1 comments/ 37561 views/ 1 favorites Lodgings Lust By: Intercontinental It had never been the gold mine they had hoped for. The original plan had been to cater for families visiting as tourists, and travelling businessmen, but as reality bit they were happy to have anyone who would stay at their Guest House. Helen Turner was in her late thirties, as was her husband Pete. A real beauty in her day, the weekly grind had worn her down. Her beautiful long blonde hair was tied back. Her full breasts were hidden under sloppy sweatshirts, and her shapely legs rarely emerged from underneath a pair of denim jeans. She loved Pete very much, but could not help but feel that life was passing her by. The afternoon that Charles Kramer booked in was ordinary enough . The response he evoked in her was not. Tall, lean, and in his mid thirties he had a tanned outdoor body and was polite and quiet. He exuded mystery. A two night stay with supper and breakfast. Helen felt a stirring within her that she had not felt for years. Pete instantly picked up the change in her mood as he watched her check him in. "You fancy him" he had gently teased afterwards, but Helen just shrugged the comment off. As supper time approached, Helen cursed the age of her wardrobe. Nothing seemed to fit, or be comfortable. She finally settled upon a pretty rose print calf length skirt, simple v neck white top (did it show off too much cleavage?) and some simple mid heel height white strappy sandals. By the time she had finished painting her toe nails and put on a bit of make-up Pete was already in the kitchen. "Expecting Royalty? And is that lipstick you are wearing?" he exclaimed, as he eyed his much loved wife up and down. Helen blushed, and ignoring the comments got on with the job of attending to the evening guests. But it was Charles who had her attention, she tried to look demure and efficient around him, instead she flapped and stumbled. Perhaps it was because she hadn't worn heels for ages? Or perhaps it was the spell that he seemed to cast over her? What should she say to him? And how should she deal with this? As she cleared up around him she stammered" I hope that everything was alright for you?" "With you serving me Mrs Turner how could it be otherwise?" "Well if there is anything else I can do for you........ " she blurted, and as she swept by him she felt his forearm deliberately brush against her hips. As she entered the kitchen, Pete saw her flushed face and knew by her manner what had been going through her mind, but chose to say nothing. After a long day, and having cleared up, they both retired to bed. She lay besides Pete, naked and restless. "Pete, will you make love to me?" "What's brought this on?" he replied curiously. "I don't know," she lied ,"I just feel randy and hot." Pete climbed on top of her, his erection stiffening with her enthusiasm. He reached down to stroke her pussy to find it streaming. His cock slipped effortlessly in . Helen immediately surrendered herself like a cock hungry virgin. It had been a long time since she had let herself go like this, and he knew why. "You're thinking of that Kramer, aren't you? " he taunted. "You're thinking that it is him slipping his meat into your love chute and not me." It was as if Helen had been electrocuted, she squeezed her pussy as tight as she could around Pete's cock and urged him on. Pete too came alive. Knowing that his prissy little wife was fantasising about another man strangely kick started his libido, because it was him who was pounding her pussy, not anyone else. These unfamiliar thoughts sent sparks through his brain and before he could help himself he had fired several wadges of steaming spunk splattering inside her, it was as if she was actually trying to drain him she was so turned on.Withdrawing, he wiped hiself on her pubic hair leaving it matted with globulous semen. Luxuriating in the moment he slipped his arm over his wifes shoulders and slipped off to sleep still excited by her adulterous thoughts, but safe in the knowledge that she was his. Helen lay there seething. He had got his rocks off at the situation, whilst she was left unfulfilled. His snoring a fanfare to her frustration. She began to sense the tell tale wetness of spent spunk oozing out of her pussy lips and got out of bed to head for the bathroom to clean up. But to do so she would have to pass Kramer's room so she slipped on a full length nightdress to protect her modesty, "just in case". When she came to the room she noticed the door ajar and the light on. Instinctively she popped her head around the corner and asked if there was " anything she could do." "Well actually there is," came the reply, as Kramer slid back the covers to reveal a stiff, throbbing erection. Initially, she was paralysed with shock, but then as the sound of her husband's slumbers echoed down the hallway she looked again at that erotic vision, and made her way over to Charles' bed. Although full length, her satin nightgown was very alluring. The tiny straps seemed barely able to support her breasts which themselves were only just contained by the fine material. A kick split to her thigh revealed an expanse of leg as she sat beside him, seemingly in a trance. "Touch it Helen, it is Helen isn't it? Touch it, you know you want to" Indeed she did, and she lowered her hand to circle his pulsing manhood with her gentle fingers. Slowly she edged her fingers around, then up and down as Charles moved his hand to caress her thigh to encourage her. As she found her rhythm the cockhead seemed to flare and she found her head sinking lower and lower. It wasn't something that she normally did, but then this wasn't a normal situation, or opportunity, so she dropped her head further and sank her mouth and tongue over his cock. Her golden hair cascaded over his cock and balls, brushing and swishing as her head bobbed up and down. Her breasts spilled out of the loose fabric of her nightdress and Charles gently moved to cup those beautiful orbs, teasing the nipples as they swayed around. Helen sensed a change as she lovingly sucked, slurped, teased and tickled his man meat, but she didn't intend to miss out this time. She tumbled by his side, lay on her back and partially spread her legs wantonly. "Come on then you bastard, I know you've wanted this from the moment you saw me, give it to me, but you will have to hurry, Pete is still asleep – for the moment." Charles moved astride her, then hitched up the skirt of her nightdress till it was bunched around her waist. Lasciviously he cupped his hand under her pussy. "Hang on here, me wanting you? You're as wet as a girl who hasn't had it for months" She didn't dare tell him why. "Don't play Miss Innocent with me? Not getting enough from hubby are you? Well if it's a good fucking you're after, you've come to the right man." With that he fairly impaled her pussy with his raging cock,splaying her thighs he slipped her legs over his shoulders and resolved to give her the fuck of her life. In an instant they were as one, driving each other on in a mad coital explosion. His balls lapped around her asshole as he drove in time after time again, the straps fell from her shoulders and he pulled them down still further as he rode her to her climax, her breasts making a mazy circular motion, her nightdress now totally gathered in a pathetic bunch around her waist. Charles noticed the tell-tale hardening of the nipples and flushed face and knew that she would not be long. "Scream you little slut, scream, let that pathetic little husband of yours know that his wife is getting the ride of her life, getting those pussy lips slapped till they can take no more, loving the feel of a real shafting, getting fucked" "Oh yes, yes, give it to me, more, harder, stuff my cunt full, make me your little fuck slut," Helen responded as she slipped over the edge and prepared to – scream. Instantly Charles locked his lips and mouth around hers to prevent her, she could barely breathe, let alone scream as a body shaking orgasm raked through her body. She tried to move, but he held her tight, and the more he held her tight the more she craved to move to express the sheer ecstasy which was flowing through her body. Then in response she felt blast after blast of released spunk flood her fanny and flow towards her cervix as her legs waved helplessly in the air as Charles in turn secured the release he craved. They lay for a few moments in each others arms, lost in the afterglow. "Charles, I've got to go, I can't believe what I've just done" "I can, a Lady as a Hostess, but a whore in bed" came the apt reply. Hurriedly, Helen straightened up her nightdress, kissed Charles and then turned to go to the bathroom. "Helen? Is that you? Come here a minute." Stunned that she had been discovered ,Helen returned to the marital bed, her senses and mind racing. Pete looked up at her longingly. "Come to bed darling, let's finish things off, you haven't come yet." Helen slumped into bed, her legs strained, her pussy lips battered, and a steady stream of spunk pouring down her thigh. "Let's pretend that you have just been fucked by that Kramer, that will be a real turn on."