solidly and satisfactorily. But such was his excitement about the new deal that Wendy decided not to change the subject at this time. She still felt intense guilt at cheating on the man she loved so dearly and she was hesitant to bring Alan's name up again, for fear it would cause her husband to become suspicious … if he wasn't already.

They ate dinner together and when they had both finished, Wendy stood up to clear the plates. But as she came by her husband's chair, he grabbed her in his arms. "These can wait, but I can't. Come on honey, let's go do it now?"

Wendy again panicked, feeling that her panties would reveal Alan's cum. Although it had been a couple of hours since Alan's thick cock had discharged his deposit so deep into her body, Wendy presumed that she could even still have some cum inside her cunt. She tried to wriggle away. "No darling, just wait. I'll leave the dishes and go and have a hot shower, make myself all fresh for you."

"There's no time for a shower, you put me off before, I want you right now." He rose from his chair, took the plates from her hands and placed them back on the table, then scooped her up into his arms and carried her down the hallway and into their bedroom. He dropped his wife down across the bottom end of their bed and reached up to pull the top sheet and doona down.

Wendy wondered if she was imagining it, but it looked to her as she watched her husband that he was checking out the bottom sheet for cum stains. Of course, there were none because she had changed that sheet, but then she saw wet spots on the top sheet that he had just turned down. 'Has he seen those? Oh my God, this is nerve racking.'

If Alan had seen the cum stains on the top sheet, he didn't say anything, he returned to his wife lying at the foot of the bed and began unfastening her jeans. She was wearing exactly the same items of clothing that she had worn when Alan first arrived at her door a few hours ago.

"I can get them, darling," she volunteered, her hands heading for the clasp at her waist.

But he knocked her hands away, commanding her sternly, "Wendy, you just lie there."

She lay back, looking up at her husband nervously. He had got the jeans unbuckled and now was pulling them down her legs. He dragged them all the way off over her ankles and feet and looked up to see her clad just in the dark green woollen top and tatty old cotton panties. Wendy pressed her legs tightly together, not wanting him to see the crotch of her panties that could reveal her infidelity.

"Phil, can we have the light off?"

"No, I want to watch you while I fuck you honey. I want to see how good my wonderful wife looks lying beneath a man who wants her so badly." Philip's prophetic words resounded in her head and she wondered if he had chosen to say it that way for a reason. Was he trying to tell her that he knew that she had lain beneath Alan's strong muscular body only hours ago while the young man pumped his hard thick cock into Wendy? If Philip did know that, would he also know that she had experienced four magnificent consecutive orgasms at the hands of her young lover?

Philip reached up and took a hold of her panties at the waistband, pulling them off her. The panties turned inside out as he pulled them down her legs and Wendy searched her husband's face looking for some recognition that he had seen how soiled with cum her panties were. When he had them off, Philip actually held them up under his nose and sniffed her aroma. "I've always loved that feminine smell of you," he told her as she looked on in continued fear that he knew something.

"It's more likely to be my sweat than my natural odours you'll smell tonight. I had a busy day dear, that's why I wanted to shower for you." She was trying to justify to her husband why his senses would be now smelling Alan's cum along with her juices.

If he had detected the smell of Alan on her panties, he didn't show it to Wendy as he discarded them and reached for his own belt. Quickly unfastening it and his trousers, he let them drop to the floor, then his briefs followed, exposing his erection and he moved onto the bed. His face hovered above her for a moment, staring down at her mound as his hands parted her legs, revealing her nether lips. 

She felt self conscious watching him staring curiously at her most intimate parts. "What's wrong?" asked Wendy apprehensively. 

"Your beautiful cunt looks somehow different."

Wendy froze and she feared that her face must have mirrored her tense reaction but he wasn't looking at her face yet. "What do you mean different, darling? I don't know what could be different."

"Have you got a rash or something? You're very red down there and the lips look quite puffy."

'Shit, it must be Alan's damn thick cock,' Wendy thought anxiously. 'It must have spread me so wide that my lips and entrance haven't recovered the way Alan said they would.'

When his wife hadn't provided an answer to quell his suspicions, he looked up into her eyes and she feigned a happy smile. "Beats me darling, it's just the same old me."

To her relief, Philip smiled back at her and didn't pursue it, instead bringing his face down to her and kissing her passionately. His mouth moved down to cover her breasts and his lips and tongue worked on each nipple until they were both standing proud and erect. As was his cock which he nudged up against her puffy and swollen cunt lips.

"Feeling great darling," Wendy attempted to reassure him as his first push to lodge his hard-on just inside her brought a realisation to Wendy of how sore she was there from the long session that Alan had given her.

Philip was particularly eager and he wasted no time on finesse as with little pause he thrust hard into her again. His wife brought one hand up to her mouth and bit on a finger to stifle a cry that would have revealed how uncomfortable his entry was for her. "Easy darling, not too fast," she told him. "We've got plenty of time."




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 01



"Not tonight honey, there's no time … you are so hot, I've got to have you now." He pushed his cock hard into her and this time Wendy couldn't stifle a small scream. Hell bent on his lustful course, Philip ignored her cry as if it hadn't happened. At the same time, she was disappointed that this man who had satisfied her so wonderfully for 23 years of marriage - and a year or two before that - felt smaller to her after the thrill of Alan's gargantuan weapon.

Philip was quickly into a hard driving rhythm and Wendy folded her arms around him, trying to keep up with his unbridled lust. "Feels different honey, it's sort of slippery in there," he told her and Wendy knew that her husband's cock would be sliding in and out on Alan's leftover cum that probably still coated her walls.

She heard his breathing quickening already and she knew that her body was going to be left out of this finish. He had always made love to her with concern and she had nearly always experienced good climaxes with him. But on this occasion, for whatever reason, he was in her just for his own extreme sexual gratification.

It wouldn't have been more than 90 seconds from when Philip first pushed the head of his cock into his wife's tender cunt until he exploded his cum to join her lover's cum deep inside her.

His body flopped down heavily on hers, but she didn't object. She was just relieved that he hadn't gone on for long. The width of Alan's cock had certainly left its mark inside her … her cunt tissue had been so tender all through Philip's hard driving fuck.

He rolled off his wife and lay beside her. They hadn't moved from the foot of the bed where he had dropped her after carrying her in from the kitchen where they had eaten dinner. He turned his head to face her, "I'm sorry it was a bit quick. I can't explain it, but I was just so horny for you tonight."

"That's okay Phil, I understand that every now and then a man just feels like that." She smiled back at him, thankful that there had been no accusation from her husband despite the evidence he had uncovered. 'Does he know something but doesn't want to confront me? He couldn't be so stupid, he must have seen the wet spot on the top sheet and then there are his comments about how red and puffy my cunt lips were. Oh dear, then he sniffed my panties, you think he would smell Alan's cum on them. Oh God, I hope I haven't ruined my marriage over a quick afternoon matinee with a young stud.'

The two of them crawled under the covers to go to sleep. Philip was asleep quite quickly, a Cheshire cat like smile across his sleeping face that also troubled his wife. For Wendy, sleep would have to wait as she lay in her bed alongside her snoozing husband while her mind dissected the incredible day she had just experienced.

By the following morning – Tuesday – Wendy had determined that she should cancel Alan's visit this coming Friday. In fact, she decided, she would have to cancel young Alan from her life. Her marriage was too valuable to her to risk on a fling with a young stud only a bit older than her son. She couldn't afford to have him around to work on the financial records of her former business … she knew that his athletic young body and that broad appendage would be too much of a temptation.

Throughout Tuesday, she thought of very little else but by the time she went to bed Tuesday night - again resisting sleep until her thought processes could evaluate all the options - her mind was made up. Wendy had reversed her thinking of that morning, deciding that she could not deny her body's needs. She must have Alan at least one more time. If only, she told herself, to see if he can get me off four more times. 'Or maybe five,' she thought, giggling in bed alongside her sleeping husband 'Now there's a challenge that would be fun to try.'

On Wednesday, she went shopping, firstly in a Lingerie boutique for some new very intimate things and then to the perfumery to find a new fragrance that was sexy and alluring. Wendy couldn't believe how brazen she had become as she eagerly planned her part in this Friday's meeting with Alan.

Her husband had made no further comment about Alan. Wendy was thankful for that, but she was still intensely curious as to whether Philip knew Alan before they met in their living room at 6.15pm on Monday evening. She had tried to evaluate the options, even though the most vital piece of evidence was missing. 

If Alan was the tax adviser that Philip had recommended for her, then perhaps her husband knew about her dalliance with Alan, maybe even before the event. But to Wendy, it didn't make sense, why would Philip want Alan to have his wife in a carnal sense? She couldn't figure that one out. Maybe Alan was blackmailing Philip and she had become the ransom to get Philip off the hook. But what could Alan have on Philip? Her husband was such an honest scrupulous person that she couldn't think of anything that he might do that could cause him to be blackmailed.

Wendy's imagination ran riot. She even considered that her husband may have been having an affair and Alan found out and threatened to tell all – including her - unless Philip let him have access to his own wife. Wendy had to concede that theory sounded very far-fetched. 

All of those theories would be blown out of the water if it turned out that Alan was the tax man that she had found in the phone directory and Philip had never met him before Monday night.

Could she bring herself to try to ask Philip again if Alan was the tax adviser that he had recommended? But she found that she couldn't ask her husband because she feared that the mere mention of Alan's name again would arouse Philip's suspicion. Wendy determined she would have to wait until Friday at 1.30 and ask Alan directly.

The day couldn't come quickly enough for Wendy.

To be continued shortly.



The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 02



Wendy needed a tax adviser to sort out her last return as a business owner after selling her small business. Her husband Philip had previously completed her tax returns, but he suggested bringing in somebody better qualified to help this time. Philip recommended a colleague he knew but also suggested that Wendy find an alternative tax adviser through the phone directory to get a competitive quote.

One Monday afternoon, 26 year old Alan Rawson turned up to offer Wendy some relief. It turned out to be sex relief rather than tax relief and he gave the 42 year old raven haired beauty 4 fabulous orgasms in one consultation. But where did Alan come from? Was he Philip's friend or the man that Wendy called from the phone book? It was important to her that she find out.

Chapter 5

Friday arrived at last, it had been only 4 days since her adultery with the tax adviser Alan, but he had made an appointment to visit her this afternoon at 1.30. Wendy Greene chose to stay in bed until her husband Philip had left for work that morning. Her guilt at so eagerly anticipating a second visit to her home by Alan plagued her conscience. 

Her marriage wasn't that bad that it warranted her taking a lover who was 16 years younger than her. She did truly love her husband, he was her first when she was a mere teenager and he had continued to be attentive and competent in bed while not a super stud. But at 42, Wendy had begun to regularly ponder what she might have missed … was there more to physical love than what she had experienced with only one man? While she was proud of having been a devoted and loyal wife, Wendy thought that perhaps she could have it all.

There had been that strange drunken sexual liaison one night in her home a few years ago when their friend Ron had taken advantage of both she and Philip being drunk. But Ron's cheeky secret unsolicited fuck had not satisfied any sensual cravings she may have been unconsciously harbouring.

Alan Rawson was different. Without her even realising that she needed a younger man – a 26-year-old stud – to bring a refreshing variation to her life, she had wilfully betrayed her husband by succumbing to Alan's unexpected seduction of her. Wendy should have felt deep-seated remorse for cheating on Philip. But instead, she had pushed her guilt to one side and as the week progressed, she impatiently waited for the day when she could complete a second carnal coupling with the handsome young man with the thick cock.

Wendy lay on her back in bed, warm beneath the top sheet and doona despite having removed her demure nightgown as soon as she heard Philip close the front door. She had worn the most non-alluring flannelette nightie that she owned last night so as not to tempt her husband into sex. She was pleased that Philip had not tried to made love to her since Tuesday night because she wanted her body to be craving sex for when Alan arrived this afternoon.

Wendy lay back in her bed and spread her naked legs wide, pointing the toes at each far corner beyond her reach. Then she spread her arms straight out to each side, her palms upward. In this way, she felt vulnerable and sacrificial. She allowed her mind to consider that this was how she would be when Alan came to her in her marriage bed in just a few hours, surrendering her naked body to him.

Sheepishly, she curled a lone finger and directed it down between her legs, swiping it up along the crease of her pubic mound. She was wet, very wet … just from her thoughts. 'Oh God, I can't believe I am as wet and ready as this about a man other than Philip. I should feel awful, I should feel guilt … but I can't, I want to feel Alan's thick cock inside me again.'

Wendy resisted the temptation to let her finger do more than just walk along her wet labia lips. She withdrew it, preferring her sexual urge to remain anticipatory, at peak high alert, intent on allowing only Alan to quell it when he came to visit her in less than five hours from now.

She rose from her bed and went to the kitchen to prepare a hearty breakfast. 'Goodness knows when I will get a chance to eat again, probably not until dinner,' she thought. 

Finishing her breakfast, she went through the house tidying up. As she moved from room to room, she would spot family photos in frames, it seemed there was one in every room – she and Philip and their two kids – and she would pause to reflect the risk that she was placing on her marriage by this mid-life madness. But then as rapidly as the guilt had come upon her, she would push it away by picturing Alan's thick cock in her mind and reassuring herself that she could handle this situation.

Wendy was counting down the hours. Eventually, around 11.15, she decided that it was not too early to start preparing. She ran a warm bath, mixing in the makings for some bubbles and lowered her naked body into it, luxuriating in the wet heat. She spent a lot of time soaping and lathering all of her special bits, even enjoying the feel of her own fingers on her nipples, clitoris, lower lips and anus.

She stayed until the water started to turn cool before rising up out of the bath and towelling her body dry. Wendy returned to her bedroom and selected from the new lingerie she had bought on Wednesday. While she had worn only a satin thong and a powder blue negligee for Alan last Monday, she had decided to dress more as an alluring seductress, in the image of a temptress, not that her new young lover needed any tempting.

Her colour of choice for their second date was maroon, Wendy figured that it would complement her flaming red hair that reached to her shoulders. She selected a lacy garter belt and attached it around her slender waist, then a half-cup bra that barely covered her nipples, revealing just a glimpse of the top of her largish areola. She sat on the edge of the bed that would shortly be a base for frenzied sexual activity and drew a skin-coloured nylon stocking up each of her shapely legs, attaching the dark band at the top to the straps that hung, front and back, from the garter belt. Finally, she selected a pair of lacy panties, in the latest style where the bottom edge sat high up on her butt cheeks separated by a thin strand of material that just barely covered the crease of her arse.

Wendy turned this way and that, admiring her still shapely so-feminine body from all angles, making certain that she would look good to Alan whether he saw her from in front or behind or from underneath. Seated at her dressing table, Wendy's hand reached out for the new perfume she had bought on Wednesday and opened the cap, preparing to smell as good as she looked. 

But at that moment, she heard a car door slam, causing her to look anxiously at the bedside clock and, for a moment, she thought that maybe Alan have arrived early. 'Oh my God, he's here … just as well I had an early bath.' She removed her hand off the perfume bottle and hurried out into the hallway, wanting to verify her assumption that Alan had arrived early. She went into a room with a window that fronted the street.

To Wendy's amazement, it was not Alan's car parked on the driveway. It was instead Philip's car and her husband had just stepped out, looking anxiously toward his house.

'What on earth is he doing here in the middle of the day? He should be at work. Oh no, he could ruin everything. Why is he here? Is he sick, is he here to stay? Oh my God, all my plans are in ruins.' Wendy looked down at her body, at the ensemble of maroon coloured lingerie. She was seductively clothed in the stockings and garter belt, in the sexy panties and the bra that barely concealed her nipples. 'Oh shit, he can't see me like this.'

Wendy rushed back down the hallway to the master bedroom. 'No time to take it all off,' she thought as she rummaged through her wardrobe and in a panic selected a sloppy tracksuit. Pulling the two-piece garment on over her sexy lingerie, she checked herself in the mirror, comfortable that she was covered from neck to ankles. Spotting the perfume bottle, she replaced the lid, 'Just as well I didn't use this, he would wonder why I was using perfume at home alone.'

She just made it to the kitchen as Philip came in through the front door. "Hi honey, I'm home," he called as he proceeded through the house, finding her sitting at the kitchen table, reading a magazine. Wendy had decided not to be standing when he entered … he always walked up to her and gave her a big hug if she was standing. She knew that if he did, he would feel the bra and the garter straps when he fondled her.

Philip walked up to her and leaned over to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Hi honey!"

"Philip, what on earth are you doing home," she asked, putting down the magazine. "You have never come home in the middle of the day in all the years we've been married."

"Yes I know, I really should have called, shouldn't I? Who knows, you may have been doing something that you didn't want me to know about."

Wendy blushed, her cheeks matching her hair. "Oh Philip, don't be silly. I wouldn't do anything that I wouldn't want you to know about," she lied. "But why are you here anyway?"

"There was a client that the boss asked me to see, just around the corner from here … you wouldn't believe it. So, after seeing the client, I thought why don't I surprise Wendy … and here I am. Are you surprised?"

"Am I ever, darling? You wouldn't believe how surprised I am. How long are you staying?" Wendy was anxious, checking out the clock and seeing that it was now well past twelve … she expected Alan in just over an hour.

"No, I can't stay at all, the boss is expecting me back. I would have liked to have stayed long enough for us to have a little matinee performance…"

"Oh Philip, you're sounding a bit adventurous," she gushed, attempting to feign interested in his wish.

"I said that's what I'd like to do, but in reality, the temptation of your beautiful body and needing to allow some time for foreplay … we'd likely be in bed for an hour. Much as I want to, I think the boss would frown on my being away that long."

Wendy wondered if Philip was expecting her to try to talk him into staying for a spot of midday sex. But there was no way she intended to. Again, the guilt surfaced. If Alan had not seduced her last Monday, she might welcome a suggestion of unexpected and unscheduled sex with her husband. But she had planned all week for this Friday afternoon with Alan. Not even the lure of rekindling some fire in her marriage was going to stop her now.

"Would you like a sandwich, darling?" she offered, standing up. "I was about to get one for myself." She moved toward the kitchen bench and turned her head anxiously around when she heard Philip moving up close behind her. He closed the gap and she froze as he pressed his pelvis up against her arse, his arms coming around to hold her waist or to cup her breasts.

Whatever choice he intended, he never achieved it. Wendy's hands grabbed his as they folded around her and she brought them up in front of her face while pushing her arse back at his bulging cock. She held the palms of his hands open and her lips licked and kissed him there. Wendy was nervous, feeling the start of Philip's erection pushing against her arse.

Then, trying to seem calm, she pushed his hands from around her body and half turned toward her husband. "Come on darling, better not start something you haven't got time to finish. I promise that tonight I'm all yours." Even as she made her promise, Wendy doubted that she could keep her vow … she had been quite sore after having Alan's thick penis on Monday.

"I hope so," he said as he walked over and took the seat that she had been sitting in. "I will make time for a sandwich honey."

So Wendy made them both a sandwich and they sat at the table in the kitchen, eating and talking together while the clock ticked through 12.30 … 12.40 … 12.50. She was becoming anxious that Alan and Philip's paths may cross, so as the clock hit one, she stood up, "So I suppose you'll need to be getting back to the office then Phil?"

Philip rose too, "Wanting to get rid of me, are you? Sounds like you might have something planned for this afternoon … what are you going to do?"

Her mind whirled with options, should she admit that Alan was coming by to work on her tax return? But if she admitted that Alan was visiting, would that make Philip suspicious about what else may happen in his home? Should she make up a lie about going out somewhere? But then a lie like that would be compounded if Philip discovered later that Alan was here … or worse still, if he already knew that Alan was coming by today?

Wendy finally elected to admit the truth, "Err, I think that Alan Rawson fellow may drop in … nothing definite, he just said that if he got the paperwork done, he might drop it by today."

"Oh really, you didn't tell me last night that you expected him to come by today."

"Well darling, I don't know for sure. It was just a passing comment, nothing certain. Not really an appointment." She was trying to sound convincing, but as she listened to herself talking, she wondered if she would believe it herself.

Philip stepped to bridge the gap between them and he hugged his wife to him, his arms folding around her back. He gave her an affectionate kiss and she feared his hands might drop down her back to her arse. If they did, he would be bound to feel the straps of her garter belt tightly drawn down across each arse cheek to her stockings.

But instead his hands stayed at her back and she felt them touch the strap of her bra through her tracksuit. "Is that a bra? Why are you wearing a bra under your tracksuit?"

She reached to pull his hands away before they could explore further. "I'm doing it for you darling," she told him. "You like my perky boobs so much that I can't afford to have them sag. I really do have to wear a bra every day or they could start drooping at my age."

Philip smiled at how considerate his wife was, "You are so thoughtful honey. I guess that's why I love you so much." Her husband accepted her explanation and turned to head for the front door. She followed … was it to make sure that he really left? "I'll see you tonight Wendy … and I will take you up on that offer. We are definitely making love tonight. Keep it warm for me, eh?"

With that, Philip closed the door, not hearing his wife whisper, "Not just warm darling, it will be burning hot by then!"

Wendy leaned back against the closed door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then she went to the front window and watched as her husband backed the car out of their driveway and stayed watching as their car disappeared down the street. Then she rushed back down the hallway to the bedroom, shedding her tracksuit as she ran.

Back in front of the full-length mirror, she again checked out her luscious body clad in the sexy maroon lingerie. She adjusted and straightened bits here and there to make certain that they had not been twisted out of position by her wearing of the tracksuit or by Philip's hands on her back. Satisfied with her sensual attire, she sat back down at the dresser mirror and applied her lipstick and brushed her silky red hair. Then she went back to the perfume bottle and with one finger dabbed only a touch between her breasts, another deep in the cleavage of her arse and one final touch to one side of her labia in the crease of her crotch against one leg. The final move was to pick out a pair of stiletto heeled shoes from her wardrobe and slip them on over her hosed feet. Her body was now ready to receive Alan Rawson.

Wendy gave one long last look in the mirror from all angles … she was satisfied that this image would knock him out. But was it too much? Was she coming on too strong for a woman with no track record of bed-hopping? Should she be more subtle? Perhaps wear something long and slinky over it all? She told herself no … she wanted this healthy muscular young man with the thick cock and she wanted him to know it from the minute he walked through her front door.

Chapter 6

Still unnerved by the unexpected midday appearance of her husband, Wendy went across to the front window constantly over the next half-hour, worried that he may still be in the area. At 1.28, she heard a car pull onto the driveway and through the curtains observed Alan getting out of his car, then reaching back inside for his attache case that would made his visit look somewhat respectable.

Wendy let him ring the doorbell and she waited while she counted to twenty, making him sweat a little. At last, the door swung open. Alan opened his mouth to speak, but words would not come out as he caught sight of Wendy who, upon opening the door, had stepped back quickly away from the sunlight that streamed in through the open door. She was fearful of the neighbours seeing her greeting a businessman in her sexiest underwear.

Alan just gaped, his eyes wide, his mouth open. "Shit, you look incredible!" he at last managed to say as his eyes scanned up and down her sexy body.

Wendy went through a range of catwalk model-like poses and grinned, happy to see his ogling response. "You like?"

"Man, if I wasn't this young, I would think I died and went to heaven. What a body! Yes, yes I like! You are a knockout!"

"Thank you Alan … but as I recall, your body is not so bad either. Why don't you come in and close the door? Then perhaps we can both take off some of our clothes and compare bodies."

"Err, oh yeah sure," Alan was so taken aback by her brazen beauty that all the cockiness and arrogance from last Monday had temporarily left him. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from her to concentrate on closing the front door. When he looked back to where she had been standing, posing for him, Wendy had begun to move. She was walking away, down the hallway, but she stopped after just three steps. She purposely bent over from the waist to pick up something insignificant from the floor.

"Philip just drops his stuff wherever he likes," she said nonchalantly as she picked up something and threw it across to a narrow table in the hall. She straightened her body again, but not before Alan had stood mesmerised by the sight of her as she bent over. Her shapely legs firm and accentuated by the upward thrust that the tall stiletto heels gave her, the stockings giving a magnificent sheen to the backs of her hairless legs. Her arse, tightly encased in the lacy maroon panties that stretched as her cheeks had spread from her bending over, the thin strip of material in the crease of her arse straining to conceal her anus

"Are you coming?" she called over her shoulder as she slinked sexily in the high heels down the hallway.

"Err, yeah I'm coming," he responded, finding even the lazy gait with which she walked in the heels incredibly sexy.

"Not yet I hope," she said with a giggle, "I want you to repeat last Monday's performance," Wendy was oozing confidence despite her earlier guilt about cheating on her husband and having been startled by his surprise appearance at home today.

It took Alan a moment to register that Wendy's words were a response to his I'm coming comment and he laughed appropriately, albeit a little late.

She passed by the door to the kitchen and the door to the study from where his seduction had begun last Monday. She walked straight down the semi-dark hallway to the master bedroom at the back of the house and she paused in the doorway, back-lit by the light from the room and looking back sensually, waiting for Alan to catch up to her. He was still carrying his attache case.

"You won't need that," she told him, her head nodding down at the case he still carried. Alan felt a little foolish with the case still in his hands and with being fully clothed in a suit and tie while she stood before him in just a bra, panties, stockings, garter and stilettos.




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He immediately put it down outside the bedroom door and reached out for Wendy. But she evaded his outstretched arms and slid into the bedroom, going straight to the far window and lowering the blind, then drawing the curtains closed. Alan stood for a moment in the darkened room, not sure what to do now that he had lost control of the situation. He saw Wendy move to switch on the bedside lamp on the far side, so he did the same with the lamp closest to him.

They stood on either side of the large Queen size double bed, each looking at the other. She broke the silence, "You can pretty much see what you're about to get, how about you show me what I can expect?"

Hurriedly, Alan strove to catch up, shucking off his coat jacket and discarding it on the floor, then unknotting his tie and almost tearing his shirt from his body to reveal his buffed tanned muscular chest.

"Ummm, I'm liking it … what else have you got?" she said as she slowly began to walk around the end of the bed, coming toward him. His hands went to his belt buckle and unfastened that, unzipping his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. "Oh my goodness Alan, what is that large bulge in your underpants. How did that thing of yours get so big when we haven't even touched each other yet?"

Alan's trousers trapped his ankles, stopping all movement. He had to bend over to get his shoes off before managing to shake the trousers from his feet. He straightened back up just as Wendy finally reached a spot directly in front of him. She reached one hand forward and took a hold of the waistband of his shorts, pulling it out away from his belly. She leaned her head forward and tilted it downward, saucily peeping down the front of the undergarment.

"Just as I remember it from last Monday … Alan, did I tell you I had a good time with you? Oh no, that's wrong … did I tell you I had a great time with you on Monday?" She really emphasised the word great and her eyes sparkled as she looked up into his. "Alan, I have looked forward to this moment all week. Oh my God, it's wrong, so wrong and I have to tell you that I do love my husband very much … but I want you now … I want you to do it to me just like you did on Monday. Can you do that, can you make me come again and again, just like Monday? Can you Alan?"

"Oh shit, I hope so," he said as he pulled the waistband of his shorts from her grasp and shoved them down his legs to expose his rampant hard-on.

"Oh Alan, how can it be so big already when we haven't even touched and we haven't kissed … and I haven't sucked your penis yet? I wanted to watch it grow for me … but it's just so big and thick, just like I remember it."

"Oh man, it's you! You're the reason it's so big, look at you. I can't take my eyes off you, you're a vision. What a knockout body for a mature woman to have … you would put half the girls I know to shame. But it's not only your body … it's you, you're different. On Monday, you were a housewife and mother who didn't know what she wanted, I had to talk you into having sex. But now, you are coming onto me like a sex siren. You're something else again."

"Do you like the new me Alan? Or would you rather be still trying to seduce the timid, nervous woman you met on Monday, trying to kiss and talk her into bed? Which do you prefer Alan? This new me is about to let you fuck her Alan … no questions asked … no commitment. I'm just going to lie down on my bed and you can get that thick thing of yours and put it right up inside me. Does that appeal to you Alan?"

"Oh shit yes!" he abandoned all reserve and stepped forward to take Wendy in his arms, pulling her nearly bare body up against his now naked body, his hard-on crushing upward against her belly between them.

"It's time for us to do it, isn't it Alan?" she asked before his mouth stopped her sensuous talking, squashing hers … and their mouths opened and their tongues entwined and his hands grasped an arse cheek in each. Their kiss was long and sensual, they were both breathing heavily when they eventually came up for air.

"You are hot for this … man, you are hot!"

"Make love to me Alan … just like the other day." She lifted one leg to kneel on the edge of the bed, backing onto it, pulling his body with her. She tried to wrap one hand around his thick stalk, her finger tips couldn't reach the top of her thumb. "Oh my God, it's so thick."

"You're not afraid of it any more," it was more of a statement than a question.

"I can't be afraid of something that feels so good," she told him as her hand ran up and down, fondling and stroking his hard-on. Alan's head dipped down so that his lips could kiss the bare skin above her half-cup bra. "Ooh yes, feeling nice," she encouraged bringing up her other hand to rest on the back of his head, guiding his mouth as it roamed across the smooth skin of her perfect breasts.

She was kneeling on the edge of the bed while Alan stood alongside, bent over to kiss the smooth skin at the top of her breasts. Wendy let go of his head to reach behind her and release the bra clasp. The cups fell forward and Alan pulled them loose from her full breasts, his lips now free to descend on her nipples and he lavished his lips, tongue and teeth on them, eager to bring pleasure to her mature ripe body.

All the while, her hand was relentless, fondling his thick erection, drawing a steady stream of moisture from out of the eye of his cock-head. The pressure of his mouth suckling firmly on her nipples began to over-balance Wendy backwards. She surrendered her hold on his cock and threw her arms around Alan's neck and he toppled over on top of her onto the bed.

Relentlessly, his mouth devoured her now seriously erect nipples and her loud panting breaths signalled her intense arousal. Just when it seemed that she may be about to cum without even any clitoral contact, she pulled his mouth away from her nipples.

"Let's get more comfortable darling." Wendy backed up using her elbows until she was in the middle of the bed and she parted her legs wide, invitingly. "Now where were we?"

Alan didn't go back to her breasts. Instead, his mouth descended to her bare waist and he kissed her below the navel and just above the top of her lacy maroon panties. She felt his fingers at her hips and then he took hold of her panties and dragged them downward. She raised her arse off the bed to facilitate their removal and she swelled with pride as she watched her young lover gazing fondly at her most intimate parts.

Wendy continued to watch him as his mouth descended down between her stockinged legs. As she lost sight of his face between her thighs, the sense of touch took over and she felt his tongue licking at her budding clitoris. She gave a little shriek of delight and subconsciously pushed her whole pubic mound at his exploring mouth.

Quickly, her arousal kicked in again, her breathing coming in short sharp gasps as his tongue swiped magically up and down within her inner labia lips, each upward stroke ending at her engorged clit while each downward stroke paused at the entrance to her cunt.

She said nothing, didn't really need to as the wave of sexual satisfaction began to roll inexorably from deep within her until it surfaced where his tongue was stuck to her clitoris. As her orgasm reached its peak, she swooned her approval and then fiercely pulled his head into the V of her crotch. Such was the grip of her hands and thighs that Alan struggled to breathe.

He allowed her body to come down from the high and at last she opened her eyes to see him looking at her intently. "What … what is it?"

"You look like you enjoyed the entree … are you ready for the main course?"

"If it has anything to do with this, I am," she reached down and tapped his thick hard-on that stood out proud and erect from his body that hovered above hers. Wendy watched as he moved his pelvis in closer to hers and she both watched and felt the sensations as he placed the tip of his hard thick cock up against her wet parted pubic crease. She moaned and he manoeuvred his tip up and down through her thick juices. "I can take a lot of this."

Alan pushed her thighs even wider, stretching her inner lips to accept his thick cockhead and he pushed it gently at her opening. She moaned again and looked up into his eyes, nodding her approval as she felt the first thick inch of him penetrating her cunt. He didn't pause until all of the head and another inch had lodged inside her.

"Oh God, I'd forgotten how damned thick it was. Shit, shit … oh, please stop for a minute." Wendy was losing her bravado, the cool confidence deserting her. The memories of Monday that had prompted her to want a repeat performance today were built only on the four orgasms … she had conveniently forgotten how uncomfortable his initial entry had been. In 4 days, her passage had recovered from the trauma of his size and had shrunk back to Philip's proportions.

Control was swinging back to Alan and she watched his confidence level rising, seeing her distress not with satisfaction, but with an air of young male bravado. He was becoming the stud again. Despite his regained macho, he patiently waited for her to adjust to his size. When she at last smiled up at him, he enquired "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm right, keep going."

Without hesitation, he pushed again and another two inches lodged itself thickly within her passage.

"Is that it?"

"Not quite," he lied, looking down to see that he still had half his length to go into her. He quickly pushed some more in.

"Oh my God, that must be it!"

"Still not quite," he told her.

"Oh shit, I didn't think it would be this hard this time. I feel so full of you, I don't think I can take any more."

"Yes you can! You have to, I had it all in the other day … and I want nothing less today." He pushed again and the rest of his 7 inches were wedged tightly in her passage.

"No more, oh God, no more please!"

"That's it, you have it all." Alan readied himself for the thrusting, preparing his mind to shut out those arousing feelings as his cock ploughed against the sensitive walls of her tender cunt. But already this time was different, her sensual fondling of his hard-on had really turned him on. He had wanted to resist her, to pull away before she weakened his resolve, but he had been so fascinated by her change of role, Wendy becoming the temptress and seducer.

He began his in-out movements very slowly and she appreciated his slow pace that allowed her body to adjust to his enormous girth. But quite soon, she too was participating, her body lifting up from the bed to accept his powerful thrusts. It was a chain reaction because the powerful thrusts activated her g spot within her cunt on and on her clitoris outside. 

The pulsing had started within her body, soon it was more a throbbing sensation and within minutes, it had become a full-blown orgasm that rocketed through her, driven to the surface by his almost mechanical rhythmic thrusting. "Oh yes, this is what I'm here for," she gasped as the waves of pleasure eased. "I love what you do for me … do it some more, Alan. Keep doing it Alan!"

He felt the pressure … not the incredible sensations that the underside of his cock experienced within her liquid passage. No, Alan felt the psychological pressure that this mature woman was applying through the increasing demands of her body.

"I'm trying babe … but don't expect too much. Already, this is different today … you're different. I don't know how long I can control it." He had slowed the pace while he attempted to lower her high expectations. Now he switched back to that mechanical piston-like in and out staccato.

"You can darling, I know you can. Oh God, I want more, not less!" Fearing she was not going to reach her target number, Wendy thrust her pelvis back at him more, desperately craving another orgasm. It came and she was ecstatic at the feelings it aroused. "It's okay Alan, you're doing great … halfway there now. Oh my God, you feel so good inside me. Did I tell you it doesn't hurt anymore."

Her enthusiastic chattering was breaking his concentration. "Don't talk to me. Oh shit, I can't control this!"

"Oh Alan, I feel so full of you." She raised her voice to very loud and shouted "I love this man's thick cock!"

"Shush, don't talk!"

"Why not, I want to tell the world how good you are … how good you feel."

"Oh fuck no, I'm going to cum!"

"No … oh God Alan, no, don't come yet!"

"I can't stop it. Shit, you're too much for me! Oh fuck, I'm coming now!"

He pushed three more quick thrusts then shoved his cock hard inside her. Wendy felt his cum splashing against the back wall that separated her cunt from her uterus. "Oh no, it's all over," she said despairingly. "I waited all week for this and it's over already."

"I'm sorry, I tried Wendy," he told her as his exhausted body slumped down on hers and his cock continued to spew out its creamy discharge. She lay on her back, his thick cock still wedged inside her body and she even savoured the emotion of his cum swimming inside her.

When it seemed that his cock had throbbed out the last of its release, she took his head in her hands and raised him up to look into her eyes. "Alan, I am so sorry, please forgive me." He looked down at her quizzically. "I made too many demands on you and I am so sorry. I acted selfish and ungrateful. Just because I came four times with you the other day, I imagined it could be five today. I know now that I set unrealistic expectations. That was so unfair of me, please forgive me. I loved everything that you did. Do you forgive me?"

He nodded his head within her hands. "Yes, you're forgiven. I tried, I really did. But all that touching before we started, and then the talking. You see, my secret is that I can give you four because I just switch off, I tell my mind that it doesn't really feel as good as it does. But when you were talking to me so much, I couldn't concentrate and I just lost it."

"You are only human, Alan. At least it was double what I ever get with Philip." She regretted making the comparison as soon as she had said it. "Oh shit Alan, that was awful, I didn't mean that. Well no, I did mean it, I only ever get one with him, but I shouldn't have said it to you. That should stay between Philip and me."

Alan lifted his body up, taking some of his weight off her body. At the same time, the movement caused his cock to thrust again once or twice within her. Wendy squeezed her vaginal muscles, gripping him. "Oh my God, you still feel big."

"It has gone down a bit!"

"It might have, but even after coming, you're still a fair bit bigger than… oh damn, I must stop doing that. I have to just appreciate you for what you possess … no comparisons. Okay!"

He nodded, "No comparisons Wendy! Listen, it's only early, what say we stay here. I could even stay inside you. I think I can get it up again in about thirty minutes."

She looked up at him surprised, "You're kidding me right! Thirty minutes … yeah, you've got a deal. And yes, leave it right where it is." She squeezed her cunt around his cock again, then lifted her legs to wrap around the backs of his thighs, trying to hold him inside her.

After five minutes, Alan enquired, "Would you like me to roll over, I must be heavy on top of you like this?"

"No don't move," she urged. "You're a little bit heavy, but I don't mind. I just love the feel of you inside me. You're such a big man that even when you've come and you've gone down, it still feels big. Not thick like you are when you're stiff, but I guess now you're just like a normal cock."

"Here, let's roll you over," Alan suggested and he rolled them both together, his cock staying lodged inside her as he rolled onto his back and she lay atop him. She nestled her head into his neck while he ran his fingers down over her bare back. His fingers traced down over the rise from the middle of her back to her arse and he ran them along her cleavage. 

"Umm, feels nice when you touch me there."

The cheeks of her arse were spread wide from still having her legs locked around the outside of his legs. His finger continued to play and he tentatively slipped it all the way down to her anal ring, pressing gently.

"Are you into anal?" he asked.

"I never thought I was, but I love the way that your finger feels when you touch me like that. Maybe I am."

"Philip's never tried to put his cock up your arse?"

"Oh God no, I don't think I'd like that."

"You never know til you try it."

"I'll tell you one thing, you won't be trying it, not with that monster of yours."

"I expected as much, but you ought to give Philip a go. You said the spark had gone out of your marriage, that might be what you need."

Alan had continued to play with his finger at her anus. He stopped for a moment and brought it up to his mouth and licked it. Then he placed the finger back there and felt around for her tiny opening and pushed firmly against her sphincter.

"Oh Jesus, what are you doing?"

"Letting you feel a bit of anal … it's only my finger."

She wriggled her butt around, tensing as his fingertip intruded in through her tight anal opening. "Ooh, I'm not sure about this."

"Why not, don't you like it?"

"Well, it's not unpleasant, it's just different."

Alan pushed quite firmly and his finger slipped in up to the second knuckle.

"Umm! I guess that's alright!"

"Good, there's something new I've introduced to your sex life."

"Why are you trying to make sex better between Phil and me? I'd have thought that you would want us to be unhappy with sex, so that you could keep me entertained with that thick thing of yours."

"I'm just looking out for you both."

"What an honourable man you are. Philip may never appreciate how thoughtful you are for him."

Her voice was becoming dreamy and Alan presumed that sleep was closing in on her after two exhausting climaxes. He left his finger inside her arse and shut up, letting her drift asleep.

Chapter 7

Wendy woke with a start, so sleepy and content that initially she was not sure where she was. She lifted her head and looked around her bedroom, quickly realising that she was still lying on top of her young lover, her head nestled comfortably against his neck. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and was thrilled to discover that his cock was still inside her, although not fully erect. She looked across at the bedside clock … it was 3pm. 'Better than waking at six, like the other day,' she thought as she felt movement beneath her and Alan's body stirred.

"Wake up sleepy head," she told him, "We've slept for an hour, can you believe that?"

"That's okay, you're easy to sleep with and you feel good."

"Talking about feeling good, it feels to me like you're still inside me."

Alan thrust upward with his cock, "Yep, that's confirmed," he told Wendy and a ripple of sensation ran right through her body from the push of his semi-hard cock inside her.

She squeezed again, "Oh my God Alan, I can feel you growing. This is so exciting!"

"Yeah, that's highly possible, every time you squeeze on my cock, it triggers a very nice reaction."

"Oh goodie, I'll do it some more," she told him as she tightened her cunt around him several times. She raised her head again and looked down into his eyes. "I've never had a man stay inside me and then grow again just like you're doing now."

"Haven't you only ever had Philip?"

"Yes!"

"Then don't you mean Philip's never been able to stay inside you until he could get erect again?"

"Yes I do, I just didn't want to disrespect my husband by calling him by name. He's a good man and he's always looked after me … you know, sexually. It's just that he has never had the staying power to cum twice in a night."




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"Wendy, some do and some don't. I just worked on it so that I could please women. Plus I'm a whole lot younger than your husband."

While they talked, Wendy felt Alan's cock thickening inside her passage so that now she was completely stuffed full again with his meat. "Oh you gorgeous man, you've done it … I feel so full of you again. Does this mean we can do it again?"

"Anytime you're ready."

"Do you want to roll back over on top of me?"

"No, we'll stay like this. You can do all the work this time."

"Work … oh this is not work. It's only play time." Wendy lifted her upper body up off his chest, moving into a sitting position on his hips, her stockinged legs either side of his body and his thick cock wedged tight again inside her. Very gently, she used the muscles in her thighs and calves to push her pelvis up off his, her head dropping down to watch beyond her hanging but still quite firm breasts, at her cunt lifting up off his hard thick shaft. "Oh my God, I feel every inch of you leaving me … and watching it is even more amazing."

She stopped when only the head of his cock remained lodged inside her. She looked back at his face and smiled, "Are you ready for this, Alan Rawson?"

"Yes!" he whispered, his eyes half closed from the wonderful sensations that her tight liquid cunt was giving to his cock.

She took a deep breath, nervously looked back down between her thighs at his cock shaft suspended beneath her and then pushed her body down hard in one swift movement. Her cunt swallowed up his entire length and two voices cried out their ecstatic reaction to the sensation generated by his hard entry back into her tender passage.

Her straightened arms shook as she struggled to hold up her upper body with the palms of her hands flat against his chest. Her head dipped down to watch again as she lifted her pelvis up from him, riding up his shaft until only his cock-head remained within her cunt. A pause for both of them to savour the moment and then that incredible plunge again as her tight sheath closed down over his rock-hard shaft.

And so the pattern continued, Wendy struggling to raise her body up off its tight intruder, only to let it fall back down to reclaim Alan's hard thick cock. She wasn't watching between her legs now, her pleasure was ecstatic enough just in feeling the sensations. Instead, she looked down at Alan, watching the changes in his facial expression as the wet inner lining of her cunt tissue delivered hard-to-resist pressure on the young man to release more of his life-giving juices.

Up and down her liquid cunt slid on his rigid shaft, but Alan's fierce resolve held firm. Wendy's did not and her heavy breathing and her loud panting gasps forecast that she was close again. "Ah … ah … ah … ah!" This time, she was able to control her release, slowing her sliding movements down when she wanted to stall the inevitable, then speeding up when she could no longer withstand the onset of the pulsing and throbbing. Her release was so intense that her arms could no longer support her body and she fell down upon Alan's chest as her whole lower body bucked and spasmed around his pleasure shaft.

When Alan could no longer hear the sounds that signalled her orgasmic pleasure, he spoke to Wendy while his hands roamed over her back, one descending to stroke gently down along the crease of her arse. "You okay? Sounded like a good one?"

"Oh my God Alan, that was one of the best. I don't know how some can be so much better than others … but that was sensational. You were sensational!"

"It wasn't me babe, you did that to yourself … you controlled all the action."

"Yes but you provided the instrument. I doubt that I could have gone off like that without your gorgeous thick cock." She gave out a little girlish squeal. "Oh Alan, I love your cock!"

"That's great babe and I love your hot cunt. Shit girl, you are a mover and a shaker … you really put your all into it, don't you?"

"I don't know that I've always been … I think that your young body and this deliciously thick cock that I feel inside me has brought something extra out in me. I must say that I have always liked sex with Philip. I wasn't experienced at all when I met him, he taught me everything I know."  "Well he did well."

"I wish that I could tell him, pass on your compliment, he'd be pleased. But then I'd have to admit that I had taken a young and virile young lover with an enormous cock and he wouldn't be happy with that."

"Are you sure Wendy?"

"What? Are you kidding me? Of course he wouldn't … Philip would be horrified if he could see his devoted faithful wife sitting up here on top of a handsome young man, riding him to mind-blowing orgasms."

"Orgasms, that's plural, you've only had one sitting up there. You've got to have another before you can put an 's' on orgasm. Come on, get up there and go for it."

"Oh Alan, I don't think I can, you have drained me."

"Nonsense, come on Wendy, you go for it." Alan grasped her shoulders and pushed her body back up into a sitting position. For a moment, she looked like she was going to flop back down on his chest, but then her arms straightened again and she placed her hands on his chest and her eyes focussed on his face. She watched as Alan brought both of his hands to his mouth and he licked all his fingers.

Wendy felt one hand move to her body low on her tummy and then she realised why as his finger touched her clitoris and her whole body jumped. His other hand stretched to reach behind her body and she felt two fingers intimately probing her anus. "Oh, I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Yes you are, come on lady, here comes orgasm number two."

"Oh hell!" she gasped as the fingers of both hands went to work, one stirring her clit while a digit of the other hand pushed at her tight sphincter. Wendy's body responded again, pushing up off his shaft, but the strokes were not as long or as fast.

She felt the finger at her arse push firmly to gain access into her rectum and the feeling was not unpleasant. It helped motivate her movements up and down on his rigid shaft. But it was the unrelenting finger at her clitoris that had her lower body quivering and shaking in no time at all.

"Oh my God Alan, I'm coming again."

"I knew you would," he declared confidently as his cock drove hard up into her. A finger on his left hand stirred and aroused her clitoral bud and a finger on his right hand probed and pushed into her arse in a similar thrusting pattern to his cock in her cunt. Her body shook and trembled and her breathing was hard and ragged and her mouth verbalised her pleasure. 

"Oh yes Alan, I'm there … I'm there!" Again, Wendy's body crashed down onto his chest, her flat belly squashing his finger, bringing it to a stop on her clitoris … just as well, her body couldn't take any more of that pressure. Another orgasm had been achieved for the flame-haired beauty. Alan's other finger in her arse pushed up fully inside her and held there while her body throbbed out its finale.

Chapter 8

The couple on the marriage bed of the woman lay resting for some time. They remained solidly joined together, Alan had not come this time and his shaft retained its solid thickness. The liquid sheath of Wendy's cunt tightly gripped him within her. Her head lay resting in the crook of Alan's neck, her breasts squashed against the fine hairs of his chest, her legs doubled up alongside his hips.

She felt Alan's finger sliding out of her rectum and with a plop her anal ring released the tip. "Ummm! That part was nice too. It's funny, it has never appealed to me before, but you're so gentle when you stick your finger in."

"I'd love to put my cock in there, that would be enormous."

"Enormous is the right word for it … there is no way you will ever get to do that, so just back off on that thought buddy. You would rip me apart." She lifted her head as she spoke to her lover and looked down into his eyes, noticing that they were occasionally glancing to one side. "What are you looking at, Alan?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've noticed a couple of times today that you seem to be looking somewhere over my shoulder. Is my body not holding your attention? Should I do this?" and she lifted her body up quickly and then plunged it back down on his thick cock in one motion.

"Ohhh! Yes, you could do that, it feels fucking great!" But Alan seemed to glance again to his right, at something beyond and behind her.

"There it is, you did it again. What is it?" This time she spun her head around quickly and thought she saw a figure in the doorway to the hall. "Someone's there … Alan, who is it, I saw someone. What's going on?"

"It's nothing babe, come on let's just do it some more."

"No Alan, I thought I saw something … there is someone there. If you won't tell me, I'm going to go look for myself."

Wendy started to lift her body up off his hard cock shaft and Alan grabbed her arse and held her down on him. "Don't stop now, it's okay. You're safe with me, nothing's happening. Let's just do it some more."

"Alan, is there someone else in my house? Did you let someone in here? What are they doing? Are they taking photos? Are you going to blackmail me?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then tell me now … or I'm getting off you right now." Wendy was getting angry and Alan was struggling to keep her body coupled to his.

She swung her head around again quite quickly, her flaming red hair flying, and her mouth fell open in shock when this time she saw her husband standing there framed in the doorway, stark naked and with his fist wrapped around his erect cock.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me Philip! What are you doing there and where are your clothes?

Her husband stepped into the room slowly, "I've been watching you Wendy."

"Oh my God, for how long?"

"For quite a while … since you two got started actually. Let me see, what time was it … err 1.30 wasn't it?"

"You've been here since then … and you haven't said anything? Have you been watching us the whole time?"

"The whole time Wendy, even while you two slept after you fucked the first time."

"Oh Philip, I am so sorry, I didn't want for you to find me like this." Initially, Wendy was struck with guilt and remorse. "Oh shit, what have I done? I am so sorry Philip, I never wanted to hurt you … you have always been so good to me. I don't even know why I am doing this … except that Alan's cock was so tempting." Philip saw his wife close her eyes momentarily in reflection and she appeared to move her body around on top of Alan's thick erection. "I've never had one so big and so thick … it filled me up beyond belief."

"I can see that, it still does by the look of it. You did appear to be enjoying yourself."

"Philip, I can't deny that I enjoyed it … if you have been there watching us since we started, you would have seen that. But why did you wait so long to say anything? How could you just stand there and watch another man have me? Why didn't you just walk in and confront us? And by the way, why aren't you wearing any clothes? What's going on here? Are you getting off on this?" 

Without waiting for Philip to answer, Wendy turned to look down at her young lover to whom she was still solidly attached. "You knew he was there, didn't you? That's why you kept looking past me. Why didn't you tell me?"

Philip spoke up, "Don't blame Alan, my dear, he was only doing what I had asked."

"What … what you asked? What do you mean by that?"

By now, her husband had reached the bed and he sat down alongside the fornicating couple, placing his hand on his wife's naked back. "I did encourage Alan to seduce you with his very thick cock."

Her eyes had swung back to look at her husband now sitting alongside her near nude body. "How do you know about the size of his cock? And how long have you known about Alan and I? You must have known about us when you came home for lunch?"

"Yes I did Wendy!"

"You bastard … did you know on Monday?"

"Yes I did honey, but actually I knew even before Monday."

"It only happened on Monday, I've only been with Alan once before today … so how could you know before then?"

"Because I planned for it to happen."

"You what … you planned it? How ridiculous … you couldn't have."

"I did you know."

"But how and why? Why would you want me to be with another man for a start … and why would you want him to have a bigger cock than yours?"

"Goodness me, so many questions, where do I start?"

"You can start by telling me the truth … I don't know if I like where this is going." She turned her head to again look down at the young man beneath her, the man whose body was deliciously joined to hers. Wendy was trying to read the expression on his face, to gauge his reaction to all of this. Then she looked back to her husband, "Is Alan the tax adviser that you said you would recommend for me?"

"Yes he is, but you could also have asked is Alan the tax adviser that you called from the phone directory? I would have answered yes to either question and it would be the truth … because by an incredible coincidence, the person you found in the phone book was the one and the same person that I was recommending. That is the fit and virile young man, Mr Alan Rawson that you see before you. Oh dear, it's a bit more intimate than that isn't it? I should have said Mr Alan Rawson whose thick cock is stuck up inside your cunt." Philip turned to Alan, "You've still got it in there, haven't you Alan?"

Alan thrust his still solidly erect cock upward inside her cunt and Wendy's eyes widened in surprise and she uttered an expressive "Ohhh!" There had been little movement between them since Philip entered the room, yet the connection between them was still wet and juicy. 

"Yeah, I'm still up in there Philip … she feels fucking great if you want to know. She is tight as, man!"

"I'm sure she is Alan, she's always had a good tight cunt … although you may have loosened it up a bit this week." Philip turned back to his wife, "How about you honey, is Alan still fully erect? Does it feel good to have him in there?"

Wendy's face flushed, "I'm really a bit embarrassed Phil … perhaps it would be better if we adjourned this discussion so that Alan and I could make ourselves decent, put on some clothes and we could continue this talk outside."

"No honey, that's nonsense. Stay right where you are, you two look so comfortable and content … well, you were content until I interrupted. But you might as well continue to enjoy yourself. It's still only mid afternoon and none of us has anything planned for tonight, so let's kick on."

"You are mad Phil, what has gotten into you? This is just so bizarre. But you haven't answered all of my questions."

"No, I haven't, have I? Oh dear, where do I start? Wendy, I've been noticing for some time, probably from around the time that you sold your business, that your sexual desire has increased. I seem to struggle to satisfy you. I mean you still cum most times with me unless you're faking it…"

"Darling I wouldn't fake it with you," his wife told him as she sat astride her new young lover.

"That's good, but nevertheless, after we've both cum, you always seem to be anxious for a bit more…"

"You've noticed that? Oh dear, I thought I was hiding it well."

"Hey honey, we've been together over 23 years, it's pretty hard to hide anything between us. Anyhow, I have become concerned that you needed some extra spark in your life that I seemed unable to provide to you. I love you so much that I had to find a way to help."

"But you said that you'd noticed this from around the time that I sold my business?"

"Yes Wendy, I think the coincidence is that by selling your business, you now have heaps more time on your hands, so through the long days at home, you start thinking about sex. Perhaps you even start craving it more."

"Phil, you are more observant than I ever gave you credit for. Yes I have been getting very antsy, I was thinking about sex a lot of the time … and Philip, I hate to admit it to you, but I was thinking about other men."

"Yes, well somehow I was reading that in you. So while my concern for your sexual well being was going on, a strange thing happened one Saturday morning at my weekly golf game. Your new young stud Alan here is in our foursome so one Saturday a few weeks ago, it had been a very hot day and all the guys went for a shower after the game. Anyhow, there's Alan having a shower alongside of me and I spotted his armoury and I thought to myself that's a pretty impressive piece of equipment. Straight away, it occurred to me that this could be just what my wife needs to satisfy her increased libido…"

"But Phil, are you missing something here? It's not like Alan's thick cock is a new car for me to drive. You're messing with our marriage … with the vows we made to love honour and obey until death do us part. There is nothing in the marriage manual to say that you should go out and find a guy with a thick cock and offer him your wife on the side. And even if you did think that his cock was what I needed, did it ever occur to you to ask me if that's what I really wanted?"

"I know you Wendy, you would have automatically said no to avoid hurting my feelings … but deep inside, I knew for sure that was exactly what you needed."

"That's a big call Phil … and a big risk to take with our marriage. What if I fall in love with Alan?"

"That's not going to happen, he's got a beautiful fiance and they're getting married next year."

"Well, there's a news flash." She turned to look back down at Alan with the look of a deceived woman. "Didn't tell me about the fiance, did you? Didn't you think I should know about her?"

"Babe, it's not like we were starting an affair … a love-match. Don't read too much into this, it was just me giving you one last Monday … and then I enjoyed myself so much, I came back for an encore today."

"What if I decide that's not enough … that I want a few more encores with you?"

"That's up to Phil, it was all his idea."

"So it seems," Wendy turned back to lock eyes with her husband once more. "All your idea, eh?" Philip nodded in agreement, a smirk on his face. "And your excuse is you were doing it all for me?" Philip nodded affirmatively again. "So what do you get out of it? Is this tacky enough to be a wife swap? Do you get to… let me see, what was Alan's choice expression a moment ago? Oh yes, do you get to give it to Alan's fiance?"

Both men chorused an emphatic "No!" together.

"Well, I'm glad about that! But tell me Phil, what was it like watching and listening to your wife having full-on sex with another man … a younger man? 

"I must admit that it has been difficult, more so than I expected. I am not normally a jealous man, as you well know. But to see you and Alan doing it … and you enjoying it so much … and to hear some of the things you said about his cock – and about mine…"

"Oops!" She was blushing again and she brought her hands together and buried her face in them. "Oh shit, I am so sorry Phil. Oh God, what did I say? It was all in the heat of passion, please understand that, Phil."

"I think I do! Let me see, there was something about my not having staying power, coming only once a night … and then you told Alan that when his cock went down, it was still as big as what you were used to."

Wendy cringed, "Philip, I am so sorry, you've always been enough for me."




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 02



"Until now I guess."

"Yes, well you brought this on, you started it. You put Alan and I together, now you have to wear the consequences. Phil, I come back to the danger I mentioned before that Alan and I might fall in love. Didn't that ever occur to you?"

"Wendy, he's not going to throw away his future with his gorgeous fiance and the prospect of having kids for a woman 16 years older than him, no matter how beautiful you are and how great in bed you are."

"I could still have kids, I'm not that old."

Philip allowed that last comment to hang in the air without response, so she continued. "Philip, I'm not saying I want to leave you. I am just saying that you took a big risk and I could have. Obviously after hearing this young man here tell me with such passion and emotion that he just wanted to give me one, there would never have been any serious possibility of a lasting relationship."

"Of course not honey, you are doing it with him for the exquisite thrill that his thick cock brings you."

"How shallow does that make me?"

"Don't be hard on yourself Wendy, it was a time in your life when you felt the need for an illicit pleasure."

Wendy still sat astride the muscular young body of Alan, his thick cock embedded completely inside her liquid cunt, her legs wrapped beside his body with her knees bent. She was naked to the waist and wore only her garter belt and stockings below. Alan too was naked, lying flat on his back on the bed … he had said nothing since Philip walked in. Philip, also nude, sat alongside his wife, their heads turned toward each other as they talked.

"Wendy, we've always had a pretty good sex life, okay?"

"Yes we have Phil, but you have always been the only man I needed."

"I just wanted to give you a little present, a little bonus in your life. I am confident we can go back to enjoying what we have after Alan has moved on."

"When will that be? When do I have to cast him adrift and resume our marriage?"

"That's up to you honey, I gave him to you. But you have to make the call when you've had enough."

"I suppose you'd like me to say that's now and get off him and send him home?"

"Strangely enough, no I don't!"

"You don't?"

"No, you planned to have an afternoon of secret sex with Alan … the afternoon is only half over, although it's not a secret any more."

"Phil, you still haven't explained to me why you are sitting here alongside me without a stitch of clothing on. I can see that your cock is hard and you haven't let go of it since I first saw you there in the doorway. Are you turned on by watching Alan do me, Philip?"

Her husband looked a bit embarrassed, he turned away from her probing eyes before answering, "I have to admit it does, Wendy."

"But why? I can't imagine anything worse than watching your spouse doing it with another person. Phil, I would be horrified if I had to watch you with another woman."

"Honey, I can't explain what it is, all I know is that it is a phenomenon that affects a lot of guys. It's quite a turn on! I've been hard since I snuck back into the house right after Alan arrived."

"Perhaps I better send Alan home then, so that you and I can get to know each other all over again."

After all this time, Alan at last spoke, "Ahem … do I get a say in this?" Both Philip and Wendy turned their attention to Alan lying on his back on the bed. "Guys, I've still got a raging hard-on buried inside this beautiful woman and I'm not leaving this bed until I get my rocks off again."

Wendy frowned down at him, "Alan, be reasonable. I couldn't go on with you now that I know Philip's watching us."

Philip interrupted, "Honey, that's not fair. Alan has been very good to you … the least you could do is let him cum again."

Wendy looked to be very reluctant as she looked from one man to the other. "I'd rather not, but I suppose it is a bit unfair to leave Alan hanging. Phil, would you mind going outside while we finish please."

"No way, I've watched everything you've both done for two hours, I'm not leaving now. You and Alan finish what you're doing and then it's my turn. I am horny as hell."

Wendy looked between the two men. "I can't believe this … I can't believe that I am about to continue having sex with Alan while you sit alongside me Philip. This is so crazy."

Her husband's hand stroked up and down her bare back. "Go on honey, you can do it. Go on, you were doing great, lifting up off him and then crashing back down. I bet that felt good inside you, didn't it?"

Her head was turned, watching her husband while she sat atop her lover. Wendy closed her eyes to reflect again, "Yes it did Philip, it really did!"

"Well go on honey, you can do it some more … come on, push up now."

With her eyes still closed, her legs strengthened and her lower torso lifted, her wet cunt sliding up off Alan's shaft. "Ungghh!" she gasped as the sensation became too much for her. Only the head of Alan's cock remained inside her until she changed direction and her body plunged back down over his thick cock. "Ungghh!"

Her momentum quickened as Wendy – her eyes still closed to shut out the sight of her husband watching – got back into a steady rhythm of rises and falls, extracting maximum pleasure from the hard shaft that moved up and down within her.  

"Hey man, wet your finger and stick it up her arse," Alan said to Philip. If Wendy heard her lover speak to her husband, she didn't show any reaction.

"I don't know, I'm not really into that."

"Go on man, she gets a buzz out of that. It will give you something to do instead of just sitting there watching us. It's a bit creepy buddy!"

Slowly, Philip withdrew his hand from his wife's back and brought it to his lips. He licked his fingers and then slipped his hand back to rest it just at the top of her arse cleavage.

"Go on Phil, shove your finger, just be gentle. I'm telling you she loves it."

Philip turned to look at his wife, sitting alongside him, her eyes closed, her body rising and falling, her face reflecting the pleasure that she was obviously feeling. Ever so gently, his wet fingers traced down the crease of her arse. When they were about halfway down her crack, Philip's finger touched her anus and he applied a bit of pressure.

"Ummm!" Wendy uttered an extra expressive sigh amidst the range of sounds she was emitting as the pleasurable throbbing again took over deep inside her body. 

Philip massaged his wet finger around the tender edges of her anal ring and then pushed against her tight sphincter. Again his wife moaned her pleasure and she seemed to lower her head and shoulders down toward Alan's chest. This caused her arse to stretch wider and with her frantic pelvic movements on Alan's shaft in her cunt, Philip's finger was sucked inside her rectum.

Wendy's pleasure was intense, her body pulsed and throbbed, her breathing and her loud moaning indicated another orgasm was almost upon her. Both men knew it and each contributed in their own special way. Alan thrust his thick shaft up into her receptive cunt while Philip was now driving his lone finger in and out of her tight arse. Her body exploded in a violent and wild and abandoned climax that left her gasping for breath. Philip's left hand pumped his hard-on while the finger of his right hand thrust in and out of her rectum.

Eventually all movement stopped. Philip had wanted to release his load, but he was strong and held off … he so wanted his cock to cum in the warm place that his buddy Alan currently occupied.

After long minutes, Wendy raised her head and looked around her dreamily. "Oh shit, that was amazing!" She turned her head around to focus on her husband now almost behind her. "Was that your finger in my arse?"

Philip looked sheepishly at his wife, "Yes it was honey! Was it okay?"

"Feels nice darling, we should explore that a little more sometime."

"Yeah sure, that would be good," replied Philip, wriggling his finger around inside her arse.

"Ummm! Oh dear, it's still there. Oh my goodness, that's very naughty, isn't it?"

"Naughty, but good Wendy," Alan spoke from beneath her and her head spun back to face him.

"Did you cum yet, Alan?"

"Afraid not babe, you don't give me long enough. But I tell you what, have I got a deal for you?"

"What, what is it? I'm not sure if I will like your idea of a deal."

"You will love it babe … and so will Phil. Will you two guys trust me, eh?"

Wendy turned to look back at her husband and then they both turned to Alan. They chorused "Okay!" in unison.

"Great…" said Alan, "You got any KY?"

"What's that?" queried Wendy.

"Oh shit, what a sheltered life you two lead. Phil, go outside the door, I left my bag out there. Open it up and you'll find a tube of KY Jelly inside. Bring it back here to the bed … this is going to be great!"

To be continued...



The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 03



Wendy needed a tax adviser to sort out her last return as a business owner after selling her small business. Her husband Philip had previously completed her tax returns, but he suggested bringing in somebody better qualified to help this time. Philip recommended a colleague he knew. This young man, 26 year old Alan turned out to be a well-endowed stud who gave Wendy much more than tax advice.

After spending one thrilling afternoon with Alan, Wendy looked forward to a repeat 5 days later, but to her stunned surprise, Philip turned up to secretly watch his wife and her lover getting it off. In a shock bedside revelation, Philip confessed to Wendy that he had enjoyed watching her get laid. Alan is about to propose that the afternoon develop into a threesome. Will Wendy be able to cope?

Chapter 8

"Oh shit, what a sheltered life you two lead. Phil, go outside the door, I left my bag out there. Open it up and you'll find a tube of KY Jelly inside. Bring it back here to the bed … this is going to be great!"

Philip did as his young golfing buddy suggested and, stark naked, he padded out into the hallway and found Alan's attache case. Opening it up, he grabbed the tube of KY and returned to the bedroom. Philip had by now let go of his erection and it stood out proud and horizontal as he walked. 

His wife's head was turned to watch him, her body still sitting atop her young stud, his thick hard-on still packed tightly into her cunt. She was nervous and puzzled about what Alan was proposing. "What's happening Alan?" she asked as she turned back to look down on the young man whose thick shaft had brought her so much pleasure already today.

"It's okay Wendy, you're gonna love this," he attempted to reassure her as his hands folded around her back and he pulled her down flat on his chest, her face alongside his on the pillow.

"I don't know if I will Alan. I'm starting to get the message … there aren't too many places where Phil can put his cock. I don't think I'm ready for this."

"Shush, of course you are. I'm told that this is a mind-blowing experience for a woman." As his words attempted to mentally prepare her, his fingers roamed softly down her back and Wendy felt his fingers pulling both cheeks of her arse outward, spreading her tiny anal opening lewdly to Philip's gaze as her husband knelt on the bed behind her holding the tube of lubricant. Alan directed his words now to Philip, "Put some of that KY on your fingers Phil and liberally spread it on her anus … and inside too."

"No guys, I don't want to do this, I've never had it in there before, I just know it's going to hurt." Wendy tried to raise her upper body from off Alan's chest but one of his hands flew back from her arse to hold her down firmly. She felt her husband's fingers obediently doing as Alan had directed. At least Philip was gentle and Wendy found her body squirming around as her husband's fingers teased her spread anal opening as he applied a liberal covering of the jelly.

Alan's hand was at the back of her neck, holding her cheek against his while her husband's fingers did his bidding. "Shush honey, I'm not gonna lie to you, there might be just a bit of pain when he goes in, but I believe it is mind boggling for a woman when she's got two cocks inside her body at the same time."

Wendy winced as she felt one of her husband's fingers push past her tight sphincter to take a large dollop of KY inside her rectal passage. The tightening of her abdominal muscles had a corresponding effect on Alan's thick cock as he felt her cunt clamp around it in a tremor triggered by her arse. "Oh honey, feels good already."

"Yeah, for you it might. Look, I think we might give this a break." Her face partly buried in the pillow alongside Alan's head, she raised her voice to make sure her husband could hear her. "Phil, can you take your finger out of my arse please?"

But instead of responding to her request, Wendy felt a second lubricated finger slipping in the tight chute, joining the first. "Oh my God … no Phil, take it out please."

The men were ignoring her pleas and she heard Alan telling Philip, "When you've got her arse all lubed up Phil, spread some all over your cock."

Philip's two fingers spread the jelly all around the walls of her rectum and Wendy then felt temporary relief from her discomfort as the two fingers popped out of her anal opening. For a half a minute, there was nothing and she imagined that her husband was doing as Alan had told him, applying the sticky gel all over the surface of the head and shaft of his cock. She considered another plea, but dismissed it as unlikely to alter the event that was about to unfold within her body. She clamped her legs tightly against the outside of Alan's hips, snuggled her lips against his neck and braced her arse for the anticipation of her husband's carnal assault on it.

Wendy didn't have to wait long, her whole body tensed as she felt the hard knob of Philip's cock nudge directly at her anus. "Relax honey, it's gonna be okay," came Alan's reassuring words as Philip's cock momentarily left the tiny slot of her spread anus and slid around in the jelly that was coated up and down her parted arse crack. Gradually, she forced her body to relax as Alan lifted her head and applied his lips to hers, engaging her in a passionate open-mouthed kiss that managed to distract her from her fear.

Philip heard his wife's passionate moans as the tongue of the young stud beneath her pushed and probed around inside her warm wet mouth. Philip's hands held her hips tightly and his eyes gazed down at the appealing target that her anal ring presented to him as he slid his cock back to the slot of her anus. Philip noted that her hips were now gently writhing within his hands as the passion of Alan's kiss caused her cunt to grind around on the thick shaft embedded in it.

Philip's thumbs spread, trying to pull more of her cheeks apart, opening her tiny hole up as widely as he could. When he was convinced that his positioning was right, that his angle of entry was direct, Philip gave a firm thrust with his hips and he watched in awe as his cock-head was swallowed up inside the tight anus that had looked impenetrable only a moment ago.

Wendy tore her mouth away from Alan's and let out a powerful scream as she felt her husband's cock head push past her tight sphincter. "Christ, that hurts!"

"Only for a moment Wendy," came Alan's reassuring words as he tried to re-engage her lips and tongue with his own.

"Oh God, Phil … you feel as big as Alan's. Oh shit, you're going to split me apart."

Philip didn't know what to tell his wife. Anal had never been his thing … until now. But as he looked down on his wife's spread arse and felt the magical tight grip of her anal ring around the ridge behind the head of his cock, Philip was delirious with the pleasure that surged through him.

Alan did all the talking. "Wendy honey, you're going to be okay … I told you before it will only hurt for a bit. You've got the worst of it now…"

She was teary and emotional. "I don't want any more … Philip, for God's sake, take it out."

Alan's words continued to reason with her, "Honey, just hang in there … I promise no one will move until you're ready. Just lie there, your body is going to adjust to it in a minute … you'll see I'm right."

"Shit, I hope so … because at this moment, I just want you both out of me."

"Wendy, couples are doing this all the time … anal has become such a big thing."  "They might be doing anal, but I bet no other woman has got two guys trying to ram themselves inside at the same time."

"Of course they are, its called double teaming, it's very popular these days. Don't think you're on your own. Lots of women have done it and they all survived. Now just relax your body. Honey, from where I'm lying I can see Phil's face and you wouldn't believe how he looks. Your arse is giving him the greatest pleasure. Right Phil?"

Philip was absorbed with the pleasure on his cock head from his wife's tight arse and hadn't really been listening to Alan's words, but he heard his name mentioned and switched back on. "What Alan?"

"Phil, I was just telling your lovely wife that from the look on your face, you're really into having Wendy's tight arse."

"Alan, words cannot describe it, her arse feels like heaven, gripping my hard-on so tightly."

"Yeah, and that's only with just the knob inside, eh? Come on Wendy, he's loving it … you can't deny him this. How's it feeling now honey?"

"Umm, it's a bit better … there's no sharp pain now, I just feel incredibly full inside."

"Well, you're going to feel even fuller. Come on, give me another kiss and let your hubby plug you with the rest of his cock."

Wendy obliged, lowering her lips back onto Alan's and their mouths opened mutually, eager for more of the wet tongue action. Behind her head, one of Alan's hands gave a thumbs up gesture to Philip, indicating he should proceed. Philip's hands gripped his wife's hips tighter and he eased the cock head back ever so slightly and then plunged it forward, sinking an inch of his shaft in to follow the cock head carving a path into her virgin rectum.

This time, Wendy's lesser scream was muffled within the tongue kissing and Alan broke the kiss just momentarily to praise her compliance. "Good girl, you see, it gets easier." Then his tongue was back inside her open mouth and she moaned a mixture of sexual arousal with anal discomfort.

Philip was revelling in the pleasure that her arse was delivering to his sensitive cock and he pushed hard again, burying another inch into her tight rectum. Now he could feel Alan's thick cock shaft against his own … such was the thin substance of the walls of Wendy's interior that Philip felt almost like he was in the same passage. For a moment, homophobic fears surfaced and he questioned whether he should be doing this. But the pleasure along the sensitive underside of his cock was so extreme that he plunged inward again, determined to lodge all of his six inches within his wife's arse.

At last, Philip's hard-on was buried to the hilt within Wendy's arse and he gazed down in wonder at how it was possible for her lower body to absorb all of him and all of Alan's thick cock too. Wendy was wondering that also as her mouth parted from Alan's seductive and engaging tongue kissing and she came up for air. "I can't believe it, I feel so goddamn full."

Philip leaned around his wife's back to talk to Alan, lying beneath her. "Hey Alan, have you ever done this before? Did you know how it was going to feel?"

"No I didn't man, I can't believe it. Everything's so fuckin' tight … and I can feel your damned cock like it's right in there with me. Shit, it's a bit freaky."

"Yeah I know, I didn't know what to say to you about that. I want to be turned on by being up inside my wife's arse, not by rubbing against your friggin' cock."

"Phil, don't say anything more until we both start moving."

"Oh God no," interrupted Wendy. "You can't possibly move, not both of you."

"That was the general idea sweetheart," responded Alan as he started to withdraw his thick cock from her tight sheath. Philip felt Alan's thick cock slipping away and wondered if he should withdraw too.

Then Alan shoved his cock hard up inside Wendy's tight cunt and Philip felt it come back hard, the two cocks each rubbing against their sensitive undersides through the thin walls of Wendy's intimate interior. Wendy shrieked in dismay as Alan thrust back inside her.

Alan drew his thick cock back out again. "Phil, how about you pull out as I'm coming in … that way we can get some sort of rhythm going."

Philip did as the young man advised and as he felt Alan's cock coming back up to fill his wife's cunt, Philip pulled his cock steadily out of her tight arse until just his cock head remained inside her, clinging to her tight anal opening.

"Hey that's much better Phil, what do you think Wendy?" Alan was enthusiastic about the latest moves, but Wendy could only manage to grunt as now her body was twisted and shoved in two different directions. Alan would push his enormous girth into Wendy's cunt as Philip's cock pulled back from her arse, only to have the roles reversed when Philip steadily drove his hard-on back up her rectum while Alan pulled his cock from her cunt.

Grunts and the occasional moan came from Wendy as both her husband and her stud lover pushed and prodded her supple mature lower body. Philip would be the first to cum, he had been hovering on the edge for hours, his cock hard ever since his buddy claimed Wendy's tight cunt around 1.30. Philip was absorbed by the delicious sensations that ran from the underside of his cock all the way to his brain, telegraphing that the end was near.

"I can't hold back, I'm gonna cum. Oh Wendy, your arse is just sensational. Oh shit, I wish I could stop it … but I can't. Oh shit … oh shit!" They were his last words as Wendy felt the inside of her rectum blasted by his outpouring of warm cum that splashed its way deep inside her.

Then from beneath her, Wendy heard Alan's plaintive wail, "Oh Christ man, shut up … you're setting me off. I can't hold it back. Oh shit, where's my control gone?"

Wendy felt a second surge of release as Alan's warm cum splashed into her uterus, exploding out of the end of his shaft in a deeply satisfying climax. She hung on for the wild ride until both men's cocks were at last steady … and deflating.

"Hey guys," she said surprisingly chirpy after what she had just been through. "Didn't wait for me, did you?"

"Honey, I really wanted to," lied her husband, satisfied at last after all of the watching. "I just couldn't hold onto it."

"That's alright darling," she told Philip, trying to turn her head around to look at him. "I guess you've been holding that back for quite a while."

"Since you two started, that's how long. Shit, I'm well and truly fucked now!"

"Did you like it Philip? Being in my arse I mean … was it good darling?"

"It was fuckin' great, I never knew it could feel so good. Shit, that is so tight in there."

"Do you think you might want to do it again some time darling?"

"That's entirely up to you Wendy. I'm game if you are."

She had managed to turn her head right around and she leaned up to give her husband a chaste kiss on his lips. "I think I'd like to try it again … but only you next time, okay darling?"

"Sure," said Philip to his wife.

Wendy turned back to look down on the young stud whose slowly deflating cock still filled her adequately. "No offence Alan, but I think I could handle it better if it was just Phil in my arse … without that gigantic cock of yours up inside me too."

"Yeah, that's alright, I understand. Listen honey, I'm sorry I came so quickly, I would have liked to have given you another one … you know, err, orgasm I mean."

She lay her head down on the young man's chest as Philip pulled his now limp tool from out of her arse with a pop. Her husband flopped down on his back on the bed beside the still joined couple. "That's okay, I did all right earlier. I'm a bit sore everywhere down there, but now it's over, I do have to admit it was exciting to do it that way. Thanks guys!"

Silence descended over the bedroom as all three slumbered in the afterglow of a strenuous sexual workout.

Chapter 9

Philip stirred first, waking about 5.30pm and he looked across at his beautiful red-haired wife still lying down on her young lover's strong muscular body. Her face lay on Alan's upper chest just below his chin and was turned toward her husband. There was a contented smile on her sleeping face. 

Philip thought that she might be uncomfortable in the doubled-up position he had left her in after their double teaming action. But on looking down the joined bodies, he could see that Wendy had straightened her legs at some time after the sexual threesome finished and they lay on the outside of Alan's legs. 

Philip cradled his head in the palm of the hand of one arm that was bent at the elbow to give his eyes some height as he scanned along the shapely curves of his wonderful wife. Even though she lay atop the body of Alan, with her breasts flattened against his chest, her back dipped in just above her hips and then flared up for her prominent shapely arse. Her pelvis was directly above Alan's groin and Philip wondered if Alan's cock had retained sufficient rigidity for the two to be still coupled. 

Quietly so as not to wake the sleeping pair, Philip sat up and moved his head down to above his wife's shapely arse. Her cheeks were almost together now, only spread slightly by the fact that her thighs were parted to lay either side of Alan's thighs. Philip could just see his wife's weeping anus within the crack of her arse … weeping with a trail of white that disappeared down toward her cunt … it was Philip's discarded cum that had seeped from her arse over the past two hours.

Dropping his head lower to peep in toward his wife's cunt, Philip could see that Alan's cock did indeed appear to be still lodged within Wendy's body. It was certainly not impressively erect as he had watched it earlier as it plundered Wendy's receptive cunt. But even in this dormant flaccid state, there was enough of him to keep it inside of her. He wondered if his wife had stirred at all in the past two hours only to find Alan still fitted inside her cunt … was that what had brought such a contented smile to her face even in sleep?

After inspecting the fornicating couple on his bed, Philip rose and walked around the end of the bed, heading toward the en suite bathroom across the room. He took a piss and splashed some water on his face before heading back to again check out the sleeping pair.

When he re-entered his bedroom, he saw that his wife had woken and while still lying on top of Alan, she had her head raised looking toward her husband. Philip walked to the side of the bed and she reached a hand out to take one of his. "Are you okay?" she whispered, worried about the effect that watching she and Alan fucking may have had on her husband.

"Yes honey, I'm good. Actually I'm great really … I enjoyed it all. Watching you and Alan and then trying it in your arse. Shit, that was great!"

Wendy smiled at him, "That's good, I was very worried about you."

"How did you cope with it? You were screaming and I nearly stopped."

"It hurt a bit at first, but Alan was good the way he coaxed me through it … and you were so gentle darling. So gentle that I might even do it again sometime … but just you and me."

"That sounds good. Listen, I'm going to have a shower, clean up a bit … I see that you've still got his cock inside you so you two might want to do a bit more when he wakes up."

Wendy began to ease herself up off Alan's body, "No, I really have had enough of his big cock … I'll come with you darling." She lifted her body up high and both she and Philip looked down between her legs as the last part of her to break contact with Alan was her clinging cunt that seemed reluctant to shed the invader. She eased herself off the bed without waking Alan and tried to stand, but Philip had to reach out to hold his wife as her legs shook. "Oh my God, I'm a bit unsteady on my feet."

"Yeah, well it stands to reason … you have been on top of him for what, two or three hours?"

She hugged her husband's body to her, seeking his comforting arms, his reassurance that he still loved her despite her transgression this week. "I guess you're right. Come on, that chapter is over now, let's you and I get cleaned up."




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 03



They began to walk toward the bathroom, his arm protectively around his wife's shoulders, but Wendy had to break and run ahead when she felt the cum of two men leaking from two of her orifices, running down her thighs. "Oh hell, I'm gonna leak on the carpet," she told him as she slipped one hand down to cover her cunt and the second hand down to cover her arse. Philip laughed at how she looked as she sprinted into the bathroom.

By the time Philip came into the bathroom, his wife was sitting on the toilet, allowing the discarded cum of her two men drip into the bowl while she unclasped the stockings from her garter belt and rolled them down her legs. He walked past her and reached into the shower stall to start the hot water running. Then he turned and held out a hand for her to join him.

"Hang on a moment," Wendy told her husband. "I need to take a pee while I'm here and he saw her raise her arse up slightly from the seat so as to better angle her pee into the bowl. He still held one of her hands, waiting and watching and listening to her steady stream until she had finished pissing. Then she rose and half turned to get some paper.

"Don't bother with that," he told her, pulling on her hand for her to come and join him in the shower.

"Force of habit Phil, it's just what a woman does, I pee and I wipe." Wendy gave up on the need to wipe, realising that was silly when they were about to step into the shower to wash away the remnants of several hours of sex from their bodies. She joined him in the shower and was the first to grab the soap as the married couple let the hot water cascade down over their bodies.

She lathered up her hands and began at his chest, cleaning the sweat from his body. But soon her hands were down at his cock, attempting to arouse new life into it. Having quickly achieved that purpose, she told him, "Turn around." He did and he faced the tiled wall of the shower and placed his hands flat against it, spreading his legs as he felt Wendy's soapy hands delve in between his arse cheeks. Her fingers on one hand gently teased his anus while the fingers and thumb of the other formed an 'o' to stroke his hard-on.

Philip moaned appreciatively as his wife's fingers stroked and delved. Then he spun around and took the soap from her; "Your turn now!" and he began to lather up her still perky breasts. After he had allowed the water to rinse the soap from her shapely orbs, Philip's head dipped down and he sucked her nipples in their firm rigid state. While his mouth was busy there, she felt his hands reach down between her thighs and Philip used the soap almost as a dildo to push and probe in all the right places.  

"Careful Phil," she cautioned reluctantly. "I'm a bit sore down there." 

Philip dipped his fingers into her cunt, "You're also still pretty open from big Alan."

"Oh God, I hope it closes up soon, I want to go back to being tight for you."

Without finishing the cleaning, Wendy felt her husband push her back against the tiled shower stall and his hands grabbed the backs of her upper thighs and lifted her legs clear off the floor. Her head and back resting against the wall, she threw her arms around Philip's neck to hold herself up and then locked her ankles behind his arse as Philip brought her legs around his hips. She felt the hard knob of his cock stab at her opening. She flinched, it was tender there from the solid workout Alan's thick cock had given her.

Undaunted, Philip shoved his cock-head inside her widened cunt, the shaft tumbling in too as he thrust upward. It took just two strokes to lodge his cock inside her and without ceremony he began an urgent fast fuck. Wendy's cunt had been spread around Alan's thick tool for hours so it wasn't a tight fuck for Philip. That was probably just as well for Wendy, if her passage had been tight and his cock was touching the tender abused inner walls, it may have been quite painful for her. 

Sensing that this primal urgent fuck by her husband was a sequel to all he had watched in the preceding hours, Wendy knew that it would be quick. She took one hand from around his neck and managed to push it down between their copulating bodies, directing her fingers to her clit, striving to achieve a quick arousal to match that of her husband.

Together, their breathing quickened, their panting breaths loud above the roar of the shower. Amazingly, they managed to reach the peak together, Wendy's fingers flashing over her engorged clit to bring on a rapid response as Philip's cock spewed out another bountiful supply of his cum.

As his orgasm depleted his energy, Philip was forced to let her legs fall down, her feet again on the floor to support herself. He had to bend his knees, lowering his body to keep his deflating cock inside his wife as long as possible. His own body sagged against Wendy, pinning her to the shower wall while the water cascaded down to cleanse their tired bodies.

When at last Philip recovered and pulled himself back off his wife, she was smiling up at him. "Wow, that was frantic, Phil! You obviously needed that."

"Oh hell, did I ever? When I woke up in our bed, I was gazing at your beautiful body, adoring you, just realising how much I love you. Then when I got you in here in the shower, an incredible lust just came over me. I had to have you there and then."

"That's good Phil, you haven't expressed such an urgent need for me for goodness knows how many years. That was exciting that you could still get that aroused at our age. Maybe you were right, maybe Alan was what we needed, both of us."

Philip resumed soaping and cleaning his wife's luscious body without further interruption. They turned the water off and Philip dried Wendy with a big fluffy bath towel and then she reversed their positions and dried the water off him.

They came out of the bathroom together to find Alan standing beside their bed with at least half an erection. "Oh dear, that damn thing never goes down, does it?" said Wendy to Alan.

"Well it had actually, it was quite soft. But then, I could hear you two having such a good time in the shower … I have to admit Philip, I even went and took a peek."

"See Alan, I told you, it is a turn-on to watch."

"Yeah, but Wendy's not my wife … I still have a hard time coming to grips with how you can watch your wife do it with me. Anyway, we're not going there again, I think I'll have a shower too and then I'll leave you two lovebirds to have a good night together."

"Alan, would you like Wendy to help you out with that, just for one last time," volunteered Philip, only to have Wendy scowl and punch him on the arm.

"Phil, I told you how sore I was. Don't go offering me away again." She turned to her young stud lover, "Alan, I'm sorry, I don't think I could do it again."

Alan put his hand up, "Hey guys, no sweat. I'm cool about everything. Who knows, I might even have a quick wank in the shower. I can use the thought of what you two just did in there as my inspiration."

Alan disappeared into the bathroom and Wendy and Philip donned robes to go back out into the living room to enjoy a drink together and wait to say their goodbyes to Alan.

It would be another half-hour before Alan came into the living room, dressed as a businessman again, carrying his attache case. He placed the case on the coffee table in front of Wendy and Philip and removed a wad of papers. "Here is your final tax return Wendy, just sign where I have indicated and I will file the return for you. Oh, and here is my bill." Alan handed them an official looking invoice and they both scanned the writing that indicated the preparation of a tax return for the current fiscal year for Wendy Rawson. At the bottom, the total was $1,500, but beneath that was 'Say $0 in acknowledgment of services rendered.'

The couple smiled and Wendy spoke, "That's very nice of you Alan, thank you!"

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine."

"No, not all yours … I got a lot out of it too," she retorted, turning and looking sheepishly at her husband. "But enough is enough darling. Thank you for giving me the experience with Alan … I am grateful, but I don't think I should ever have any more." She leaned over to kiss Philip.

"I understand that and I will stay away, I promise you guys," stated Alan, who looked directly at Philip as he continued, "Although it could be hard for awhile. You have a beautiful wife and she is hot in bed. Don't ever forget that man."

"Thanks," said Philip and he stretched his hand out to shake Alan's hand. Wendy leaned forward and signed the tax return where indicated.

Alan picked up the documents and returned them to his attache case. "I will file these with the Taxation Department on Monday. Are we golfing tomorrow Phil?"

"Yeah, I guess so, nothing's changed between us."

"Good, I'll see you on the first tee at eight. I better be going, I have a fiance to re-acquaint with."

Alan turned to leave, but he paused a few steps away as he heard Philip say to his wife, "Honey, it might be nice to give Alan an appropriate goodbye kiss. You two have shared a lot this week."

Wendy rose to stand, but then turned to look back at her still seated husband, "Just what would be appropriate Phil?"

"Whatever you want, I just figured that since there had been a heap of passion and lust between you two, the least you could do was give him a nice goodbye kiss."

"Okay, if you say so!" she said as she stepped to bridge the gap between Alan and herself. She stepped into Alan's waiting arms, they were in profile to Philip, seated on the sofa watching their every move. He wondered if they might deny him his moment of voyeurism and take themselves out to the front door where they had so passionately kissed goodnight after their first session last Monday.

But Wendy now somewhat understood her husband's cravings and, just a few feet away from where Philip sat, she wrapped her arms around Alan's neck and pressed her abdomen tightly into her lover's, feeling his thick cock through his clothes and robe. Alan dropped one hand to fondle her arse and his mouth dipped to devour her mouth in a passionate kiss that drew an expressive moan from Wendy.

She lifted one foot up behind her, bending at the knee and then folded it around behind Alan's leg to get their bodies closer. Alan moved their bodies around so that Wendy's back was now toward her husband. The hand that was on her arse began to lift her knee-length robe up over her arse as the passionate tongue kissing continued. Wendy stretched up high on her toes, striving to bring her body in closer contact with Alan. The hem of the robe reached the underside curve of her arse and Alan pulled it higher and placed his bare hand on her smooth cheeks, running his fingers softly over her bare skin. One finger delved into the crack of her arse and Philip watched intently, knowing that the fingertip would by now be teasing her anus. The loud moan that came from Wendy's clamped and busy lips seemed to confirm it.

But then it was over, Alan released Philip's wife, his finger slipped out of the crease of her arse, her robe fell demurely back into place and their bodies parted. The room was filled with the aroused heavy breathing of the two. "I've gotta go, I won't tell my fiance what has caused me to be already erect," were his parting words as he turned to leave the room. "I'll let myself out, you two have fun."

Wendy stood still for a moment, watching Alan leave the room – and probably her life. She was still breathing heavily when she came back to the sofa where her husband still sat. Facing Philip, she placed first one knee alongside his thigh on his left, then her other knee alongside his thigh on his right and moved to sit on his legs, pulling the cord that released her robe in front, exposing her naked body to him.

Philip brought a hand down between them and his fingers traced a slippery path along her outer labia lips that were already spread … or were they still spread from the earlier activity. "You are so wet honey, I thought I dried you off after the shower."

"This wetness is new, just from Alan's kiss. Oh, and from his finger in my arse too, I suppose."

"In your arse, did he actually put it in?"

"Just a fraction, just down to the end of his fingernail I'd say from the way it felt. Phil, I so love that now. You're going to have to do it a lot to me, okay?"

"Yeah sure," was Philip's response. 

He felt Wendy loosen the cord of his robe and pull back the folds to reveal his naked body to her, his proud erection standing up between them. "My God, you are up again. You've come … what is it, twice now? How do you keep getting it up?"

"I keep seeing you do things that turn me on."

"Is this erection of yours because you watched Alan and I kissing just then?"

"Not just kissing, it looked and sounded like it was filled with passion … I bet there was lots of tongue."

"Oh, there sure was," she seemed to swoon as she told him.

"And then he lifted your robe at the back and I was watching him touching your arse – my wife's arse, in front of me. And I could see his finger going deep in the crack of your arse and I just knew it was touching you there … so intimately."

"Well in that case, I better do something about this." She backed her body off his legs until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. "I told you before I'm pretty sore so you can't come inside me again tonight … besides I want to leave it alone for a while, try to get it back to the right size. So how about I do this for you?" Wendy leaned forward and her lips closed over the erect head of his cock. Philip let out an expressive sigh as his wife went to work on pleasuring him one more time, releasing the arousal and the emotions of having watched his wife enjoy another man … a younger more powerful and virile man. Still, Philip wasn't doing too badly now.

His release took a while this time, they both quietly wondered to themselves if he had any more cum to give. But at last Wendy's persistence – and her sucking lips and sweeping tongue - paid off and the reward was her mouth filling with his release and overflowing through her tightly clamped lips.

*

To be continued … young Alan will make one more surprise visit to Alan and Philip. Not for his own illicit pleasure, but he will make an unusual request of them. What will be the reaction of the older married couple? 



The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 04



42 year old Wendy needed a tax adviser to sort out her last return as a business owner after selling her small business. Her husband Philip had previously completed her tax returns, but he suggested bringing in somebody better qualified to help this time. Philip recommended a 26 year old colleague he knew, Alan who turned out to be a well-endowed stud who gave Wendy a lot more than tax advice.

Her second sexual encounter with Alan was watched and subsequently joined by Philip who chose to turn his wife's tryst into a menage a trois, revealing a different side of her husband to Wendy.

This part contains some degree of cuckolding and touches mildly on several fetishes such as spanking and peeing. If such material is likely to offend you, then close this file and try another story or another author.

Chapter 10

A Monday night at Philip and Wendy Greene's home in the suburbs … a night like most others for the conservative married couple. After dinner, the pair adjourned to their favourite chairs in the front room, to read and watch TV like most 40-somethings who had been married for 23 years. 

But this Monday night was exactly two weeks on since that incredible Monday afternoon when the taxation consultant, young stud Alan Rawson, just 26 years old, had entered the Greene's home to offer some tax advice. In less than an hour, he was entering the beautiful red-headed Wendy with his magnificent thick cock. This was only her second sexual transgression in her entire married life … that's if you count that ridiculous one-night fling with former family friend, Ron while sitting opposite her drunk husband at the card table.

This Monday night was also just ten days since she last saw Alan. That was on a Friday when she had expected to enjoy her second fornication with the young stud, having him to herself all afternoon. But Philip had appeared in their bedroom mid-afternoon … it turned out that he had been watching his wife and Alan and now wanted to participate in this whole affair. He got his wish in a wild double teaming (see Part 3) that introduced Wendy to the delights of anal sex.

Wendy was getting over her brief fling with Alan, even though at times through the day, she would catch herself day dreaming about their two incredible times together. About 8.30pm this Monday evening, the sound of the doorbell startled Wendy and Philip.

"Who could that be this late at night, honey? Are you expecting anybody?" Philip enquired of his wife before rising from his chair.

"No, not at all."

Philip walked to the door, checking through the peephole before opening it wide. "Alan, what on earth brings you around here…" adding sarcastically, "…without calling first."

The young man, a golfing buddy of Philip's as well as a brief sexual partner of Wendy, noted the sarcasm. "Yes Phil, I know … I know, I should have called first." He began to walk in through the open door. "I was actually late finishing with a client. Your house was on my way from the client to home, so I took a chance. Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, that's all right Alan, Wendy and I were just sitting around reading." The pair began to walk toward the living room where Wendy awaited, still curious at who would be visiting at this time of night. "I am surprised to see you here though," continued Philip, "I thought that we agreed that your liaison with Wendy had ended and that you wouldn't see her again."

By now they had entered the living room and Wendy's face brightened to a warm smile when she saw who was visiting. "Why Alan, what on earth are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you again." She looked across nervously toward her husband, wondering what his real reaction would be to a visit from her young stud lover.

Alan walked directly across to Wendy who had risen from her chair. When she saw him approach, her thoughts raced back to that last time she saw him. It was in this room, almost on the same spot of carpet where she now stood and his passionate farewell tongue kiss had melted her, nearly bringing her to orgasm on its own, without his touching her genitals.

Wendy looked at Alan apprehensively as his outstretched arms wrapped around her and he leaned in to kiss her. She kept her lips closed despite his attempt to push his tongue between them. He gave up, telling her, "It's nice to see you Wendy" before turning back to look at her husband. "I won't stay long guys, I actually came around to ask you a favour."

"Oh really," said Philip, "Take a seat Alan" and he pointed toward the sofa that was vacant. "Would you care to join us for a drink?"

"I think maybe I will thanks Phil. It doesn't matter what it is, so long as it's strong … I need to pluck up some courage to ask you both for your help."

Philip stepped over to the bar to make up some drinks for all three of them. Wendy filled the conversation gap while her husband was busy attending to the drink preparation. "Well Alan, you do have us intrigued. Whatever can it be that you need to ask that requires you to need a stiff drink?"

"Please be patient, I'll wait for Phil to join us. While I need to ask the favour of you Wendy, I would think my request will need Phil's approval."

"Oh dear, the mystery deepens, whatever can it be?"

Phil returned from the bar carrying all three glasses and deposited one in front of both Wendy and Alan. He then raised his own glass toward the others and offered a toast. "Well Alan, here's to whatever it is you want to propose."

They each drank from their glasses, Wendy and Philip sipped while Alan chugged down about two-thirds of his scotch and water in one gulp. Wendy and Philip sat back in their chairs and they looked across to Alan expectantly.

The young man cleared his throat and began, his voice somewhat shaky. "My … err, my mother died 6 months ago, she was quite young and she has left my father a widower at only 65. One would think he should still have a long life ahead of him, although he misses my mum terribly. But last week, the doctor told him that he too now has a terminal illness and will be unlikely to survive beyond another 12 months."

"Oh dear, that's sad," said Wendy.

"Yes, terribly sorry to hear that Alan … and I'm sorry about your mum, I didn't know about her passing."

"No Phil, she died just before I joined your Saturday golfing group."

"Alan, you must miss your mum … and now to be faced with losing your dad too, that is so sad," said Wendy. "But tell us, what does this have to do with us? What is the favour you want to ask?"

Alan looked down at his drink, appearing to be gathering the courage to ask his favour. "My mum and dad were a pretty frisky couple sexually … I mean they were at it all the time, like a couple of rabbits. Upstairs, downstairs, out by the pool. When mum died, it didn't just shatter my dad because he had lost his life partner, you see his still very active sex life came to a shuddering halt."

Wendy grew apprehensive at where this revelation was heading and she looked nervously across at her husband who looked back at her without comment. They both turned back toward Alan and he continued. "I really feel for my dad because mum's passing was quite sudden so it's not like he could prepare himself for losing her. I've tried to talk to him about how he's coping with his needs … you know, his sexual needs. I thought maybe I could organise a hooker for him, you know, once or twice a month. But he was adamant that he didn't want a woman that was paid for. I guess he's a bit old fashioned that way."

Philip interrupted. "Alan, I think I can see where this might be heading. I thought that you and I agreed that you would leave Wendy alone after your brief thing with her."

"Sure Phil, I agree and I fully intend to stay away from Wendy. But you have to understand that this is not for me. It's just that I'm feeling for my dad and his needs. Facing death the way he is now, he really needs a nice understanding mature woman who would know how to make him feel good. I was just hoping that for one day only, Wendy might agree to spend the day with him at his home, just looking after his needs, whatever they may be."

Wendy spoke up, "Alan, pardon my naivety, but what do you intend would happen in this one day? Are you expecting me to give him a sympathy fuck?"

"Call it that if you like, but yeah, I guess that's what it would be. Wendy, you are a really warm passionate woman. I'm only young, I don't think I've known a woman quite like you. The sex we had, I mean, it was just sensational and you were so enthusiastic … you really got into it. That's the kind of woman I'd like to give as a gift to my dad for one day, just to raise his spirits, to make him feel good. Not just to get his rocks off, any woman could do that for a man his age. But to make him feel like you're into it too … Wendy, you're the type of woman who is beautiful, with a great personality, still with a body to die for … and if you agreed, I can see that you would put everything into it."

"Thank you Alan, that's quite a wrap, but I don't know if I should…" Wendy turned to look at her husband wistfully before turning back to Alan. "I love Phil, we've been through a lot together. This latest thing with you, while I don't agree with the way he went about it, I do appreciate his motives, what he tried to do for me. I don't really want to go with other men … I didn't before and I still don't now. But those two afternoons we had were quite special and a wonderful experience in my life that I think will make my marriage stronger. Alan, what I'm saying is I would like to help your father, but I don't know if I can."

Alan dropped his head, he looked really sad and Wendy wondered if he was actually going to cry. She looked across at her husband. Philip spoke, "Alan, I tell you what, Wendy and I will have a talk about it … let's not totally dismiss it. Can you wait here a moment, Alan? Wendy, how about you come with me into the kitchen and we can discuss it privately?"

Surprised, Wendy nodded her agreement and followed her husband into the kitchen, fondly touching Alan's hair as she passed by where he was sitting. Once in the privacy of the kitchen, she was the first to speak. "Phil, what is it, do you want me to do this? I thought after my fling with Alan that you didn't want anything more like that to happen?"

"You're right honey, I don't. Having seen you with Alan, I've had my fill there, I wouldn't want you to go with him again."  "So what makes this different?"

"Wendy, it's so sad, I'm just thinking ahead, what if it was me when I get to 65 and you weren't around and our kids set me up with a woman as beautiful as you to look after me for a day. I would really want that."

"But I'm your wife, I can't just go around putting out for everybody with a sob story."

"So honey, you really don't want to do it, and that's that?"

Her eyes wandered around the room, not focussing on any one thing. "Oh darling, I don't know. As he was telling us what he wanted for his dad, a part of me was saying what harm would it do, it's just for one day … and I could make an old man very happy. It would sort of be a challenge, I guess … you know, to see just how happy and contented I could make him."

"So honey, what do we tell Alan when we go back in there?"

She moved closer to her husband, put her arms around him and gave him a hug. "I expected that you would be really against it, but I think you've convinced me … it seems to me like it would be alright with you. Now you're sure about that?"

"Yes I am," Philip folded his arms around Wendy and pulled her in tight to him.

Wendy went with the close hug, but then pulled back suddenly, "You bastard!"

"What, what's wrong?" Alan's face showed innocence.

"You rotten shit Phil, you're turned on by this aren't you? I just felt your hard-on, you're really big … and it's from thinking about my having sex with Alan's dad, isn't it?"

"No," protested Philip, "I've been horny for you all night, ever since we had dinner … really!"

"I don't know, I'm betting you've just come up, only when Alan told us what he wanted me to do." His wife pulled back within his arms, staring into his face suspiciously, as if she didn't believe his protestations of innocence.

Philip moved to distract her, "Come on honey, let's go cheer up Alan, tell him that we're both okay about it." He nearly had to drag her back into the living room where Alan awaited their return expectantly. "So honey, you should tell him," said Philip to his wife as they re-entered the room.

Wendy looked between Philip and Alan, back to Philip and then finally back to her recent young lover. "Alan, Phil and I have just discussed your proposal, or request, whatever … anyway, we've both decided that it will be okay for me to do what you want me to do with your dad … but only for one day and no repeats!"

Alan leapt up out of his chair and rushed forward to hug Wendy, who looked nervously across at her husband. "Oh Wendy, thank you so much, I really appreciate what you're going to do." Breaking from his hug with Wendy, he turned to Philip and held out his hand to shake. "And Phil, you are a truly generous man. I don't know too many other men who would allow their wife to do this."

Wendy cut in, "Oh don't give him too much credit Alan, Phil's not that honourable. He'll be getting his kicks out of it someway or another." She turned to look her husband in the eyes, "So what do you reckon Phil, are you going to ask Alan if you can watch?"

"Wendy, don't be silly." Philip was embarrassed, his face turned quite red.  "That's what you want, isn't it Phil? You'd like to watch me doing Alan's dad? That would be a turn-on for you, wouldn't it?"

Alan turned to him, "Phil, I don't think I could agree to that … we're talking about my dad here, he's a very private man."

"Yes, I realise that Alan, don't listen to Wendy, she's just imagining things."

"We'll see," said Wendy to her husband before she turned back to Alan. "I suppose I need to ask if your dad is as well endowed as you are?"

"What?" said Alan, looking blankly back at the beautiful red-haired wife of his golfing buddy.

Philip explained, "Well hung Alan, she means does your dad have a donkey cock too?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm being a bit thick aren't I?"

Wendy laughed, "You sure are, in more ways than one." She cheekily reached out and touched the front of Alan's trousers, feeling him quite large. "Ummm, always ready!"

Now it was Alan's turn to blush and he stammered his response, "No, err, no … not really … my dad is just … what you'd call normal in size in that department."

"Oh, about Phil's size then," said Wendy, reaching over to touch the front of her husband's trousers, again feeling the powerful erection there. "You know Alan, your request for me to spend a day with your father has really turned Phil on, look at this."

Philip tried to brush away his wife's hand. "No, Alan doesn't want to hear your crazy thoughts." He turned to Alan, "I've been up like this all evening Alan, but Wendy seems to think that I only got a hard-on when you asked about her helping your dad. She's imagining this, you know because of my wanting to watch you two doing it a couple of weeks ago."

"Yeah, well she could be right. But as I said Phil, there's nothing I can do for you here. I didn't mind you watching me doing Wendy, but I can't allow you to watch my dad."

"No no, that's quite okay Alan," insisted Philip, keen to distance himself from his wife's accusation.

Alan turned back to Wendy as all three stood in the middle of the living room. "So Wendy, when can we schedule this day for my dad? Is this week good for you?"

"I'm sorry Alan, no it's not. I got my period this afternoon so it looks like I'll be out of action for the rest of this week."

Alan looked really disappointed, "Oh okay then … well, you nominate a day that suits and I will make sure that dad is at home."

"What about Wednesday next week Alan, I'll be well over my visitors by then."

"Visitors, quaint description," said Alan. "Okay then, Wednesday it is. We'll plan for a whole day if that's okay with you. I told you that my dad's always been quite frisky for sex, that was when mum was alive. I'm not sure how he'll go now, so I figured I'd slip him a Viagra just before you two start."

"Okay, it's a date, what should I wear?"

"The stockings and garters that you wore for me would be great. He's 65 and he grew up when all women wore that stuff every day. He's often told me about that."

Alan leaned forward and gave Wendy a very chaste kiss on the cheek, whispering to her, "Thanks for agreeing to do this, I hope you get at least half as much out of it as my dad will. You are just going to knock him out." Alan then turned to Philip and again shook his hand, "You're a good man Phil…" Philip smiled at the compliment before Alan continued "…That is, for a kinky old perv."

Wendy laughed uproariously and the three walked to the door, bidding each other good night. It was a different farewell from the previous two times that Alan had left this house.

Chapter 11

Since Wendy had sold her business, she had taken to sleeping in, usually staying in bed until long after Philip had left for work. Occasionally, if he woke particularly horny, he would wake her for a quickie day-breaker fuck and she seldom objected. 

On this special Wednesday morning, Wendy had a date with Alan's father. She lay in bed wondering why her husband had not got out of bed to shower and shave. It was already 7.30, about the time Philip would normally leave the house.

Alan had arranged to pick-up Wendy at 8.45 to drive her to his father's house, so she had to make a move. She threw the doona back and stepped out of bed, casting off her short nightie to reveal her naked body. She turned back to see her husband lying in bed, his eyes now open, watching her.

"What's with you darling, shouldn't you be up and gone by now?" she enquired.

"I'm certainly up, but I'm not gone." At his comment, Wendy looked more intently and saw that the doona was indeed tented by his erection that must be standing straight up from his prone body.

"Oh dear, I really don't have time for that, I have to get ready darling."

"Yes I know, that's okay. You have to get ready to go fuck a man – a stranger, I understand."

She pulled a face, "Oh Phil, you make it sound awful."

"No honey, it's not awful, I am really pleased that you're doing this. It's good to try new things, this will be a whole new experience for you … and I am sure that you will like it. Just remember, you will be making an old man really happy."

"Which old man, you or him?"

"Ouch, that barb really stung. Perhaps both honey."

"Can I have the first shower Phil?"

"Yes go for it, I told the office I would be in late today." He had to raise his voice because Wendy had already disappeared into their en suite bathroom and he needed to be heard above the sound of her pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl.

Next Philip heard the water running in the shower and he contemplated getting up to join his wife. But he knew that she wanted to present her body fresh to Alan's father, not carrying the residue of her husband's cum in any of her orifices.

At last, the water stopped running and he lay there in bed, waiting expectantly to see his wife reappear in the bedroom. He had thought about wanking to relieve his arousal, but preferred at this stage to remain on the edge, his cock stiff as an iron bar, propping up the sheet and the doona.




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His wife was a vision when she reappeared, completely naked with a towel wrapped around her head to dry her hair. Philip's eyes followed her every move as she walked to the dresser and picked up the perfume bottle, using one finger to dab a discreet drop on the inner slopes of her near perfect breasts at the point where they formed her cleavage. Then she touched another dab above the slit in her pubic mound … the slit that would later open to reveal her clitoris to the old man. Finally she turned her body to place her back to the mirror, twisting her head around so she could examine the wonderful shape of her arse reflected. Both she and her husband watched as her finger placed the last drop of perfume deep within the cheeks … so deep it must have almost caressed her anal ring.

"Are they all of the places where you intend for him to have his face?" queried Philip.

"You never know, I have to be prepared," she told him with a smile.

The scenting of her body complete, Philip watched from the bed as Wendy opened a drawer and selected her tiniest thong, lifting each leg one at a time to draw it over her feet. Then up over her sleek legs, pulling it all the way until the skimpy garment snugly but barely covered her pubic mound. She pulled the thin strong waistband up high and then used her fingers to adjust the thin strand of material in between her arse cheeks. When she turned her back to her husband again, the thin material of her thong was so deeply embedded in the cleavage of her arse, it looked like she could be bare arse naked.

Going back to the drawer, Wendy selected a lacy garter belt and attached it to her waist, just above the waistband of her thong. Then she took a pair of nylon stockings from her drawer and walked over to the bed where her husband lay watching. She placed one foot up on the bed, the other still on the floor, pointing her barely thong covered pubic mound directly at Philip and threw one nylon stocking at his face.

It fell across his face and he left it there, enjoying the soft touch of the gauzy nylon as he watched her bunch up the other stocking and push her toes into it. She wriggled her toes, making them secure at the end of the stocking before drawing the bunched up nylon over her heel, then up over her calves, her knees. At mid thigh, they were so stretched that it made the black nylon now sheer, her pale legs beneath the nylon almost making the black change colour.

She reached across the bed and pulled the other stocking slowly off her husband's face, then changed feet and did the same to cover the other leg in nylon. The stockings were stay-ups and would have held in place, but Alan had requested that she wear a garter belt to remind the old man of his teenage years fumbling under dresses of the females that he went out with.

Wendy took her foot off the bed and her hand came up to her lips to blow her husband a kiss. "Why did you stay here to watch this?" she asked as she walked back across the room and rummaged in an old shopping bag on the floor. Philip was curious as he saw her bring out some clothing, one white and one grey.

"Honey, you know the way I am now, how I sort of like to watch. Well, you know how much I would love to be there today, all day, in that house with you as you do Alan's father. But since I can't, I figured that I'd watch you get dressed so that all day at work I can picture how you look when you're with him. Of course, I want to hear every detail from you when you get home tonight."

"So this is all about satisfying your needs as much as it is about helping Alan's dad?"

Philip looked embarrassed, "Let's just say we all get something out of it."

"Phil, you might be picturing me looking like this while you're at the office, but judging by what Alan said about his father being such a horny devil, I don't expect to be in it for long."

"I know, but it helps with my fantasy. Shit, I can't see me getting much work done today." Wendy threw the white and grey garments down on the bed. "What have you got there honey?"

"Oh, Alan dropped these by yesterday…"

"You didn't tell me Alan was here, did he try to… err…"

"Did he try to fuck me, is that it Phil. God, what is it, have you become jealous?"

"No, not jealous … I have told you before that I don't object if you do anything with Alan, or with his dad today. That's okay with me if you feel like you want to let them into your body. But I always want to know about it, okay? I need for you to tell me what happens."

"Okay Phil, I'll tell you everything … and no, Alan didn't try anything with me yesterday. He did mention sex though, he said there was no way he was going to do it with me a day before I go with his dad because he didn't want to stretch me again. He said he wants his dad to enjoy how tight I am."

"That's good honey, thanks for telling me that." Philip reached a hand down under the covers and Wendy presumed he was giving himself a quick tug.

Wendy picked up the white garment that turned out to be a white shirt or blouse, it looked way too small for Wendy. She was about to try to put it on when she stopped suddenly. "Oh shit, I nearly forgot to wear a bra." She retraced her steps to the dresser and selected a tiny black bra, attaching the back clasp in front and then twisting the bra around until the cups came up to cover her perky breasts. She sort of moulded her body into the cups with her hands and Wendy saw the covers moving above her husband's body. The bra was sheer and Philip could see her firm nipples through the nylon gauze that matched her stockings.

Again, she picked up the shirt/blouse and put it on. It was so small that the two sides barely met in front. She was able to do up two buttons below her bust and one above but she had to leave a gap in front where her breasts pushed the material out too far.

"What's the point of that, why is it so small?"

"You'll see," said Wendy as she picked up the grey garment and dropped it over her head and shoulders. Philip quickly recognised it as a small sized school tunic as it fell down over her body … a sort of very short dress squared across the top of her bust with two-inch wide shoulder straps. The size of it looked like a tunic for about a 14 or 15 year old, although the shoulder straps seemed to have been lengthened so that when worn by a woman of Wendy's height, the top of the dress part barely reached above nipple height. The partially unbuttoned blouse beneath could be seen with the gap in front showing an amount of black bra and deep cleavage. Wendy looked in the mirror then released the one button of the blouse above her bust, revealing much more skin and cleavage above the sheer black bra. "That's better!" she said confidently.

"Wow, you are really getting into this, aren't you? Although what's the idea of the school uniform?"

"Turns out his dad's a bit kinky, has always had his wife dress up in this stuff. She had short curly hair so that even though she was old, he could picture her as a schoolgirl. I don't know how I'll go with all this straight red hair of mine. I can't say that I look much like a 15 year old."

"Alan never told us that about his dad when he asked you to do this."

"Does it make a difference to you? It doesn't bother me Phil, actually I find it a bit of a turn-on."

"Well honey, whatever turns you on is good for me."

Wendy checked out the tunic in the mirror, it hung down to mid thigh, showing just a flash of the darker black band at the top of her stockings. "Oh dear, I'm going to have to do something about this." She went back to the bag and rummaged some more. Out came a grey chord and she slipped it around the waist of the tunic, lightly tying it and then pulling the material up until it bunched above the cord at her waist.

Wendy had pulled up so much of the tunic that looking at her at hip level, as Philip was as he lay in bed, the bottom hem of the tunic was now precisely level with her crotch. From behind, Philip watched his wife checking herself out in the mirror, adjusting the tunic length and he could see that little gap that forms and lets the light through at the top of a woman's inner thighs.

She secured the cord tighter so that sufficient material was bunched at the waist to have her tunic barely cover her pubes and arse. If she bent even slightly forward, as she did to try it, her bare arse cheeks came into view for Philip – and anyone who would be behind her today at hip level.

"Is that how he wants you to wear it, or is this your idea?"

"A bit of both Phil, do you like it?"

"Yes I do!" said her husband breathlessly, stroking his hard-on under the doona again.

"Alan said that his father would want me to wear it short so that he could see my stockings and garters below it. But deciding to wear it this short was my idea." She swivelled around, posing for her husband, "It's not too short, is it?"

There was definitely activity under the doona and Philip answered her, his breathing strained, "No, it's just right!"

She pulled the towel off her head and threw it on the bed, then picked up a brush and began smoothing out her sleek red hair so that it hung straight, falling all the way to her shoulders. When her brushing was done, she stepped into her stiletto-heeled shoes that gave her much more height and did wonders for her stocking-clad legs, pushing her arse out seductively. She walked to Philip's side of the bed and looked down at him. "Will I do?"

"You look sensational," her husband enthused. "I hope he doesn't have a heart condition. Still if he does, what a way to go, in the arms of my beautiful wife."

"Phil, don't say that, that's awful." She grabbed the covers and pulled them back, exposing his firm hard-on rising straight up from his body. "Do you need some help with this before I go, you're too late to put it inside me, but I can use my hand if you want?"

"I'm tempted, but I think I'll stay on the edge for a while. If you get a chance, can you call me at the office if you get 5 minutes alone, just to give me an update. If you can tell me how it's going over the phone, I might decide to cum then."

"Okay, if that's what you want," she turned and walked sensually to the dresser, picking up her purse, checking to see that she had lipstick and perfume in case she needed to freshen up through the day.

"Are you going outside the house looking like that?" he asked, his eyes studying the exposed cleavage and upper slopes of her breasts at the top of her tunic, and the legs, stockings, garter straps all exposed below the hem that sat at her crotch.

"No, I'm going to put a coat over it until I get to his house."

Wendy blew her husband a kiss and her last sight of him was his hand grabbing his hard cock and giving it several strokes as she disappeared out of the bedroom door.

Alan picked her up right on 8.45 and they drove the 30 minutes to his father's house across town. When they pulled into the driveway, Alan turned to her, "Can you wait here for a bit?"

"Why?"

"I want to go in and slip him the Viagra before you come in. It takes a few minutes to start working."

"Does he need Viagra to get it up?"

"No, he didn't with mum, but it has been a few months now, I'm just not taking any chances. The Viagra won't make his cock stiff on its own, but if he's taken one, his cock should stiffen as soon as he sees you."

"I hope it works."

"So do I! I also want to check that he's made the bed and so on. He has to treat you with respect, I don't want you going into an untidy house."

"I don't mind, but whatever you think. Won't he think it's strange that I'm sitting out here in the car?"

"No, I'll make something up. Oh, and can you lose the coat before you come in. I want his first sight of you to be in the school uniform, it's part of his fantasy."

"Where will I put it? I'm going to need it to wear going home. I'm certainly not getting a cab wearing this tunic."

"Okay, I'll come back out for you and I'll take the coat just before you go in the front door. By the way, how did the uniform fit?"

"There was no way the blouse could go around my breasts so I've left a few buttons undone, and I pulled the tunic up so that it shows all – and I do mean all - of my legs."

"Sounds great, can't wait to see it. I'll be back soon."

Alan left Wendy alone in the car with her thoughts. Yes, she was nervous now, about to give her body to a man she had never met. How kinky was he, would he expect her to do strange things that she had never considered before? Did she and Philip rush into agreeing to this? She was placing a very high degree of trust in Alan, yet she had only known him for two weeks. 'Was this such a great idea after all?' thought Wendy, her hands shaking in her lap.

The minutes dragged by, she looked at the clock on the car dashboard, nearly 30 minutes had elapsed since they pulled into the driveway of Alan's father's home. Her nervousness was turning to anger … she was annoyed at being left out here on her own.

At last, she saw Alan appear on the front porch, beckoning her to come into the house. She opened the car door and stepped out, hurrying across to the front of the house. He put his arm around her shoulders and she thought it was a protective loving gesture, but she quickly realised that he was whipping the coat off her, exposing her very bare schoolgirl outfit to any neighbours or passers-by who may be looking this way.

As she felt the coat disappear off her shoulders, she grabbed for the door handle and rushed inside the house. Wendy found herself in a short hallway and she paused looking around the older style house that appeared to be a time capsule, something from out of the 1950's. Alan appeared beside her, "They didn't exactly move with the times, the two of them kept a lot of stuff from their youth. It could almost be a museum in here."

"Wow, it certainly is different," agreed Wendy.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to my dad, I hope you like him."

"I hope he likes me."

"I can't see why he wouldn't," responded Alan, standing back to admire the beautiful red haired woman dressed so seductively.

Alan led her down the hallway that opened out into a kitchen and then through to a sunroom at the back of the house. In a chair by the window, bathed in morning sunlight, was Alan's father, grey haired and looking all of his 65 years. He was wearing a tee-shirt and tracksuit pants and he remained seated as Alan and Wendy approached, his eyes conveniently level with the bottom hem of her tunic that barely covered her pubic area.

"Wendy, I'd like you to meet my dad Chris."

"Hello Mr. Rawson, it's a pleasure to meet you," said Wendy, bending forward to kiss him on the cheek. She pulled back and saw his eyes intently staring at her cleavage while she had been bent forward. She straightened and stood directly in front of his chair, but the man's eyes did not rise above the bottom hem of her tunic.

"Up here dad, she said hello to you dad. There's much more of Wendy up here."

The older man's eyes slowly lifted up her body until he was looking up at her face. "I am so sorry dear, but I was just taken aback at your beautiful body. You are gorgeous … Alan told me you were, but he's never had such great taste in the past. But you, wow, you are something else."

"Thank you Mr Rawson, that's so nice of you to tell me that. I was just a bit nervous at coming here and meeting you. I wasn't sure if you would like me."

"Like you, hell, what's not to like." His eyes dropped again and she felt them scanning her exposed thighs … it looked to her like he was eager to see more. Wendy didn't want to seem to be too forward, but nervously, she dropped her hands down and her fingers took a hold of the hem at the front of her tunic. The old man's eyes were still at that level, staring at the tops of her thighs and she slowly lifted the hem about an inch or two, no more. She knew that he would be now be able to see the triangle of silky material that only just covered her pubic mound. Her move brought a strong reaction, his eyes widened while her own eyes noted that his tracksuit pants were now severely tented in front of his groin.

She turned to Alan, still standing alongside her and said, "I think he likes me."

"How could he not like you, you look a million dollars. Man, you have outdone yourself, thanks for getting into the part and wearing the tunic … oh, and almost wearing the blouse," said Alan with a laugh. "By the way, dad won't mind if you call him Chris."

"I kind of like calling him Mr Rawson, it sort of fits his fantasy, don't you think?"

"You think of everything, Wendy."

"The outfit is not too blatant, is it?" Wendy let the hem go and the tunic fell back to just barely cover her pubic area, then her fingers rose to the widely separated lapels of her blouse, showing Alan how she could not get them close enough to stay buttoned.

"Of course not, dad knows why you're here. I've explained that you're not a hooker, that you're a respectable married woman. I've told him to treat you with the utmost respect."

"Thank you Alan, I'll try to make it a good day for him." 

They had both been talking as if Chris Rawson wasn't there, so Wendy was startled when the old man spoke from his chair in front of her. "Would you mind turning around please?"

She didn't understand for a moment, then Wendy quickly realised that Alan's dad was still checking out her body. She did a little pirouette, difficult in her very high heels, and stopped with her back to him. She was disappointed that she would not be able to watch his reaction as she slowly leaned her upper body forward and placed her hands on her knees. Wendy knew that bending this far forward would have pushed her arse back toward the man in the chair and lifted the bottom hem of her tunic to around the top of her arse crack.

She heard a wheezing gasp, expecting that it was Alan's dad's reaction to seeing all of her bare arse cheeks and the material of her thong disappearing into the crack at top and bottom. "Is he okay Alan?" she asked concerned, still bent over.

Alan was laughing, "Yes Wendy, he's great, he'll live! You really brought him undone then, he's quite an arse man and of course, yours is nearly perfect. Mum had become a bit … err, well heavy in the arse is probably the nicest way to put it. I think dad had forgotten that a woman's arse could look this good. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. I think you better straighten up before he cums in his pants."

Wendy took her hands off her knees and straightened up, then turned her body back around to face the old man in the chair. "So what happens now, Mr Rawson? What do you want us to do first?"

Alan intervened, taking charge of the situation, "Dad, you told me you'd like to spank young Wendy … why don't you move over to the sofa and put her on your lap?"

Wendy was surprised at how quickly the old man moved, rising out of the chair with ease and moving over to the sofa, sitting down in the middle of it, his hands beckoning for Wendy to join him. She paused for a moment, fixed to her spot, reviewing what had just been said. 'Spank me, nothing was said about this. I haven't been spanked since I was a kid, and never by a man. I guess this is what Alan meant by kinky.'

Hesitantly, Wendy slowly moved across to the sofa where Chris Rawson waited eagerly in his tee and tracksuit pants, the tenting in front now very obvious. "Lie face down here, sweetie," he told her. She knelt on the sofa to the left of the man and brought her body across his legs so that her head and bust were to the right, her arse raised as her tummy lay draped across his thighs. "Hold on, lift up a moment."

She did as he asked, raising her hips off his legs and from the corner of her eye, she saw the man lifting his hips up and pushing his track suit pants down to his knees, exposing his lower body to her. She turned her head to look, wanting to catch a glimpse of the cock that she expected would soon be inside her. It looked quite impressive to her untrained eye, circumcised with a smooth round head, the shaft at least as long as Philip's, but thankfully nowhere near the width of this man's son.




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He pushed his firm erection down, trying to tuck it between with his thighs. "Okay, drop down now," he instructed and Wendy again lowered her tummy onto his thighs, surreptitiously pulling her tunic up in front, knowing that her move would bring his naked hard cock in direct contact with her bare skin … and it did. She was straddling his legs at about mid thigh, so that the tip touched her bare skin just below her belly button, transferring its wetness to her belly. He uttered that wheezing moan again at the naked touch.

All this time, Alan had remained as a curious third party, watching the scene unfold. He was about to say goodbye to his dad and his sometime lover, but thought better of it and just quietly withdrew from the room.

Wendy felt the man's hands pushing the bottom hem of her tunic up over the raised cheeks of her arse until the hem was almost up at her waist. She felt very exposed, knowing that his eyes would be probing her arse right now, her head was on the sofa at one end, her face turned away from him so that she was unable to see what he was doing … she could only feel it.

His right hand touched her thigh just above where one of the garter straps hooked on to her stocking and it roamed surprisingly softly upward to that crease where her leg joined her torso. His hand seemed smooth, not callused at all and she was enjoying his touch. His other hand started in the low dip of her back just above the crack of her arse.

Both hands were now freely stroking her soft skin and they almost met, one hand on her left cheek and the other on her right. She heard his voice, it sounded stern and Wendy realised that he was responding to the fantasy. "Now Miss Wendy, you must know why you are here … you have been a very naughty girl. You raised your uniform up too high and you let me see your tiny panties. I did like seeing them, but you shouldn't do that you know. Now I am going to have to punish you."

Wendy prepared to get into the role she expected he would want her to play, but before she could say anything, she felt one of his hands leave her arse for a moment and then a stinging pain as it came down heavily on her soft naked skin. Her body recoiled from the sharp pain, pushing down and away from the contact of his hand. That move pushed her belly down hard on his erection and he moaned from the intimate touch.

She had only a moment to recover before his hand came down hard again and her body jerked once more in reaction. This was a totally new sensation for Wendy and she was unsure of how to categorise it. Normally, one would think of spanking as punishment, but in a strange way, despite some pain, it was arousing to her. She was sure that her vaginal folds were becoming quite liquid.

Again and again, the old man's flat right hand came down on the cheeks of her arse, twice on one, then twice on the other, then back to the first. Wendy felt flushed, the cheeks of her arse were aflame and she assumed they were probably very red already to the gaze of Alan's father. After about eight hard slaps, he stopped as quickly as he had started, her belly felt very wet from his seeping cock-head.

Wendy felt Chris Rawson's fingers lightly stroking over the now tender flesh, then the other hand was prising her cheeks apart and his fingers traced along the thin piece of material that was the thong wedged tightly in her arse cleavage. His fingers got down to where her thighs were still pressed tightly together and she let them part under the pressure of his fingers pushing into her crotch from behind.

His fingers traced over the material of the thong coming around to the front and pressing firmly against her pubic mound, forcing her thighs further apart. She uttered an unavoidable "Ummm!" that reflected her pleasure from a man's hand confidently touching her there so intimately, even with the material still separating his fingers from her labia lips.

"Are you wet?" he asked, his fingers roaming over the outside of her thong, pressing about where her clitoris would be, then coming back down to press where the opening of her cunt would be. 

'He certainly knows the anatomy of a woman's body,' she thought as he pressed intimately exactly where she would react most. "I think I am," she eventually answered.

"I am," he told her needlessly.

"I know, I can feel you against my tummy. Did hitting me turn you on?"

"I wasn't really hitting, just slapping. Did it hurt you?"

"A bit, no one has ever done that to me before."

"I like doing it, that really turns me on."

"Will putting your cock inside me turn you on too … because I think I'd like that."

"Plenty of time for that," he told her as she felt his fingers grasping a hold of the thin waistband of her thong and drawing it down over her arse, her hips, her thighs, past her knees, down her calves and then off over her feet. 

She heard his breathing heavy and wondered what he was doing, his hands had left her bare arse. "What's happening?" she said curiously, frustrated that she couldn't see him.

There was no answer for a moment, just more heavy breathing and she felt his hard on twitching in obvious arousal beneath her tummy. Then he spoke, "You saturated your panties, you little minx … you must have enjoyed my spanking after all. I have just taken a moment to breathe in your heady aroma."

Wendy realised that he must be holding her thong panties up under his nose and smelling the natural wet juices that had seeped from her cunt. She wasn't quite sure how that made her feel, she certainly had not come across a man who enjoyed doing that before. Then again, she had not known that many men this intimately.

"Do I smell nice for you, Mr Rawson?" She dragged his name out, trying to sound like a chastened schoolgirl.

"Oh yes!" he almost shouted and she felt his hand back at her crotch, pushing her thighs apart again after she had pressed her legs together so he could take her thong off. She willingly spread them wide and his fingers traced along the wet slippery opening that were the outer lips of her labia. She felt his fingers foraging and then shock as he rapidly plunged two fingers up into her cunt.

"Ooh! Careful, not too quick!" she had to tell him as his fingers encountered her tight but wet passage.

"Shit, you're tight in there. I thought that Alan told me he'd had his thick cock up inside you?"

"Yes … a few weeks ago … but only twice. He spread me wide open, but it didn't stay that way."

"That's a good thing, I like a tight cunt. I can't believe how lucky I am … to have a woman like you here with me. How long can you stay?"

"How long can you stay up?"

"That could a problem sweetie, I have no idea. I haven't had any woman for some time, so I'm probably going to cum quick when I get inside you. That is, if I get inside you, shit it's feeling pretty good right where it is."

"Would you like to come in me now?" she asked, frustrated that she couldn't see his face from this position.

"Yeah real soon, just give me a minute." His fingers had been sluicing around, in and out of her and she quite enjoyed the feeling. Then they withdrew and she felt them pushing further under her body, touching her clitoral bud. 

"Ooh!" she exclaimed, surprised at how pleasant his touch was, not at all amateurish. He swirled his fingers around and around. 'Philip never knows how much pressure to apply when he does this, but this man is incredible,' she thought, 'this is just the way I would do it to myself.'

Her lower body began to squirm around on his lap, responding to the precision fondling by his fingers on her engorging clitoris. Quite rapidly, her body was responding to his touch and she felt the pulsing rising within her. Beginning to feel very good, she thought to herself, 'Don't tell me I'm going to come just from his fingers.' Her body wriggled and squirmed around at the end of his probing fingertips and the man prayed that he could hold his own cum back. Her writhing movements in response to the touch of his fingers were causing her tummy to squirm around on his hard cock, playing havoc with his own pending release. Fortunately, the sensitive underside was not in contact with her slippery smooth skin.

His fingers persisted and he never missed a beat, maintaining just the right degree of pressure and increasing the pace, seemingly knowing to press just a little harder as her pulsing became a throbbing. Soon she was caught up in the moment as her body cascaded into a pulsating rolling climax and she screamed out, "Oh thank you Mr Rawson!" her lower body spasming violently above his hard cock. As her climax hit, the man jammed his two fingers back into her cunt and held them there in spite of the throbbing spasms that threatened to eject his digits from within her.

It had been an intense release, but slowly her body returned to normal. Exhausted from her orgasm, Wendy lifted her head, then her chest from the sofa and half-turned her body around to look at the man whose lap she had been lying across. "That was very nice Mr Rawson, you are really good at that! You must be ready for me to do something for you now."

"Yes that would be very good, I bet I'll enjoy whatever you want to do."

She had pulled her upper body up off him, her right arm rested on his left thigh as she half lay across him, her face close. Wendy looked down at the hard-on just below her face. It still stood up, firm and proud, the tip dribbling its pre-cum. Without another word, her tongue snaked out from between her lips and she swept it across his tip, licking up his juices. The old man shivered with delight. "Oh yes, that would be good," he told her, watching closely as her tongue came back for a second swipe across the tip of his cock.

She paused, looking into his eyes, "This, you'd like me to do this … until you come?"

He nodded his approval.

"Okay, I can do it if you want. I just figured that you'd want to put it inside me, but I can do this … I'll do whatever you want, cause you just made me feel real good with those surprising fingers of yours."

Her lips parted and she formed an 'o' with her mouth as it slid over the head of his cock and began to suck away, milking the cum up from his balls. Wendy knew she wouldn't have to do this for long. She figured that his cock was ready to cum ten minutes ago and she wondered how he had managed to hold it back, particularly while her tummy was squirming around on his cock-head while she went through her own orgasmic delirium.

One of her hands lightly grasped his balls and she gently caressed them while her mouth devoured his cock and she emitted little mouth full sounds as she descended down and then back up his shaft, deep throating him toward completion. The man placed his hands on her head, running his fingers through her sleek and shiny dark red hair. His hands on her head were his insurance policy, to ensure that her mouth would not pull away when his cum was about to hit her throat.

But Wendy had no intention of withdrawing. She used every trick she had learnt from Philip to draw the release up out of the man's balls and send it charging through the internal workings of his shaft. Only to spill out in the form of creamy cum, bursting from his tip and splashing against the back of her throat. From there, it would slide down over her tonsils, leaving her digestive system to sort out how much nutritional value it was delivering to her body.

His release was violent … his body trembled as his cock surged and spat out its delivery deep to the back of Wendy's mouth. She was equal to the task and she gobbled up all of his cum, her tongue occasionally snaking out to draw back a skerrick that had somehow escaped the airtight grasp of her mouth on his shaft.

She managed to swallow every drop and she brought her face up close to his, her tongue licking her lips seductively. "Is there any more where that came from?"

He laughed, "You might have to wait a while for me. These days, that would have been it for me, but I don't know what to expect after the blue tablet that Alan gave me. He told me that my cock should stay stiff most of the day. I hope he's right … I wouldn't want to think this is all over before I've even put it inside you."

"No, we can't have that Mr Rawson … I came here for the whole day and I'm not leaving until you give me a really good fuck." She saw his still quite firm cock twitch as she said the 'f' word and she stored that knowledge in the back of her brain, noting that he was probably one of those men who were turned on by a woman using certain words.

"If you'd like a drink after swallowing all of my cum," the old man said thoughtfully, "You'll find a selection in the fridge."

"Thank you, that's very nice of you," responded Wendy and she rose from the sofa without her thong panties, the tunic dropping back down into place, again barely reaching her crotch. She had kicked off the stiletto heels when she lay down across his lap, so she walked in her stockinged feet to the kitchen. Calling back behind her, she asked "Can I get you anything Mr Rawson?"

"No I'm good, thanks dear." 

Wendy selected a drink, a fizzy soda and returned to the sunroom to find the man sitting right where she had left him.

"We might make a move now, Wendy," it was the first time he had addressed her by her name, and not sweetie or dear. "Can we go into my bedroom? As you can see, I'm still hard and if I can keep this thing up, I'd really like to have you in my bed."

"Sure, I'd like that … I told you, I'm here for the day and I'm all yours, so you just tell me what you want to do."

"How literally can I take that … tell you what I want to do? How game are you?"

Wendy's nervousness returned, "What do you mean, what is it that you want?"

"Do I have to say now? It's just that I am a bit kinky … I did ask Alan to warn you."

"Alan did say that you were kinky, but he never told me what sort of things you might want to do. Do you mean like the spanking?"

"Oh, that's just one thing … I guess you could use the word fetish to describe some of the things I like. My wife would do some of them but not all of them. But it can wait, we'll see how the day goes."

"Now you've got me nervous, not knowing if I'll like what you've got in mind."

"Don't worry about it sweetie, if I suggest something that you don't want to do, we'll forget about it. How's that?"

"I would like to make you happy, but no promises, okay?"

He nodded approvingly and rose from the sofa, his unsecured tracksuit pants dropping to his ankles so he kicked them off, leaving only his tee shirt. His cock seemed to have benefited from the Viagra tablet his son had given him and still stood out horizontally from his body, delighting the old man. He slipped his feet into a pair of loafers and padded off toward his bedroom. "Follow me!"

Wendy picked up her thong panties, the stiletto shoes and her purse. She had hoped to call up Philip as promised before she resumed with the old man, but it looked like he was eager to get her into his bed now, so the phone call would have to wait.  

She reached the bedroom at the front of the house. The man was already pulling back the top sheet and blankets and he stood aside for Wendy to slip into the bed. She did so and sitting up in bed, she unknotted the cord and lifted the school tunic, raising it over her head and throwing it to one side. As she settled on her back in the middle of the large queen size bed and waited expectantly, the old man moved to settle in alongside her, lying on his side, his stiff cock just touching the outside of her right thigh.

His face came across hers and his mouth closed over her mouth. It started as a nice chaste closed-lips kiss, sort of romantic and old-fashioned. Wendy lifted a hand and placed it behind his neck as a sign to him of her acquiescence. She also twisted her body a little to the right, so that she now half faced him and his hard-on nudged between her upper thighs, a little below the target.

She felt his right hand come up to fondle her left breast through the tiny sheer black bra that she wore. Wendy enjoyed the sure confidence of the man as he pushed one strap off her shoulder and forced the bra cup off her breast, skilfully arousing her nipple in the palm of his hand. His lips were now quite forceful, urging hers to part and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue that entered hers and began a wrestle with her own tongue.

Wendy was impressed that this man may be 65, but he appeared to have lost nothing in making love to a woman. His lips and tongue in her mouth, his hand and fingers on her breast, his leaking cock on her thigh … all indicated a confident and assured lover. She began uttering whimpering sounds of arousal and the man began to press on with his advantage.

The hand wandered down over her smooth skin, touching her waist, her hips, then slipping to her pubic mound while his mouth vacated her mouth to devour her breasts. She halted him briefly to lift her upper body enough for her hand to release the clasp at the back of her bra and it too was gone. She eagerly parted her thighs to allow his wandering fingers access to her mons. His fingers traced along the slit that was once again moist – or was that still moist?

"You're still up big," she urged encouragingly, "That's a good sign."

"I can't believe it, what a magic pill that is."

"It seems to me that you might like my body, does that help too?"

"That helps a hell of a lot, I can't believe my son brought you to me."

"We can talk later … just make love to me, Mr Rawson … please."

Her plea was too much for his libido, he had wanted to make the foreplay last, but he rolled himself up and onto her body, his knees pushing between her thighs, his cock centring at her entrance. Wendy lifted her knees, bringing her legs up on either side of his. Her fingers slipped down and she parted her labia lips wider and manipulated his knob so that it slotted just inside her cunt.

"I'm ready for you, Mr Rawson."

Her little girl tone of voice and calling him only by his surname were too much for him and he pushed his hips forward, driving his still rampant cock deeply into her passage.

"Ooh!" she squealed, wincing at his sudden surging entry. "Easy does it."

"Oh shit, you're so tight in there."

"Is that good for you, Mr Rawson?"

Again, her teasing little girl voice urged his desire and he firmly pushed the remainder of his hard-on all the way up inside her, surprised at how easily he entered her despite her tightness.

"I think I've got it all … it feels nice."

His mouth silenced her as his lips and tongue went to work on hers again. His cock remained still within her tight passage until the kiss ended and they came up for air. His mouth descended to her breasts and he again sucked and bit around her nipples until her breathing became quite intense.

Wendy admired his restraint in that although his hard cock had been wedged tightly in her cunt for a couple of minutes, he held off any movement while he continued to arouse her body further. She folded her legs around his and locked her ankles behind his calves, then thrust her pelvis up at him, urging him to please her.

The man did, sensing that his red-haired beauty was eager to feel his moves, he began withdrawing his hard cock back to the tip, then plunged it again and she cried out her aroused acceptance of him. "Oh yes, I love it."

Alan had been right, he had described Wendy as a very sensual woman, not with the experience of having had multi partners, but a woman who gave her body fully when her cunt was filled and probed by a man's rampant cock.




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 04



It was just the standard missionary position, but the two of them really went at it. She wondered how long he might last, pondered whether there would be time to allow her body to respond to the emotion and passion of his firm, forceful love-making. Because he impressed her with the way he made love, she knew that her body would automatically respond with an orgasm. It was just a matter of whether he could keep the pace up at his age … and having already come.

It turned out that she need not have concerned herself about whether she would come. She did – and powerfully, her body responding to his hard driving thrusts, the stiffness remaining hard and solid as his cock filled her with every thrust. It soon became a matter of how many as her body reeled off a second … and a third.

Some twenty minutes had elapsed since the old man entered her body and Wendy began to wonder how long this was going to go on. After her third mind-blowing release and no lessening of his tempo, she felt she had to ask. "Mr Rawson, are you going to cum soon?"

"I don't think I can," he admitted frankly, his pace slowing while he talked.

"Oh no, what do you mean?"

"Well my dear, I'm not a young man. Without taking one of those pills, I used to only be able to cum once a day with my wife in our last year together.

"So why are we doing this? I'm here for you."

"Just because I can't produce any cum, doesn't mean I'm not enjoying this. Believe me dear, I'm loving it."

"Well, so am I … believe me too, I love it. You're so firm and hard and you've made me cum three times already. But if you're not going to cum, would you like to take a rest and we can do it some more later?"

"Yeah okay," and with that, the man just stopped and began to withdraw his cock from her cunt.

"No no, leave it in, it feels nice to have you in there. It's just all that movement and friction might leave me raw if you keep going on and on forever."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of that."

"Don't worry, you weren't to know. How about we take a break and we can talk for a while. Would you like that?"

So they stopped and talked. Wendy asked him about his life and Chris Rawson eagerly told her, as 65 year old men seem to do. They like talking to strangers about their life experiences and he had many. It seemed strange to be having this type of conversation with a man while his cock was still tightly encased in her cunt. They did roll onto their sides so his weight was not heavy on her body.

Because their talk was not sexual, he began to lose stiffness in his cock. The Viagra tablet manages to sustain erection for a long time, but it needs to be supported by constant stimulation of the man by sexual sights or thoughts. The two had got off that subject.

After an hour of quite enlightening conversation between the two – not all one-way, Wendy steered the topic back to why they were here in his bed. "Mr Rawson, it feels like you've gone down. What are we going to do now?"

"Alan told me that I had to be continually stimulated for the tablet to work in keeping it up, so perhaps I better do something sexual with you. Would you like me to go down on you?"

"That is really why I'm here, but before you do, can we take a quick break? I need to pee, if that's alright with you?"

Wendy thought that he looked at her quite strangely as he pulled his body away from hers so she could leave the bed. "What is it," she asked, curious at the look on his face.

He still had not answered her when her feet hit the floor and she stood up, a vision before him, her near-naked body clad only in stockings and the garter belt that held them in place was around her waist. He gazed at her perky near-perfect breasts and the nearly bare pubic area with just a neatly trimmed runway to guide cock landings.

He still looked at her strangely, but without any reply, Wendy turned and started out into the hall, looking for the bathroom. "Can I come with you and show you the way," the man asked as she reached the bedroom doorway. 

She paused and looked back, "Just tell me where it is, I'll find it."

"No really," he said from the bed, starting to rise, "Please let me show you."

Wendy hesitated in the doorway, wondering why the man couldn't just tell her where to go, her need quite urgent now that she was standing up. "Oh okay then, come on."

He hurried after her and when he reached her in the doorway, the man took her hand and led her down the short hallway, turning in as they reached the bathroom. "Here it is."

Wendy tried to withdraw her hand but the man hung on, following her as she entered the bathroom. "Can I stay with you?"

They were now both standing in the bathroom, Wendy anxious and needing to sit on the toilet quickly. "What … why would you want to?"

He didn't answer her immediately, just standing there beside her, looking doe-eyed at her. Her need to pee was now so urgent that she was forced to accept his presence. "Oh okay, but it's very embarrassing, I usually do this alone."

She turned her back to the toilet and lowered her arse onto the seat. To her stunned shock, the old man fell to his knees directly in front of her, pushing her legs apart. "I'm sorry Wendy, I told you I was a bit kinky … I love to watch a woman peeing."

She couldn't hold back this natural action long enough to debate with this man who was kneeling in front of her, his face between her thighs, only inches from where the flow of her pee was just beginning. "Okay, I guess it takes all kinds."

Wendy was deeply embarrassed, she had never had to pee in front of a man before. There had been the odd times through her marriage when Philip was shaving and she needed to go urgently. She would perch on the toilet seat a little self-consciously and watch Philip as he shaved, but he never turned to look in her direction. This was so different, this man's eyes were probing her private pubic parts, intently staring at the urine flow from the slit in her pubic area. Even the sound of it in the bowl embarrassed her with this man present.

Wendy was relieved when her flow eventually subsided and she sat there looking down at this man enjoying his fetish. "What now?" she asked.

"I can wipe you."

Again, she was stunned, but reluctant to disappoint him, she nodded her agreement. Slowly, she lifted her body up off the toilet seat, his face had been so close to her that she almost needed to push him out of the way to be able to stand up straight. The old man tore off some paper and moved his hand between her thighs, very gently wiping her nether lips dry. Wendy placed a hand on his back as he bent over to complete his task.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yes sure, that was different. Have you any other surprises for me?"

"Could be, we'll see how the day goes. Are you upset with me?"

He had dropped the dampened toilet paper into the bowl and hit the button on the cistern, the sound of flushing water filling the room.

"No Mr Rawson, I'm not upset," and she wasn't really. It had seemed very strange to her, never having experienced something like that before. But as she reflected on it and pondered whether she would tell Philip, she realised that it had done her no physical harm. 'Everybody has their little secrets,' she thought as she took his hand and they headed back to the bedroom.

The pair reached the bed and the man flopped down on his back, his Viagra-driven cock only partly restored to full size by having watched her pee. "What will we do about this?" she asked, her hand reaching out to fondle the head of his cock.

"I'm hoping that it's going to spring back into life … and it might if you do some more of that. It's feeling quite good!"

To his disappointment, she removed her hand. "Well, before you get too aroused again, what about I go out to the kitchen and make us some lunch. I was so nervous that I skipped breakfast this morning and I'm famished now."

"That does sound like a good idea, I didn't eat either. I was too excited about your visit to even consider getting myself something to eat."

"I am pleased that the prospect of me coming here made you happy."

"Wendy, it's not only the prospect of you coming here … the reality of you being here, in my house and in my bed, has far exceeded anything I could have hoped for. Thank you for what you've done for me."

She reached out and grabbed the head of his cock once again and gave it two quick tugs. "And there's a lot more to come, including you again I hope."

"Umm, it could be, just that little bit of touching started to get it going again."

"Okay, well hold onto it until I get back, we've got some more loving to come."

Wendy, wearing only her stockings and garter belt, left the bedroom and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare some lunch for the two of them. She made sandwiches and when they were ready, she slipped back down the hall to check that Chris Rawson was still where she had left him. Sure enough, he lay on his back in bed, his eyes were closed and Wendy guessed that all of the exertion of their morning together may have caused him to doze off to sleep.

She hurried back to the kitchen and picked up her phone, calling Philip. "Hi darling, are you missing me?"

"Wendy, where have you been? I've been going crazy here, just me and my hard-on, waiting anxiously for your call. I'm not getting any work done today."

"Phil, I only said I'd try to call you, I couldn't make any guarantees because I didn't know if I could slip away to call."

Her husband sounded impatient, "Yeah okay, quick tell me how it's going, are you enjoying it, are you making him feel good, have you cum yet?"

"Oh darling, too many questions … but it's a yes to all of them."

"All of them, wow, sounds like it's going well. Wendy honey, I need detail and I need it fast. I've locked my office door and I've got my cock out under the desk, so tell me everything I need to hear to get me off."

"Oh Phil, I can't believe you, really! You're going to get your rocks off listening to how another man fucked me, is that right?"

"Exactly honey, now I've got my hand wrapped around it and I'm busting to cum. I've been sitting here thinking about you with Alan's dad, wondering what you were doing with him. So tell me … please!"

"Okay, well Alan made me sit out in the car for half an hour while he came inside and gave his dad the Viagra tablet. He said he was also tidying the place up, but I think he might have just been waiting for the tablet to kick in for his dad."

"Yeah … yeah," Philip sounded impatient, "Just get to where you met the old man."

"Alan introduced me and he told me I was gorgeous, he was so sweet. You know I was wearing that school tunic that you saw me put on before I left home?"

"Yes, did he like it?"

"Did he what, he couldn't raise his eyes above the level of my crotch. I have to admit I teased him a bit, I turned around with my back to him and bent over … that tunic was so short that when I put my hands on my knees, I showed him my arse … I mean pretty much all of it. According to Alan, his dad's a bit of an arse man. He did seem to like it. Anyway, at Alan's suggestion, his dad put me over his knees and spanked my bare arse."

"He spanked you … you mean like a naughty child?"

"Yes, unreal eh? I don't think it's really my thing, but it sure turned him on. Then, after he spanked me, I was still lying across his lap and he shoved two fingers in me and finger-fucked me. He was very good at it and, would you believe, I actually came."

"Now we're getting somewhere," her husband told her down the phone line and she guessed that his hand was now busy, wanking off while he listened to her describing her morning with Alan's dad.

"Then I got off his lap and I went down on him, sucked him until he came in my mouth…"

"Hold on, not too quick Wendy," his voice was struggling and laboured and she knew that his wanking would not take long. "Don't gloss over it so quickly … was his cock big like Alan's … was it cut … could you get it all in your mouth? Did you want him to cum in your mouth or did it just happen?"

Wendy slowed down and began to play her husband's game. She went into detail to describe Chris Rawson's cock and how she wanted to suck on it … and how she wanted him to cum in her mouth. She took long enough to describe all of this and she heard her husband's loud shrill shouts as he blasted his cum into his hand and handkerchief. Then, with a curt "Thanks honey, I needed that so badly!" he was gone from the end of the phone, leaving her standing in Mr Rawson's kitchen, holding a phone that emitted a busy signal.

Wendy picked up the plate of sandwiches and delivered them with herself to Alan's father who slumbered lightly in his bed.

Chapter 12

She didn't wake him immediately, instead sitting on the bed to eat her sandwich and watching the old man lying there, breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully, a contented smile on his face. 'I put that smile there,' thought Wendy with satisfaction.

It must have been her staring at him, but after a short time, the man woke. "What is it?" he asked, wondering why his one-day bed partner was sitting up watching him. "Why are you watching me?"

"Oh nothing Mr Rawson, I just enjoyed watching you sleeping, you looked quite happy."

"I feel great, you have done wonders for me today, just by being here."

"Only by my being here, is that all?"

"Well no, you know what I mean … not only by being here, but by being here doing me."

"That's great, I am happy that I could help. What would you like to do now? That is, after you've had the sandwich that I made for you."

Chris Rawson sat up in bed and chomped into his lunch, his eyes lit up at the prospect of being able to select their next activity. "I guess it will all depend on whether we can get some life back into this old feller," and he picked up his now flaccid penis and waved it at her.

Wendy leaned over his body and lowered her mouth toward his cock, "You go on eating your sandwich and I'll see if I can blow some life into him." Her mouth opened and the old man had a great view of the near-naked Wendy in profile, her firm breasts hanging down but not sagging at all, her mouth teasingly hovering above his dormant cock.

Chris Rawson reached under her and began weighing one breast in his free hand while he stuffed food into his mouth with the other. Wendy engulfed his limp cock and began sucking and licking on it, the effect immediate as it rose up as if it belonged to a 20-year-old. "There's life in this old boy yet," she managed to say with her mouth half full.

"Thank goodness for that magic blue pill … listen, don't start without me, I haven't told you what I'd like to do yet."

His cock grew quite large within her mouth very quickly and she shifted her body around, taking her breast from his grasp. "Whatever you want will have to wait, I'm having first choice." With that, she swung one leg over his body and lowered her body down over his now stiffening cock, grasping it with her hand and guiding it to the channel of her pubic slit. Back and forth, she steered it, seeking to arouse her body to release some more wetness.

She achieved her aim quite quickly and positioned her cunt opening over his hard knob. He was still sitting up to eat, so with Wendy sitting on him, their upper bodies were quite close together. As the man stuffed the last of his sandwich into his mouth, Wendy pushed her chest toward him and used a hand to lift and offer a breast to him. He quickly devoured the nipple that she had pushed toward his mouth and it stiffened quickly under the oral assault of his tongue and teeth.

Wendy switched breasts while her body was on its haunches, her now liquid cunt suspended just over his restored erection. As his mouth on her breasts completed her arousal, she let the weight of her body slide down over his hard shaft, slipping down until her cunt completely encased his hard cock.

"Why don't you lie back down Mr Rawson and let this little girl make you feel real good," she told him and she took away the pillow that had propped up his back. Chris Rawson fell back on the bed and Wendy began the fucking movements in pursuit of his elusive release. They didn't set a frantic pace, her movements were slow and deliberate, intended to draw an exquisite pleasure from every stroke that saw his Viagra-induced erection plow in and out of her welcoming cunt.

Her slow intense fuck certainly had the desired effect on Wendy's body as she reeled off three extremely powerful orgasms over the next 30 minutes, but while the old man enjoyed every stroke inside her body, there was no more cum to release into her.

Eventually, Wendy gave up after the third orgasm, collapsing on his body with exhaustion. "Just give me a minute, I have to rest," she told him and his hands grasped her hips and pulled him off his body. She flopped face down on the bed alongside him and this time it would be she who allowed sleep to overcome her.

Chapter 13

Wendy woke with a start, she had no idea how long she had been asleep. She quickly remembered where she was and her head lifted to look around the room. Alan's father was still in bed beside her and she felt his fingers tracing along the crease of her arse. 

"Oh my God, how long have I been asleep?"

"About half an hour, but don't worry, I have been keeping myself amused just gazing at your beautiful body … and touching it too."

"You poor man, you must be bored, I'm sorry I dropped off, I was just exhausted after I came so many times. Mr Rawson, I feel so selfish."

She felt one of his fingers push firmly between the tight cheeks of her arse. His son had helped her to discover this as one of her key erogenous zones in recent weeks, so she had little hesitation in parting her legs quite wide, having the effect of loosening her buttocks and exposing her tiny pucker to his intimate touch. His finger touched right on her tight anal ring and she shivered in delight.

"Looks to me like you like that?"

"Umm, it feels nice, Mr Rawson!"

"Can I put it inside you?"

"Do you mean your finger?"

"My finger now … my cock later."

He swirled his finger so gently around the opening of her anus. "Umm, yes," she whispered, "You can put your finger in" and she drew her knees up under her to spread her anal opening wider for him. He slipped the probing finger down to swab some juices from the entrance to her cunt and put it back at her anus, pausing only momentarily before pushing it firmly against her sphincter. "Ooh!" she exclaimed as she felt his finger inserted inside her arse up to the first knuckle.

Chris Rawson wriggled his finger around inside her arse, "What about my cock?"

"What about it?" she said, turning her head around to look down at his naked body and seeing the old man's erection still stiff and proud. "That's amazing!"

"I said what about my cock … meaning inside you, inside your arse … can I put it there?"

"I don't know, I've only ever done that once … I mean, had a cock inside me there."

"Did you like it?"

"Not at first, but after a while it felt quite good."

"Then why can't I be your second?"

Wendy sighed, she didn't want to have to explain the double teaming that saw this man's son in her cunt and her husband in her arse, both at the same time. It seemed so sordid to talk about it. But she felt that she owed him an explanation as to why she was reluctant to let him put his cock in her arse.

"My husband is the only man who has ever had his cock in there…"

"Yeah, that's fine. As I said, I can be your second."

"It's not as easy as that." Wendy struggled whether she could or would tell him her story. "When my husband had his cock in my arse, your son was in my cunt at the same time."




The Tax Man Cometh Ch. 04



"Wow, double teaming … hey, that's fantastic! The lucky bastards!" She felt him wriggle his finger inside her rectum, probably from his excitement at thinking about her double-teaming effort.

"Yes, well it's not something I'm particularly proud about, it just sort of happened. It makes me sound like a slut ... and I'm not."

"I know you're not, you're a classy lady."

"Mr Rawson, I had to tell you that because after we had done it, I promised my husband that I would let him do it again sometime … only it would be just him in my arse, nobody else there."

"That's fine, but what's that got to do with me having you there now?"

"Phil and I haven't had that second time yet, I sort of feel like I'm depriving him of something if I let you be in there before he has a second go."

"That's nice that you would be keeping it for him, but you and I are probably never going to have a second chance after today. In my long life, I've never had anal sex, this cock of mine has never been up inside a woman's arse. My wife might have shared a lot of my fetishes, but she wouldn't let me near her arse … other than to spank her, which she liked."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

The man nodded, "I swear I never have."

"Oh shit, you're putting so much pressure on me."

He wriggled his finger around some more and even pushed it a bit further up inside her. She moaned in delight and pushed her arse back at him, encouraging him to sink his finger completely inside her rectum. 

"Damn you, can you give me the phone?" She reached a hand out toward the phone extension that sat on the bedside table.

"What for, who are you going to call?"

"I'll have to call my husband."

"What, are you crazy?"

"No, I'll just call him up at work and ask him if he minds if you use my arse."

"You are crazy, he's never going to go for that."

"You don't know my husband. You might have your kinky ways, but he's kinky in another way."

Hesitantly, the man handed Wendy the phone and watched her dial her husband's office number. "Phil hi, can you talk for a minute?"

Philip obviously indicated he could talk because this man, whose finger was stuffed up her arse, heard Wendy continue. "Phil, I'm still at Alan's dad's house … yes, we've had a great day. The Viagra pill worked a treat, kept him up most of the day although he can't produce any more cum. He says he's happy though and he seems it."

She paused while she listened to her husband. Chris Rawson couldn't hear what her husband was saying so he had to try to interpret from listening to Wendy's responses.

"No, we're still in bed together. What? Oh, well I'm lying on my stomach but with my knees up under me, I'm only wearing my stockings … oh, and my garter belt … no, nothing else. Yes, he's naked, still with a stiff hard-on. Well actually, that's why I called you … Phil darling, right at this moment, he has his finger stuck all the way up inside my arse. No, well not exactly stuck, he could take it out if he wanted to … but I don't think he wants to…" She turned her head around to look back at the man, "You don't want to take it out, do you?"

The man breathlessly muttered, "No!"

"And you know what Phil, I don't want him to take his finger out of my arse either. It feels nice in there." With her encouraging words, the man wriggled his finger around some more and Wendy shook her arse in response, clenching the muscles to grip his finger tighter.

There was another pause and Chris Rawson could see Wendy listening to her husband. Then she resumed talking to him on the phone. Growing restless, the old man raised himself up on his knees and shuffled around behind Wendy whose arse was raised by having her knees bent up under her tummy. She could feel his stiff wet-tipped cock sliding over the cheeks of her arse and she felt his finger withdrawing from her.

She turned around to look at the man and she told him sternly, "Don't Mr Rawson, I haven't asked him yet?"

"Hurry up then, I want to do it, I've got to have it in there."

She turned her head away from the man and resumed talking to her husband on the phone, "Phil, the reason I called you is that Mr Rawson wants to put his cock where his finger has been." A pause, then "Yes that's right, in my arse … he wants to have his cock in my arse Phil. He said he's never done it with any woman before … his wife never let him." Another pause, "Yes, I do believe him Phil."

Wendy felt the man's thick cock-head fitted right up at her tight anal ring, it was like his wet hard knob was kissing her anus. She turned her head around again, "Not yet, I told you not yet!" Then she turned away to concentrate on her phone conversation again, "Why did I call you … well because after you and I did it with Alan, I promised you that you and I would do it sometime, just the two of us. Phil, we haven't had that chance yet and I'd hate to let Mr Rawson do it to me and then have you upset that I hadn't let you in my arse like I promised."

The man remained poised behind her, holding her hips firmly, his cock-head nestled in the tight confines of her anal ring, wet from his finger spreading her juices inside her anus … and from his leaking cock tip. He was growing impatient as he waited while she listened to her husband's opinion of her predicament.

"You're sure about that? You won't be mad at me later?" she queried and the old man tensed, hopeful that a favourable answer was coming from her husband. "Yes, I would like to … very much! I would be his first and that's exciting at his age. Thank you darling, you are so understanding … I love you Phil." Wendy turned her head around toward the man who knelt poised behind her, his eyes intently watching her face, seeking approval. She smiled and nodded at him, "Phil said it's okay with him."

Without a moment's hesitation, the man thrust his hips forward and his cock-head pushed through her tight sphincter, causing her to gasp out loud, "Oh my God, take it easy!" The hard shove nearly spreadeagled her body flat on the bed. She managed to steady herself against the hard onslaught of his hips against hers. "Just a minute, give me a moment to get used to it. Mr Rawson, you've waited 65 years to fuck a woman's arse, surely one more minute won't hurt."

Chris Rawson was curious that Wendy still held the phone that connected her to her husband in his office as he held his position behind her near naked body, all of his cock-head now wedged within the vice-like grip of her anus. He was impatiently waiting for her approval for him to proceed to fuck her arse. 

Wendy was talking again, but it soon became apparent to the old man that she was not addressing him. "No darling, I'm okay! He just went for it the moment you agreed and I told him what you said. He had his cock right there … right up against my tiny opening and as soon as I said yes, he shoved it in really hard."

A further pause for the two bodies on the bed as Wendy listened to her husband on the phone, then her talking again. "Yes, it hurts just a bit, but if Mr Rawson can hold back for a minute, I'm sure my body will adjust and it shouldn't hurt me too much. I am prepared to do this because it would be nice for him to have a woman's arse just once. Don't you think darling?"

She paused again, listening to her husband and the old man was getting impatient. His eyes were looking down on her bent spread arse cheeks and he was mesmerised by the sight of his hard-on wedged incredibly tightly within the impossibly small opening of her anus. His hands traced across her smooth arse cheeks and over her lower back.

"You are so considerate darling, I guess that's why I love you. What other man would sit quietly by while his wife let another man into her arse." A short pause, and then "Yes, you're right … and listen to it happening too! Do you want me to stay on the line while he does me?"

Chris Rawson was getting really impatient to gain deeper access to this woman's tight arse. He was also weirded out by her talking to her husband while he did it. He tightened his grip on her hips and eased his cock back only slightly before shoving it forward and deeper into Wendy.

"Oh God, not yet!"

His patience had expired, Chris Rawson wanted to fuck this woman's arse … and now! "Come on, let's get on with it!" he told her forcefully as he pushed again.

"Oh shit … no darling … I'm okay! Don't come over … it will be alright." She managed to tell her husband between panting gasps as she felt the old man's hard cock piercing her rectum, eventually getting all of it inside her, only to withdraw and shove it back hard again. "Yes, it's started darling … he's doing it! I'll be okay, it's bloody tight … but I'm trying to relax. Hold on Phil, I'll still be here … I'm just going to have to stop talking and concentrate on relaxing my muscles."

The man had developed a rhythm and as his cock pushed and pulled within the tight confines of Wendy's rectum, she continued to emit grunts and moans that echoed arousingly down the phone line to her husband.

By not talking and by concentrating on relaxing her lower body, Wendy felt the man's movements easier to take and her grunts and moans became appreciative sighs. "Does it feel good to have your hard cock inside my arse, Mr Rawson?" Wendy asked, turning her head around to look up at him. She could see his face was a mask of absolute pleasure, a silly grin with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes to again gaze down at the sight of his hard-on disappearing in and out of her tight crinkly opening. "Yes … yes, it's better than I ever imagined. You are so fucking tight!"

Wendy still held the phone and her husband could hear everything. "He likes it Phil, he really likes having his cock in my arse." She paused, "Are you still there darling?" A further pause while she listened, "Oh dear, you're wanking off again, aren't you? You sound like you're nearly there, Phil … aren't you going to wait for us."

Wendy turned her head around again, looking up at the old man who was deliriously filling her arse with his pistoning Viagra-driven cock. "My husband's getting off on your arse trip … but he said can you hurry? He doesn't think he can hold out much longer."

"What is it about him … boy, I thought I had some funny ways, but he takes the cake. Oh well, everyone to their own needs." The man seemed to intensify his thrusting movements to oblige the husband of the woman he was fucking. "It feels fucking good Wendy … I think I might even cum."

"You mean with real cum … I thought you'd dried up."

"I thought I had too … I think it's your arse that's done it. It feels so great in there that my body has somehow come up with some more cum. Oh shit, feeling good Wendy … could be soon."

"You hear that Phil, he's going to cum again." She paused, listening. "Hold out for us honey, don't waste it too soon!" Wendy felt a hand sliding underneath her body and she tried to raise up to allow him access. A finger slid over her bulging clitoris and she sighed deeply and loudly. "Oh God, I might cum too Phil, he's touching my clit now! Oh Mr Rawson, you sure know what gets me going."

There was a heap of heavy breathing, Wendy and Mr Rawson lost for words, but loud nevertheless as they both strove to draw a big finish from this escapade. Not to be outdone, Wendy could hear Phil's loud panting breaths in her ear as his hand slithered up and down his shaft, striving for release too.

Wendy came first, her body throbbing and pulsing as the man's fingers expertly massaged her clit to a climax. Seconds later, she heard her husband's loud moans, indicating that he had unloaded his cum with his hand. Only seconds more and Wendy felt her bowels filled with the wet liquid heat of Chris Rawson's discharge of cum. The old man slumped over her bent body and his cock spasmed out its finale.

Wendy still held the phone to her ear as her body came down from his soaring finish and she was shocked back to reality by her husband talking to her down the line. The old man only heard Wendy's reply to her husband, "That's okay darling, I'll see you tonight. I love you!"

She clicked the disconnect button on the handset and threw it onto the floor.

"What did he have to say then?" asked the old man, lifting the weight of his head and upper body off Wendy's back.

"He just told me thanks, that's all. It might seem strange to you, but I discovered recently that he gets off on my being with someone else. Although I must say that we have never done that before … over the phone I mean." She turned her head around to look at him again. "You have my undivided attention again, Mr Rawson. So, how was that? Was it everything you wanted it to be?"

"That and more … I had always had an expectation of what it would feel like to put my cock inside a woman's arse. But the reality was even better than I ever expected. You have a gorgeous arse, not too big … no fat, just perfect!"

"Thank you Mr Rawson, you are too kind."

"No, it's you … you're the one that is too kind. When Alan told me that he was organising for a woman to come here and make love with me, I was a bit sceptical. He's had this idea before, but they were hookers. Then, when he said you were a classy lady, I was hopeful, but he could never have prepared me for someone like you. He said you were beautiful, but then this vision came to my house this morning … and you were more than beautiful…"

"Thank you, but you don't have to say that."

"No no, really … you are beautiful. But then to do all those things for me, like you have today, I guess just to make an old man happy. Well, that's really special … and I thank you for it."

"Do you want to know something Mr Rawson? I was a bit apprehensive, in fact sitting outside in the car, I was a nervous wreck. But you … well, you're a nice guy and I had a lovely time doing this with you. It wouldn't be fair to my husband to ever do it again, but I just hope that you will have some fond memories of this day. I know I will have."

He looked a bit embarrassed, "Wendy, I'm sorry about the pissing thing, I didn't intend to spook you out. I have just always found it a turn-on to watch a woman pee. My wife and I were even into golden showers, have you heard of that?"

"Yes, I think I know what you mean, but I don't think that I'm quite into that, Mr Rawson."

"That's okay!" He began to ease his still semi-hard cock gently out of her arse, his hands holding her hips steady. When he had fully withdrawn, he flopped down on the bed alongside her. They rolled onto their sides and each threw an arm around the other as they cuddled together. Sleep soon found both of them and it would be dark before either woke.

Alan had let himself into the house and Wendy heard him moving around, opening her eyes and turning to look toward the door. Alan came forward and stood beside the bed, looking down on his father with his recent lover. "So how did it go, have you had a good time? Alan reached out and wiped his fingers along the crease of her arse, "Looks like he's had you up the arse too!" He held his fingers out toward Wendy, showing her the old man's cum that he had wiped from between her cheeks.

"Yes he did, I couldn't resist him when he told me that he never had a woman that way before."

"I don't know if that's exactly true, he has told me some tales about his sexual adventures over the years."

"Why, the sly old fox … I felt so sorry for him when he told me that he had never had it in a woman's arse."

"So what else did you do?"

"Oh just sex all day long. He managed to stay stiff all day, but sometimes he didn't cum … you know what I mean, like he seemed to enjoy it, but there was no … err, what do you call it?"

"Ejaculate!"

"Yes, that's it, none of that."

"He seemed to be able to find some to put in your arse."

"Yes he did, that was amazing after drying up earlier."

Alan's father began to stir from sleep with the conversation going on around him. Chris Rawson repeated his praiseworthy comments to his son, expressing how appreciative he was for the gift of Wendy for a day.

Eventually terminating the mutual admiration session, Wendy began to feel self-conscious laying here so exposed in the bed, the old man's hand still wandering excitedly over her body and his son gazing down her almost nude body. "I think I better get up and go … can you drive me home, Alan?"

"Yes, that's what I came over for." 

She rose from the bed and Alan moved aside to give her room. She picked up her meagre clothes scattered around the floor and prepared to dress. "Oh dear, I better go pee before I go home." She started to turn to leave the room, but stopped and turned toward the bed, "Mr Rawson, do you want to come too?"

"What's this all about?" interrupted Alan.

"Never you mind, just something between your dad and me."

The old man was already excitedly rising up from the bed and he pushed his son aside as he put a protective arm around Wendy's shoulder and guided her toward the bathroom. Wendy actually closed the door behind them and she turned to face the man.

"So, I thought you might want to watch me again, just before I leave."

"Yes, yes I would, thank you!"

Wendy moved to sit on the seat, but his voice stopped her. "Would you be offended if I asked you to do it on my cock?"

"What?" She looked at him, stunned and he feared that he might have angered her.

"I'm sorry, I just thought I'd ask."

"What would I have to do?"

His face brightened when he saw that she might comply. He quickly sat down on the toilet seat, his cock still semi-rigid between his seated thighs. "Could you sit on my legs and just pee so that it hits my cock?"

Wendy looked very uncertain, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, I'm very sure, I would love that so much."

"If I do, you can't do it back to me, do you understand? I don't want you peeing on me."

"Yes, that's fine, just on me."

Wendy edged forward, spreading her feet to slide forward, facing Chris Rawson as he sat on the toilet seat. Her knees were now either side of his hips and she bent her knees so that she straddled his thighs, positioning her pubic mound directly above his semi-rigid penis. Her eyes were almost level with his as she squatted over him and tried to concentrate on releasing her pee. Her hands went to his shoulders, steadying herself.

It was at least a minute and nothing happened. "I don't know if I can do it like this, Mr Rawson, this feels quite awkward."

"Just relax Wendy, it will come."

Another minute went by, the two of them gazing into each other's eyes. She brought her head forward and kissed him, trying to relieve the tension that she felt from this awkward act. He kissed back and she relaxed into the kiss, becoming so engrossed with the passion of the open-mouthed kiss that without her realising it, her bladder released. She spurted a short burst of pee right onto his cock and he moaned behind the kiss.

Hearing his moan, Wendy realised what had happened and pulled back from the kiss, staring into his eyes, seeing the pleasure of this fetish on the man. The urge to pee still there, she felt another spurt release … again it directly hit his cock and he moaned out loud this time. "Ohhh, it's so hot … from out of your hot body!"

"I don't know what you get from this," she said as her pelvic muscles fully relaxed and a steady flow of urine rained down over his cock, splashing his inner thighs before dripping down into the toilet bowl. She hadn't peed since lunchtime, and so the flow continued. Wendy wondered when it would ever stop and Chris Rawson hoped it wouldn't.