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Elizabeth York Pt. 01

By: TeamEquipe



The first thing that drew Gary White's attention was her ass. He could barely keep his eyes off it as he walked towards her. It was truly superb. There it was sticking up in the air as the woman bent over, clearly oblivious to the view she was giving to anyone passing by. 

And what a view. The swell of her plump cheeks was too tempting; especially for Gary. In that delightful first moment he could already see himself standing behind her, shoving his cock deep into her pussy and giving her a right good fucking, doggy style.

He sighed inwardly. Well that's what he wanted to do. But never mind. 

He turned his head sideways to look at his work colleague. "That's your mom?" 

"Yeah it is," replied Brandon, "Why?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Nothing man, was just wondering that's all."

Gary turned his attention back to Brandon's mother. She was leaning over a display, fiddling with something or other. She probably didn't realise or possibly wasn't bothered that bending over like that had caused her work trousers to pull tightly across her ass cheeks, showing them off in all their glory.

Gary's stomach churned. He'd always thought of himself as an ass man; but then again he was attracted to big tits and shapely legs as well so truthfully he didn't actually have a favourite body part. As long as the overall package was put together nicely it didn't bother him too much what a woman had. But then again...it certainly interested him more if she had a nice shapely ass. And this woman most definitely had that.

"Hi mum," Brandon called out as they got nearer to the woman.

Elizabeth York turned her head and straightened up. She smiled as she recognised it was her son standing behind her.

"Oh hi Brandon, what are doing here?" she asked. She knew Brandon was there for a reason. He never came to see her unless he wanted something.

Gary's eyes took it all in. Mmmm...not bad...not bad at all. Reasonably good looking for her age. Yep, she had it all going on. Nice tits as well as the divine ass. The legs? Well he couldn't see those due to her work trousers but there was a definite curve of the thigh that showed promise.

Elizabeth's eyes moved from Brandon to look at Gary. "So who's your friend?" she asked looking back at her son.

"Oh yeah, sorry, this is Gary, I work with him from time to time." Brandon half turned, which allowed Gary the opportunity to reach forward and extended his hand.

"Hi Mrs York, pleased to meet you." He looked into her blue eyes, holding the look for a moment too long. He pulled away. Her handshake had been warm and inviting. Well in his mind it had been.

Elizabeth turned her attention back to her son. "Okay Brandon," she said, "so what do you want? I'm really busy right now so I haven't got time for idle chit chat."

"What makes you think I want something?" Brandon replied in a hurt tone. "Can't a son come and see his mother once in a while?"

"Brandon, you only come and see me at work if you want something. I know that and you know that," Elizabeth said with a resigned smile. She wasn't angry with him.

"Well okay mum, I was just wondering if you could lend me fifty quid until pay-day; pleeeaassse?" Brandon looked pleadingly at his mother.

"Fifty pounds! You're kidding right?" Elizabeth was not impressed. "I don't have fifty pounds on me!" She looked at her son's face. Even though he was a grown man fast approaching thirty, he was still her little boy. And always would be. How could she deny him.

"Oh okay," she sighed. "I'll go get my cash card. You'll have to go to the cash dispenser and take it out of there."

"Thanks mother, you're the best," Brandon said with a broad smile. He'd known all along she would give him the money. She never denied him anything.

As they left the store, Brandon clutching his mother's cash card, Gary turned to him.

"Man...your dad must be one ugly dude!" he said with a grin.

Brandon turned to look at him. "What?" he said, somewhat taken aback. "What did you say?"

"I said your dad must be ugly; you know, for you to have turned out looking the way you do." Gary grinned again. 

Brandon was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Your mom...she's hot! So you must have taken after your old man to turn out the way you did, that's all I'm saying." Gary grinned some more.

"You think my mother's hot?" Brandon was incredulous.

"God man; yeah! Great body, sexy as hell. Yeah I'd definitely fuck her if I had the chance!" Gary was almost laughing now. The look on Brandon's face was priceless.

"But that's my mother you're talking about!"

"So?" Gary shrugged his shoulders, "she's a woman, isn't she?

"Yeah but you shouldn't talk about her in that way. Besides, she's old now, why would anyone think like that about an old woman?" Brandon asked.

"I don't know..." Gary pursed his lips. "So how old is she then?"

"She'll be fifty eight in a few months time I think," Brandon replied, "Why, why do you ask?"

"Just to prove my point. I know she's your mother but to everyone else she's a hot MILF. Okay she may be a little bit older than what YOU would class a MILF but I'm telling you man, she's hot!" Gary laughed again at the confused look on Brandon's face.

He punched Brandon on the arm. "Just kidding man; I was just fucking with you! You should see the look on your face though." He laughed once more.

* * *

On the ride back to work Gary's thoughts drifted back to Elizabeth York. Her son Brandon was just a work colleague he barely knew really. He'd only worked with him a couple of times so he didn't consider him a friend, which therefore in his opinion made it perfectly acceptable for him to have a crack at his mother.

He played back in his mind the contours of her body, the swell of her large chest beneath the shapeless work blouse and the gorgeousness of her perfectly symmetrical heart shaped ass cheeks. He could feel himself becoming aroused just by thinking about her.

Although he'd told Brandon that he was kidding, in truth he wasn't. He really did think she was worth fucking.

Long ago Gary had decided that the way to satisfy his need for sex was to target older women. From a young age he'd never managed to score with the good looking and popular girls and so initially had satisfied himself by fucking the girls that were thought of as not so pretty or a bit on the large side.

But it was then he began to notice a particular age group of women who would often frequent some of the nightclubs in town. They were as old if not older than his own mother but these women were different. His mother had long ago given up on herself. A succession of bad decisions regarding men had left her broken hearted and she was now quite happy to find her comfort in a bottle of gin.

But these women were trying hard to cling onto the last vestiges of their younger days. They still thought they were hot stuff or at least were attempting to be. They dressed in expensive looking clothes that might at their age be considered a little bit inappropriate or indeed a trifle revealing. They also made a real effort with their hair and makeup and they always smelt really good.

They also thought they could hold their drink just like they used to do in their youth and that was usually their downfall. Gary had read somewhere that once past the age of forty, women's bodies were not able to tolerate alcohol in the same way as when they were younger. This proved to be manna from heaven for him.

Overnight he changed from targeting fat, ugly girls of his own age to chasing older more sophisticated women. At first he waited for them to get well and truly pissed before making his move. He recalled his first night had been a truly spectacular success.

He'd set his sights on an attractive looking woman who appeared to be in her early to mid fifties. She was a bit on the large side but only in the breast and ass department. She was virtually paralytic when he did get to fuck her but fuck her he did and she seemed to be grateful. Well right up until she threw up all over his shoes. But hey, that was a small price to pay for a good fuck!

As the years passed he changed his approach and honed his skills. He would only target women who had come out in groups of three or four and would begin by chatting them all up at first. That way he could gauge how susceptible they would be to his charms and how much alcohol he would need to pour down their throats to get his wicked way with them. There was no point in wasting money if he didn't have to. He would then select a likely candidate and over the course of the night gradually ease her away from her friends.

He was amazed as he soon realised there were lots of women out there who were desperate to be fucked. As he chatted to his potential victims it became apparent that in most cases their husbands had gone off sex and no longer bothered to satisfy their needs. He also found a lot of these women had accepted that this was normal and had suppressed their own needs and desires. 

They didn't realise they wanted someone...needed someone...anyone; it didn't matter who it was as long as it wasn't their husbands; to tell them they still had it and were still attractive and sexy. Gary therefore took it upon himself to show them just what they were missing.

He was now capable of getting laid every night he went out. There was seemingly no end to the amount of desperate pussy out there. But at the end of the night he never left or went home with them. Sex for these women was a quick fuck outside the nightclub but always just early enough to give them time to retain their dignity and rejoin their friends before the end of the evening.

His thoughts once more drifted back to Brandon's mom, Elizabeth York. She was definitely worth one or maybe even three if she was lucky. He smiled inwardly at his own joke. Even though he had only been trying to wind Brandon up; maybe he would have a crack at his mother, to see if she would let him fuck her. It would be a departure from his usual way of chasing older women but it might be worth it. His cock pulsed at the thought.

* * *

A sort of semi chill shuddered through her body. She laughed, trying to make light of it, to hide the thrill she felt surging inside of her. It was completely ridiculous of course.

"He said what?" Elizabeth looked at her son, seeking confirmation of what he had just disclosed.

She looked over at her husband of thirty five years. He was sat with a slightly bemused look on his face as if he couldn't quite believe it himself.

"He said you were hot!" her son repeated, now somewhat embarrassed. He'd blurted it out as a joke but it was too late to take it back now.

"Oh that's nice," she said good naturedly. She didn't want to press for more information really but like most women she was pleased to get compliments about herself.

"Yeah," her son ploughed on blissfully unaware of what effect his words were having on his mother, "he said you looked really good for your age, great body and all. He said he couldn't believe my mum was so sexy."

Elizabeth laughed again. "Hear that Richard...my son's friend Gary thinks I'm hot AND sexy!"

Her husband smiled wryly back at her. The inference in her tone of voice was obvious. But he'd only told her that very morning that she looked as good now as she did when he'd first met her all those years ago. And he'd meant it. But clearly him saying it didn't count.

Elizabeth York gave herself a smug pat on the back. It had pleased her no end to hear what her son's friend had said about her. Who wouldn't feel good about it. She was after all no spring chicken and whilst generally fit and healthy there were still times when she felt every one of her fifty seven years. 

But she knew she looked better than okay especially when she compared herself to other women of the same age. She had the usual wrinkles in all the places she didn't want them of course and which she wished to god she didn't have but her body was still in pretty good shape.

Overall, she'd retained her figure. She still had her impressive 38DD breasts which were firm and not too saggy. She still had a clearly definable waist and a lovely curvy ass together with shapely legs. Her main problem had been weight gain, as it is with most women once they reach a certain age.

Elizabeth had been no different. She'd put on weight over the years as her resolve to stick to countless diets and different exercise regimes had faltered before she'd finally given up the ghost altogether with the exercises due to a recurring bad back problem. 

But recently, because of a lengthy illness that had laid her low for a number of weeks she had lost over a stone in weight. Once over her illness she was delighted. It was a shit way to lose weight but she'd lost it and was determined to keep it off.

With a renewed impetuous she'd started to follow a fitness programme she bought on impulse after seeing the television advert. This had proved to be a god send. The exercises were good if not a little bit basic but they were low impact so she'd stuck at it and sixty days in she now felt more toned and sculpted, just as the advertising blurb had promised she would.

Husband Richard had been fully supportive but they had been married so long she didn't feel that his words carried any weight or depth to them. She thought of them as just words a husband was pre-programmed to utter to make his wife feel good about herself.

So it was flattering to think she could still turn the head of a younger man. That he thought she was hot! That maybe he fancied her. Fancied her enough to fuck her.

No; that was wrong but the thrill of this thought sent Elizabeth's pulse rate soaring again. She knew she was being ridiculous but what the heck. It wasn't every day she was paid such a compliment and she was determined to milk it.

Richard was highly amused. He'd been married long enough to Elizabeth to know everything about her. He knew she was flattered, so he decided to push it along a bit. To see where it led.

"So son, how old is this Gary?"

"Not sure dad, around my age I think, maybe a little older, I don't really know," Brandon replied.

"So where'd he see your mum?" Richard asked.

"Oh, he came into the store with me the other day, you remember mum, the day I needed to borrow some money..." Brandon's voice trailed off as he realised he had just busted himself. He was forever running out of money and would tap his mother up whenever he was short. He knew his dad would not be impressed.

Richard let it slide. He was more intrigued as to what his son's friend had said about his wife. He wanted to tease her a bit.

"So he said that about you even though you were wearing your work clothes!" Richard looked over at his wife. He knew her work clothes were the most unflattering things she wore. It was surprising how bad they were. But even at home, when she dressed in what she deemed to be her scruffy clothes, she still looked like a million dollars to him.

His wife laughed back at him.

"Just think what he would think if he saw you now," Richard said addressing his wife. He ran his eyes over her body.

Medium height with bottle blonde hair and blue eyes she was still a little plump around the waist but her breasts beneath her tee shirt jutted proud of her chest and her ass cheeks were clearly defined in her tight fitting trousers. She'd always had the ability to arouse him and now even though she was older he still only had to look at her body to feel himself getting excited.

Elizabeth chuckled once again. "Oh you are awful. That poor lad must be deranged if he fancies an old thing like me. He was obviously winding you up Brandon," she said to her son.

She returned to her labours but was smiling to herself. It wasn't every day you got to hear that some random bloke thought you were hot and it not only pleased her but titillated her as well.

Richard carried on. He was still intrigued about his son's friend Gary.

"So tell me son, this Gary, do you work with him often?"

"Now and again. He's a bit strange if you ask me. I'm not sure why he wanted to come to mum's workplace with me. I think it was pretty random, maybe he was bored." Brandon looked quizzically at his dad. "Why do you want to know?"

Richard laughed. "No reason really. Just wondered why he would find your mother so attractive that's all. I didn't realise your work allowed guide dogs on site."

Brandon laughed along with his dad, but his was more borne out of relief that he appeared to have got away with borrowing money again from his mother without his father going ballistic on him.

Elizabeth smiled over towards her husband but was inwardly pissed with him. She definitely hadn't seen the funny side to his weak joke. Sure Richard was always complimenting her about her appearance but then he gave her that backhander. What was that all about? He could be so thoughtless some times. She decided to ignore the comment even though it hurt a little bit.

* * *

Hey up Brandon, how's it going?" Gary had spotted him across the yard and had strolled over to join him. "Any idea what we're doing today. Any jobs going apart from in the yard?" It was a few days since their trip into town to see Brandon's mother.

"Morning Gary. No, I'm sure we're stuck here for at least this morning worse luck," Brandon replied. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Gary replied, "it's just I've got a few errands to run that's all, so if we're working from here I can nip into town later to sort them out."

"Oh right," Brandon replied.

"Actually, now I think about it, I could do to get some stuff that I need from your mum's store. Do you think if I went in, she'd give me discount? You know, seeing as how I know you?"

Brandon grinned at him. He knew there had to be a real reason why Gary had been bullshitting him about his mother. "I'm sure she would if you used your charm on her," he replied.

"Okay then." Gary gave him a smug look. "I'll pop in later. I assume she is at work today?"

"I'm think she is but I'll give her a ring just to make sure." Brandon reached into his pocket for his mobile phone. "I'll let her know when you're on your way in and to expect you. Yeah?" 

"Yeah. Okay, you do that Brandon. Thanks mate." Gary replied.

* * *

"Mrs York, how you doing. Looking good today..." Gary walked over to where Elizabeth was working. He looked down at her as she turned her head to look up at him.

She was down on her hands and knees, scrabbling to the back of a display unit trying to locate the screw she'd just dropped on the floor and which annoyingly had rolled out of her reach. All Gary could see were her perfect, heart shaped ass cheeks filling and straining her work trousers. Once again he imagined himself behind her, his cock buried balls deep inside her pussy.

"Oh hi Gary, how are you. Brandon rang me to tell me you were coming in." Elizabeth's words snapped him out of his thoughts.

She scrambled to her feet, brushing off the dust from the floor. She smoothed down the rest of her work clothes. 

Gary watched as she brushed off non existent dust from her chest. He would have loved to be doing that for her, just to cop a feel of her large breasts.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me. I need some stuff for my house and I was wondering...well you know...seeing as how I know Brandon...if I could get some discount?" He looked sheepishly at Elizabeth.

She laughed. "No problem Gary, what do you need?" She pulled out a notebook and pen and waited.

Gary reeled off his wish list, Elizabeth struggling to keep up with his demands. Now and again she stopped him to seek clarification on certain items he said he wanted, suggesting alternatives that she thought may suit him better.

Satisfied at last, they set off together around the store, picking out the items on the list. From time to time they stopped to discuss his choices and again review his requirements. Gary was certainly impressed with Elizabeth's knowledge and how helpful she was but he was enjoying being in her company more. He was finding her perfume extremely enticing and he could feel knots forming in his stomach as his anticipation grew. 


Elizabeth York Pt. 01



There was no time like the present. They were now in one of the more isolated areas of the store. As they paused once again to scan over his list, Gary took a look around him. Good, no one about. This gave him the opportunity he wanted to begin his seduction.

"I have to say Mrs York and I hope you won't be offended when I say this but as I look at you I think Brandon was lying to me about how old you are."

Elizabeth looked up. She was slightly shocked at Gary's words. She hadn't expected this from him.

"I think you're just being kind," she replied with a faint smile. "But don't worry, you'll still get the discount, you don't have to flannel me."

"I can assure you that I mean every word Mrs York," Gary oozed sincerely, "and I would also say that I find you extremely attractive..."

"...what for an older woman!" she interrupted a bit too sharply. She felt her body tense up but wasn't sure why.

"No...not at all," Gary carried on, "You are an attractive woman and you most definitely have a hot body!"

"Now you're just being silly," Elizabeth replied. She breathed deeply. She was beginning to feel a trifle hot and bothered.

Gary moved up close to her. So close she could feel his breath on her cheek. "So how old are you then...forty four...forty five...?" She jumped slightly as she felt his hand on her ass.

"Don't be ridiculous," she squeaked. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She could feel the butterflies starting to flutter in her stomach. "I have a...a son...whose nearly thirty," she gasped, "how can I be..."

"So you're forty six then and you were a child bride," Gary interrupted.

"No I'm...I'm fifty..." she gulped, her breathing becoming ragged, "...fifty seven...nearly...fifty eight...soon." Her voice faded away as Gary moved closer. He was so close she was sure he was going to kiss her.

"I don't believe you," Gary oozed charmingly, "but you've definitely got a hot body." He gave her ass a gentle squeeze. She jumped again. "Even in your work clothes you look good but I bet you look sensational when you're dressed up for a night out? Am I right?" He gave her ass a couple of gentle taps before he resumed with his fondling.

"Gary...what...what are you doing..." Elizabeth felt herself go bright red as she feebly attempted to push his hand away. Her face felt as if it was on fire.

Gary wasn't phased. He was only just getting warmed up.

"You've got a great ass but I guess you already know that don't you." He continued to rub his hand round the full shape of her ass cheeks. 

"I...I..." she stammered.

"Does Mr York ever take you out then? If he doesn't he should. You deserve to be seen out and about. A good looking woman like you shouldn't be kept at home under wraps." Gary paused. His hand was still moving in circles round her ass cheeks, squeezing and fondling them and she was making no attempt to stop him as he pressed harder. He knew he was getting to her. She was beginning to look somewhat confused and flushed.

"He does take me out," Elizabeth blurted hastily, feeling the need to defend her husband, "in fact if you must know he's taking me out this Saturday, to a dance at the social club."

"Very nice I'm sure," Gary replied. He scanned her body from her ass up to her breasts. He made sure she noticed what he was doing before he stared deep into her eyes. He held her gaze for a while, unblinking until flustered, she had to look away. 

The sound of voices approaching broke the spell.

"We'd...we'd better get on," Elizabeth said as she struggled to regain her focus. "Right, what's next on your list?" She swallowed hard. "I think we need to be down here," she added as she began to walk unsteadily down the aisle, her heart pounding so much she thought it was going to explode.

Gary, with a leering smile on his lips followed behind, his eyes firmly planted on her backside, watching the seductive sway of her hips and the movement of her ass cheeks as she walked. Lovely!

Finally they finished the list. It had been a struggle for Elizabeth to concentrate. Her head was spinning after what Gary had said and done. He'd definitely unnerved her. But she'd eventually managed to calm herself down enough to see it through.

But as she looked at the amount of goods piled in the trolleys Elizabeth was amazed. It was far more than she could hope to get through the tills as a family member discount. The store whilst generous did have a strict policy to prevent abuse of this privilege.

"Wow, that's a lot of stuff Gary. I'm not sure I can get all this through on a family member discount. Do you really need all of this stuff?"

Gary put on his most pitiful expression. He sighed. "I'm afraid I really do Mrs York. Is there any way of you getting it through for me? I'd be ever so grateful if you could."

Elizabeth looked doubtful. "Well...perhaps there is a way I could do it I suppose."

She looked at Gary who had maintained his pitiful expression.

"I suppose I could put it down as my purchases and then you would have to pay me back. If that's okay with you?"

"You'd do that for me? Oh that's brilliant Mrs York, just brilliant," Gary said excitedly. "Thanks so much, you're the best."

He jumped forward enthusiastically and grabbing Elizabeth by her arms pulled her swiftly to him and planted a big kiss on her full red lips.

Elizabeth recoiled in surprise. "Gary! There was no need for that..." she exclaimed, trying to compose herself as she blushed deeply.

"Sorry Mrs York, I couldn't help myself," Gary answered with a cheery grin as he shrugged his shoulders.

* * *

Elizabeth had been eagerly waiting for Saturday night to come around. Richard rarely seemed to want to take her out preferring instead to stay in and watch television. Why, she couldn't fathom out. As far as she was concerned there was never anything of great interest on the box these days. So it had been a bit of a shock when he bought tickets for this dance. 

Tonight they were out with a couple of their closest friends and the women, having got together beforehand, had decided to push the boat out and wear dresses. Like Elizabeth, her friend Sally didn't get taken out much either so they were both determined to take full advantage of this rare event.

When they arrived at the club and looked around they did seem to be at odds with what most of the crowd were wearing. A lot of the women were dressed in jeans just like the men. Not exactly how Elizabeth had imagined it would be. But never mind, she wasn't here as a fashion critic, she was here to enjoy herself.

And enjoy herself she did. As the night progressed, Elizabeth really let her hair down. It had been an age since she'd been out dancing and ages since she'd drunk so much alcohol. Richard had long ago conceded defeat and had danced his last dance. But Elizabeth was unstoppable, choosing to continue dancing on her own even when Sally finally sat down.

Gary had watched from afar most of the night. He'd made an early entry and kept a respectable distance away out of sight but he knew it was now time to make his next move.

Emboldened by drink, more people had moved onto the dance floor and it was now packed with a heaving mass of gyrating bodies. It was dark, the only light being the random flashes of colour that swept across the floor from the spotlights lodged in the lighting gantry above the stage.

He pushed his way through the throng. He could see his quarry now. She was throwing herself about, clearly enjoying herself, lost in the pulsating beat of the music.

He manoeuvred himself into position behind her and as she came back to him he moved forward sliding his arms round her waist. She half looked over her shoulder at him. It took a while for her to recognise him.

"Gary!" she exclaimed excitedly in a drunken flush, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you and have a dance," he shouted back at her. He clung to her tighter, grinding his bulging cock further in between her ass cheeks.

"Great!" she laughed, "crazy isn't it?"

Gary nodded to her. It was impossible to talk. As they danced together he guided her towards the doors that led to the toilets. He wanted to get her out of the noise and the hustle and bustle of the dance floor so he could take a good look at her.

He finally reached the double swing doors. He pushed her through and followed close behind. Taking her hand he guided her past the toilets then turned down another corridor. They were alone now and in a place he thought they wouldn't be disturbed.

"What are you doing, why have we come down here?" Elizabeth asked. She was swaying slightly as she said it and her speech was slurred. She didn't appear to be mad at him though, in fact she appeared to be smiling.

Gary moved in close. They were almost touching, standing face to face. Elizabeth in her 4" heels matching Gary's height perfectly.

He looked into her face. Her blue eyes were sparkling with excitement and her red lips were parted slightly, as if in anticipation. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She tasted good.

"Hey," she said, "you're not supposed to do that. I'm married you know!"

"Yeah I know," Gary replied with a smile. "I just wanted to have a look at what you were wearing. You know to confirm what I thought the other day."

Elizabeth looked at him with a confused look on her face.

"I must say, I like what I see." Gary cocked his head sideways as he scanned her body from head to toe and back again. She was wearing a body contour dress that accentuated her hour glass shape. It seemed to be moulded to her ass cheeks and her ample bosom. Her legs, which he was seeing for the first time were shapely, especially enhanced as they were by her 4" heel shoes and the sheen on her stockings was also wonderfully alluring.

He leered up into her face as he finished. "Very nice Mrs York, very nice indeed. You truly do have a beautiful body."

Elizabeth blushed. She felt overwhelmed by all the compliments. 

Gary leant in and kissed her again. This time it was more than a quick peck on the lips. This time it was a slow lingering kiss with some lip movement. Elizabeth couldn't help herself as she responded.

Her head was spinning as Gary pulled her closer, one hand holding her head to his, the other wandering down to fondle her breast before eventually dropping lower to squeeze her lovely ass cheeks.

She moaned into his mouth and as their kissing intensified Gary took hold of her ass with both hands and pulled her firmly into his bulging crotch. He was beside himself as he ground himself against her mound. He could feel her respond as she kissed him back a little harder. This was going far better than he could have possibly hoped for. But it was time to go.

There was no way he could get her alone long enough to fuck her even though he knew she was probably primed and ready to go. With her husband and friends nearby there was no chance. Not tonight.

He broke the kiss.

"I have to go now Mrs York," he said. Elizabeth opened her eyes. She seemed totally lost and confused now. "But I'll see you soon." He gave her another quick peck on the lips and was gone.

* * *

A week had passed by since Gary had been into the store to get his stuff and Elizabeth was still waiting for him to repay her the money she had laid out for him. Despite her best efforts Gary had proved to be elusive. Even Brandon hadn't seen much of him. It appeared he was working away for a few days. 

In one way she wanted to see him so she could get her money back but in another she didn't because of what had happened on Saturday night. She had vague recollections of the events that had transpired but she knew she had been very drunk. This certainly manifested itself on the Sunday, a day she spent in bed nursing the biggest hangover she'd ever experienced.

* * *

A few months previously, Elizabeth and Richard had decided to renovate a room in their house. It had started badly and now much to her disgust it was proving to be a job too far for her husband. For a man who thought he was an expert but in reality had always had limited DIY abilities, this was now proving to be way beyond him. So much so that the project had gradually ground to a halt.

Elizabeth had looked around for someone to take over the task but all her friend's contacts and suggestions had proved fruitless. She was nearing her wits end when her son arrived for a visit. Surprisingly for once he was not there for money.

He bore the brunt as she poured out her frustrations about his dad's shortcomings and asked him if he knew of anyone who could help them out of their predicament.

"Well mum," Brandon replied, "the only person I know that might be able to help you is Gary. He told me a while back that before he joined our company he'd worked for a builder. Started as an apprentice and did all his City and Guilds stuff. I don't know if he's any good but even if he can't do it he might be able to at least point you in the right direction?"

"Gary...really..." his mother responded vehemently, her tone heavy with sarcasm. She caught herself just in time from revealing more. "Have you...err...seen much of him lately?" she asked carefully.

She knew he'd been working away but didn't let on she knew about this to her son.

"No he's been working away but he's back tomorrow I think," her son replied innocently.

"That's good to know. So tell me, from what he's told you do you think he could sort out your father's cock up for me then?"

Brandon looked round the disaster that was the supposed remodelling of the room. "Yep I'm pretty sure he could sort out this for you. He's always telling me he's pretty good with his hands."

Elizabeth flushed inwardly. She already knew about his hands.

* * *

Gary looked round the room. He sucked in his cheeks. "Well...this is a mess...isn't it." He turned to face Elizabeth York and quickly scanned her body. She was wearing her customary house clothes of tee shirt and tight jeans and heels. Gary liked the look. It nicely showed off what she'd got.

Brandon had persuaded Gary that his mother needed his expertise. He was unaware that Gary actually owed his mother a considerable amount of money. He was also unaware of how far Gary had got when hitting on her at the dance last Saturday night.

Elizabeth stood with a hand on her hip, her weight resting on one leg. She looked at Gary. "But do you think you can sort it out Gary. You owe me big time and seeing as you've told me you have no cash then this would go some way towards repaying me."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Gary replied. "I might need some help though. Will your husband be around much?"

"No he won't," Elizabeth replied strongly. "I'm not letting him anywhere near this project again. And besides he's out of town for a few days on business so it would give you the opportunity to get it done whilst he's away."

Gary was delighted to hear this news. "Well I suppose I could take a few days holiday and sort it out for you. What about access? Are you going to give me a key or something?" he asked.

"No. I've got some holiday days due so I might as well take them now, so I'll be here." Elizabeth replied. There was no way she was leaving Gary unattended in her home. There was no telling what he might get up to. She didn't trust him now as far as she could throw him.

"Okay then, I'll give you a ring later when I know I've got my days off. I'm pretty sure it won't be a problem even though it's short notice. It's not like we've got a lot of work on at the moment. And I'll let you know what time I'm coming tomorrow." Gary smiled.

* * *

The following day Gary turned up promptly at eight in the morning. He was hoping to catch Elizabeth York in her nightie. Sadly for him she was an early riser and was already fully dressed.

Not that it bothered him much. Even though she was dressed in her casual clothes she still gave Gary palpitations.

He surreptitiously ran his eyes over her body. He again liked what he saw. Her tee shirt clung tightly to her chest emphasising her large, heavy breasts and her skinny jeans were particularly tight and seemed to be moulded to her wonderfully shaped ass. As he suspected her thighs were indeed as curvy as he had hoped. Even though it was early she was already wearing heels and they were higher than yesterday. She must be going out he thought. His stomach flipped over. Skinny jeans, great ass and high heels! It was a great combination.

Elizabeth caught him giving her the once over and again she felt that chill run through her body. The memories of the Saturday night dance also returned. She was definitely unsettled but shook her head to clear the feeling.

"Right Gary, let me know if you want anything and I'll get it for you," she said as she led him to the room, before turning to leave.

"Okay, thanks Mrs York, will do," Gary replied. 

Taking a last lingering look at her ass in her tight jeans he turned and looked into the room. Even though he'd only been here yesterday, it was worse than he remembered.

"Mrs York," he called out to her retreating back, "I think I'm going to have to start again, if that's okay with you."

"Whatever it takes Gary, just get on with it," she called over her shoulder without looking back.

"Yeah okay," Gary grunted to himself as he turned back inside. Picking up his big lump hammer he took a swing at the wall.

* * *

A couple of hours later and Elizabeth poked her head inside the room. It looked worse than before. Her heart sank. Maybe Gary had been a cowboy builder and that was why he now had a job working with Brandon.

"Oh hi Mrs York," Gary said as he saw her enter the room. "Look I could use some more things it you don't mind. I've made a list."

He handed Elizabeth a scrap piece of paper. She scanned the list. Wood, nails, screws...

"But we have all these things Gary; my husband already bought them," she said.

"Yeah I know," Gary sighed, "but he bought the wrong sizes. That's partly why he's been having problems."

Elizabeth sighed inwardly, her shoulders dropping. Richard always meant well but he truly was useless. Leaving the room, she returned to the kitchen. Grabbing her coat she took her car keys off the hook and left.

* * *

When she returned she was surprised to see Gary in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. He'd clearly made himself at home as she noticed an open packet of chocolate biscuits on the worktop.

He took a look at her purchases and grunted his approval. Without a further word he exited the kitchen taking his coffee with him.

A couple of minutes later and Elizabeth was hearing the satisfying sound of drilling and sawing and hammering. Mentally crossing her fingers she inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. 

"...and...relax!" she muttered to herself. 

* * *

By the clock on the wall the time was ten minutes to one when Gary finally wandered into the kitchen to wash up. He was pleased with the progress he'd made this morning and had surprised himself by actually enjoying what he was doing. 

He was pleasantly surprised to see that Elizabeth had already prepared him some lunch. A couple of sandwiches and a packet of crisps were laid out on the table for him.

As he entered he paused to take in the sight of her in front of him. She was stretching up to a high cupboard. The curve of her thighs and the shape of her plump heart shaped ass in her skinny jeans was a delightful sight. He smiled as he drank it in.

Elizabeth sensed that Gary was there and half turned to look over her shoulder as her fingertips continued to scrabble inside the cupboard. Even wearing her high heels she couldn't quite reach. She finally admitted defeat.

"Gary do you think you could reach that for me?" She asked as she pointed up to an item in the cupboard.





Elizabeth York Pt. 01



He was there in an instant not giving her time to move away. He pressed in close behind her forcing her up against the edge of the worktop. She could feel a bulge pressing into her ass cheeks, settling down in her crack. She could feel it throbbing as he ground himself into her as he reached up into the high cupboard.

He placed the item down on the worktop but made no effort to move away. His hands came up onto her outer arms. He had her pinned.

"Gary...what are you doing..." Elizabeth gasped nervously.

"Nothing," he replied as he ran his hands up and down her fleshy arms.

He pressed more firmly into her ass.

"Gary..." she breathed huskily as she tried to push herself away from the worktop, "what are you doing..."

"Nothing," he replied. 

Elizabeth tried to move again but then time seemed to stand still for a moment. She watched mesmerised as his hands slowly moved off her arms and came round to encircle her large breasts. She was frozen to the spot as he took hold of them both and squeezed gently. 

He moaned. They were every bit as good as he remembered.

"Oh no...Gary...no..." Elizabeth breathed deeply and Gary felt her breasts grow in his hands as she arched her back. Her ass pushed further into his crotch.

He squeezed again and then again. Elizabeth knew she should be shrugging him off but it felt sooo good! No-one had touched her like that in years. But it was so wrong. So, so wrong.

Gary nuzzled into her neck. "You smell great Mrs York," he whispered. He nibbled her ear lobe. Elizabeth jerked as sparks of electricity shot through her body.

"Gary...no..." Elizabeth tried again. She knew she couldn't allow this to continue.

"Ooohh..." She trembled as Gary continued to nibble on her ear and his hands continued to fondle her ample charms. She felt her hips move, a long forgotten tell tale sign of her impending arousal.

"Gary...I said NO!" She managed to turn to face him as his hands were tugging at her tee shirt, trying to free it from her jeans.

He forced her back tight against the worktop once more, her temporary gain now lost. His hands returned to grope her breasts through her tight tee shirt as he leant in to kiss her. She turned her face to one side but he just followed her, kissing her cheek, her nose, anything he could whilst he sought her lips.

As she turned frantically to one side trying to avoid him, he was there waiting. His lips locked with hers. She tried to break free but they were seemingly sealed together. His tongue pushed at her lips finally forcing them to open. She met his tongue with hers as she allowed him to kiss her deeply.

She felt her resolve weakening as they continued to kiss, his hands on her breasts fondling and groping and massaging them with more intent. She felt her nipples respond. They were swollen with lust. Erect and rock hard.

"No Gary...please," she breathed huskily, her resistance ebbing away by the second. It felt so nice to have someone touch her like this, to want her this way. She had no thought about her wedding vows or to her commitment to her husband. This was all about her.

Elizabeth was ready. She knew she wanted to be fucked now. She wanted her son's friend, work colleague, whatever he was to fuck her married pussy. She couldn't help it. It had been so long. Too long.

She supposed it wasn't his fault really but she'd not had proper sex for years. Richard had never been the most skilled of lovers and had started to have problems early on in their married life. But they'd struggled on regardless. But the last time he'd managed to actually get it up and fuck her had been over four years ago. Four long years ago.

She'd resigned herself to the fact she would never get laid properly again. In fact she was positive she didn't need or want sex anymore anyway.

How wrong had that feeling been.

Since Gary had shown up and turned her on she now knew she wasn't ready to give up on sex just yet.

She wrapped her arms round Gary's neck and kissed him as he reached down and began to undo her jeans. She wiggled her hips to help him as he pushed them down her thighs.

Once down around her knees he brought a hand up to cup her pussy. He was delighted to find that not only was she wearing a thong and he certainly hadn't expected that; but that she was also very wet.

He slipped a finger under her thong and forced it up inside her. It was now she surprised him again. Her pussy was clean shaven. Now that he definitely hadn't expected.

There was no time for finesse. For one, Gary didn't do finesse. He was all about the quick fuck outside the nightclub or if he was lucky, in the back seat of a car. Secondly he was so fired up he couldn't wait.

He finger fucked Elizabeth crudely for a couple of minutes just to get her juices really flowing before he pulled out and spun her round. He shuffled her to the worktop, a difficult job because of the restrictions of her jeans being wrapped around her knees before he bent her over at the waist.

He freed his cock from his trousers. It was dripping pre cum all over the place. He was so worked up now. He gave it a couple of strokes. It was rock hard just like her nipples.

He slapped her ass cheeks a few times leaving a red mark imprinted on her raw flesh. She didn't seem to mind him doing this as there were no objections from her. 

This was so different to his usual find 'em and fuck 'em routine. This time he could savour his conquest. He paused to take a good look at his prize. To see if it truly was as spectacular in the flesh as it appeared in her tight fitting trousers.

And it was.

In the flesh her ass was far, far better then he could possibly have hoped for. He marvelled at the sight of her ass cheeks, savouring in their wonderful curvature. There was no hint of excess fat or cellulite. No scars, no blemishes, no tattoos. He ran his hand in circles round and round and round again as he became almost overwhelmed by their fantastic shape and feel. He squeezed one ass cheek, pulling it to one side to open up access to her pussy.

He was now in a hurry to see how his thick cock would look as it impaled her. Moving her thong out the way he pushed through the crack between her ass cheeks and brought his cock up to her shaven pussy. He nudged it against her slick lips.

"Ooooohhhh...eeessshhh...shit..." she gasped as he pushed forward. 

"Please...be careful...it's... it's been a while," Elizabeth pleaded as she looked over her shoulder at Gary.

He smiled back as he carefully eased his cock head inside her. He swallowed hard as he watched his cock disappearing between her ass cheeks. Those luscious ass cheeks he had dreamt about. Those superb ass cheeks he had drooled over and lusted for. He felt the knots in his stomach tighten. It was happening...it was finally happening!

And she was tight, far tighter than he had ever thought she could be. It was too good to be true.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned as he felt her pussy clamp down onto his cock. He pushed forward a bit more.

"Oh my...oh my...oh my...oh shit..." Elizabeth rattled off the words quickly as she gritted her teeth together.

Gary certainly wasn't hung like a donkey but he was thicker than what was considered average and it was this thickness that was causing Elizabeth her problems. She'd never had a cock this size inside her before; ever!

With his hands firmly planted on her ass cheeks, Gary paused again. He had about half of his length buried in her pussy now. He withdrew slowly before easing back inside. He rocked his hips over and over as he tried to get more of her juices flowing, each time penetrating a little bit further.

Elizabeth was grunting with every slight thrust of his hips. She was nearly there. She could feel an orgasm coming already and she was amazed. It had been so long since she had orgasmed. Richard had rarely managed to get her to cum with his fingers let alone his cock.

But it was building. She realised that Gary was all the way inside her now. How had that happened? One minute she was in agony and now she was somewhere bordering on ecstasy.

Gary picked up the pace. He'd wanted to fuck her for some time and was determined therefore to make it last as long as he could. The problem though was the tightness of her pussy. She was squeezing him so hard he was sure he was going to blow before he got her off.

He grabbed hold of her hips and banged into her. Elizabeth responded for the first time as she thrust backwards to meet him.

Reaching under her body he pushed her tee shirt and bra out of the way. Her freed breasts dangled down and swung in time to match Gary's thrusts. He fondled them, plucking at her swollen nipples, twisting and pulling on them.

Elizabeth was completely gone now. The final assault on her nipples was the thing that tipped her over the edge.

She screamed as she orgasmed. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It pulsated within her, wave after wave crashing through her body. She twitched and twisted as she responded to the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through every fibre of her being.

It was too much for Gary to take. He bellowed as he came, spurting his seed deep into her pussy. She felt every pulse of his cock as it unloaded the white sticky gunge inside her.

She collapsed across the worktop, her legs seemingly incapable of holding her upright. Gary collapsed on top of her, panting for breath.

He pulled out, followed by globs of his cum which splattered onto the tile floor of the kitchen. More cum oozed down her thighs.

He turned her round slowly. She seemed reluctant to turn more quickly.

He looked into her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah fine," she replied in a flat voice. The shame of her actions was clearly evident. She quickly looked away.

"I'm going for a shower," she announced. She turned, pulling up her jeans as she did, then walked out of the kitchen and slowly climbed the stairs. Gary watched her every move. He wanted to say something, anything but couldn't think of a single word.

This was embarrassing for him now. Usually after fucking his selected victim he would just pull up his trousers and leave her to her own devices. But for some reason this felt different.

Okay he realised he was in her house, not in some back alleyway so it would be different. But there was something else and he didn't know what.

He came to a decision and he too walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs. 

As he approached the bathroom he could already hear the sound of the shower. He eased the door open and looked inside. He could see Elizabeth inside washing herself.

Stripping off his clothes he opened the shower door and stepped inside.

"What are you doing here," Elizabeth gasped.

"I need a shower too," he replied.

He reached for the shower gel and poured a large amount into his hand.

As Elizabeth watched, he quickly washed himself, making a big deal out of washing his cock. It was already coming back to life as he stroked it over and over in the pretence of cleaning it thoroughly.

He knew Elizabeth couldn't tear her eyes away from his cock, so he took some more shower gel and rubbed it over her body. She began to object until he squeezed her breasts together, his fingers flicking against her perfectly sized and formed nipples. He was amazed at how lovely her breasts were. They looked more like the breasts of a twenty year old not a woman in her late fifties.

"Gary...no...you shouldn't be doing...you shouldn't...you...ooohhh..." Elizabeth closed her eyes and sighed deeply, her mouth wide open. Gary was sucking on her nipples. He couldn't resist them, they had looked so succulent. She could already feel they were hard and erect. She leaned back against the shower cubicle wall and ran her hands through Gary's hair.

"Oooohhhh...mmmmm...that feels...so good..." she moaned as her body began to move.

"Oohh!" she gasped as she felt Gary push a finger inside her pussy, swiftly followed by another. His thumb was grinding against her clit as he rubbed it round in a circular motion.

"Oh my...oh no...oh no...Gary...Gary...no..." she groaned loudly as her passion grew once more.

Gary broke away from her nipples and stood upright to gaze upon her loveliness. She looked back at him through hooded eyes as her body began to twitch again. It was almost more than Gary could take. It turned him on to see her so aroused. He leant in and kissed her.

Elizabeth responded as she kissed him back hard, her passion unbridled. As they kissed Gary's hand continued to work at her pussy, cupping her mound as he drove his fingers relentlessly inside her, his thumb rubbing ceaselessly against her clit.

She came again, groaning and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her senses. She pulled Gary tighter to her as she clamped her thighs together, anything to stop his fingers continuing their administrations. She was so sensitive now she could barely stand it.

Gary helped her out of the shower and grabbing a towel dried her off before doing the same to himself.

Elizabeth looked down at his cock. It was still hard and erect and was sticking ramrod straight out from his body. There was no droop and this seemed to fascinate her.

Gary saw where she was looking and smiled.

He led her into her bedroom and to the bed that until today she had only ever shared with her husband. She climbed up and lay down on her back, her legs bent at the knee and spread wide. The inference was clear. Her new found desire for him was complete and she was his for the taking. Her pussy was his.

Gary climbed up after her and settled in between her thighs, bringing his erect cock immediately up to her engorged pussy lips.

As he eased inside for a second time Elizabeth moaned long and hard and closed her legs round his back.

"Ohhhh...fuck me Gary...fuck my married pussy...fuck me hard!" She moaned loudly again as he shoved his fat cock deep inside her, willingly complying with her request.

* * *

The following day, Elizabeth arose, put on her nightie and descended the stairs. Entering the kitchen she filled the kettle with water and switched it on. 

As she reached up to the cupboard for the coffee her breasts moved freely under her nightie. They felt abused and delicate. Her sore nipples tingled as they caught on the fabric and she realised they were still hard and erect. 

Moving back to make the coffee she could feel a chafing sensation between her thighs. She knew that her pussy lips were tender and swollen.

It was not surprising really. Gary had fucked her most of the day and then most of the night as well. It seemed that the dam was well and truly breached. All she could think about now was his cock and getting fucked.

She sensed movement behind her. An arm snaked round her waist and pulled her back.

"Gary...what are you doing..."

"Nothing..." he murmured as he nibbled at her ear. She arched her back as his hands closed round her large breasts. She could feel his erection pushing at her, seeking out her pussy.

She moved her legs and sighed. Her pussy lips were already slick from her juices. She let Gary dominate her as he fondled her breasts and plucked at her swollen nipples.

Taking hold of her arm he led her to the worktop. Lifting up her nightie she bent over for him and spread her legs. Gary wasted no time. Leaning in he eased his cock up in between her ass cheeks and slipped effortlessly inside her dripping wet hole.

"Ohhhh...fuck..." Elizabeth wiggled her hips trying hard to adapt and welcome his thickness. Her face was etched in pain. It should be getting easier she thought but it wasn't. Not at first.

Gary eased forward again, pushing as hard as he dared. He moaned too. He didn't think he would ever tire from watching his cock disappear in between her ass cheeks and into her welcoming pussy.

He reached forward to cup her dangling titties. He squeezed them as if trying to extract milk from a cow's udder. Elizabeth clearly liked this as she groaned louder. She took a tighter grip on the worktop, her knuckles turning white from the exertion.

He fucked her for five minutes, delighting in watching her ass cheeks shudder with each one of his thrusts. Elizabeth came twice. She wasn't sure if she could take much more of this, so she was relieved when Gary gave his usual trademark bellow to announce his explosion of cum.

She felt it spurt from his cock as it pulsed it's ejaculation deep inside her, flooding her once again.

Pulling out, he slapped her ass cheeks.

"Okay...what's for breakfast then?" he asked as he poured himself a coffee.

Elizabeth lay sprawled over the worktop still trying to get her breathing back under control as his cum oozed out of her pussy to trickle down between her thighs.

* * *

He stayed over at the house until Elizabeth's husband Richard returned from his business trip.

Somehow Gary managed to get the room renovation completed but it was a struggle. Trying to fit the work in whilst continually fucking a rampant Elizabeth nearly proved to be a bridge too far but he succeeded in the end.

When he left, Elizabeth was very satisfied with what he'd done and in more ways than one.

She knew she should feel remorse for her actions. After all, she had cheated on her husband. But although she did have the odd pang of regret she knew she still wanted...no...needed to be fucked by Gary and so must continue seeing him. Somehow she felt it completed her as a woman and she wanted that feeling to remain with her for as long as possible.

Her only problem now was where and how!



Elizabeth York Pt. 02



Removing his hands from her full breasts Elizabeth York eased away from her husband's embrace.

"I'm sorry Richard, I'm just not the slightest bit interested. I'm really tired and all I want to do is go to bed." She stifled yet another yawn before giving her husband a quick peck on the lips. "Good night darling and thank you for a lovely evening."

Richard made a grab for her arm but missed. "I want to go to bed too dear," he replied suggestively. "Come on, it's your birthday... and you look so good... and I just thought..."

"I'm sure you did Richard but as I say, I'm not the slightest bit interested in sex with you tonight," she interrupted. "Besides, we've not done it for years anyway, so why now?"

"I don't know," Richard replied with just a hint of exasperation, "you never seem interested and life is slipping us by..."

Elizabeth by now had reached the foot of the stairs. She turned back to look over her shoulder. "All the more reason. We're too old for all that nonsense. Besides, you can't do IT anyway." She turned back and climbed the stairs.

Richard watched her retreating back and sighed deeply. Her words whilst harsh were true. He couldn't get it up, no matter how hard he tried but his enjoyment would have been in getting her to an orgasm. He missed the intimacy of the close contact between them. Fondling her large breasts, sucking on her erect nipples and feeling them swell even more between his lips, squeezing her delightful ass, sliding his fingers in and out of her slick pussy, driving her on towards her eventual climax. And he knew he would have been successful tonight because of the amount of alcohol she'd consumed.

He'd really thought he was in with a chance. It was Elizabeth's fifty eighth birthday and to celebrate he'd treated her to a meal at the newly opened gastro pub just outside of town. It had been a wonderful evening. The drinks had flowed and the food had been superb. They'd laughed and joked and he'd complimented her all night about how good she looked.

Elizabeth though had made light of his compliments. It didn't matter what he said, she just brushed them off dismissively. To her she didn't look good. She wasn't sexy. Her hair and makeup was a mess. She was too fat and her outfit was boring. But none of this was true and certainly wasn't as far as he was concerned.

As Richard watched her disappear up the stairs he was still trying to come to terms with how she'd looked tonight and how much she had turned him on.

She'd worn a smart knitted green sweater that clung to her ample bosom together with a simple black skirt which moulded itself round her ass to highlight her remarkable heart shaped ass cheeks. The skirt was perhaps a trifle too short but showed off her legs to great effect, emphasised all the more by her 4" heel shoes and her sheer stockings.

To Richard she just looked fantastic especially when she sat down. Her skirt rode up to display a delightful amount of her shapely thighs and he'd smiled when he saw her more than once attempting unsuccessfully to pull her skirt down. 

But he couldn't believe how negative she had been. But then again it seemed over the course of the last few months she'd been pretty negative to anything he said to her or for that matter anything he did for her. It was almost like he didn't match up to what she wanted; whatever that was!

He sighed again and closed the kitchen door behind him. He turned and switched on the TV before walking over to the worktop to switch on the kettle to make himself a coffee. It would be a while before he went to bed now.

Whilst Richard moped about in the kitchen as he came to terms with an unsatisfactory end to his night, upstairs in the bedroom Elizabeth was busy removing her clothes and slipping on her nightie. She realised she'd probably been a little sharp with Richard especially with that last comment about him not being able to do IT but he'd hit a raw nerve.

And it was the raw nerve of guilt. The butterflies in her stomach began to flutter once more as her thoughts drifted back to earlier in the day, a day she'd had off work because it was her birthday and a day when Gary White had popped round to see her. 

Gary was a workmate of her sons' and was also around the same age as him. As she'd got to know him Elizabeth realised that she didn't really like him as a person and most certainly wasn't fond of him. For one thing he was a bit too cock sure about himself and seemed to have a bad attitude about most things. And just to make matters worse, for the past few months she'd been having an affair with him. Or more to the point he'd been fucking her.

It had all started when her son Brandon had called in to see her at work to borrow some money. Gary had come with him and he later told Brandon he thought his mum was hot and had a sexy body. A few days later and Brandon had blurted out this revelation to his mother thinking he was being amusing.

To Elizabeth it was ridiculous of course; a younger man saying things like that about an older woman, whatever next! But she found it perversely titillating and she was immensely flattered. She'd started to have stupid fantasies that maybe Gary fancied her. And that maybe he fancied her enough to even want to fuck her!

It was stupid of course but after that initial contact, Gary had come into her store to buy a few items for his house. It was then he'd put in motion his plan of seduction and she'd stupidly started to fall for his corny chat up lines. A few days later and he'd groped and kissed her at a Saturday night dance she'd gone to with her husband. 

After that, a few weeks passed by, before acting in desperation and having been told by Brandon that Gary used to be a builder, she had him come into her home to put right and complete some renovation work that Richard had made a mess of. 

She'd never intended to have sex with him but it had felt so naughty and erotic to have a young, virile man lusting over her, wanting her and desiring her that quite frankly it turned her head. And once he'd started mauling at her body she found she couldn't resist.

The sex itself was pure unbridled lust. There was no tenderness, no compassion, no lovemaking and no finesse. Gary didn't do finesse.

What it was, was hard fucking. Quick, energetic and to the point. And Elizabeth had loved it. The first time had been followed almost immediately by a second and then a third. Richard had been working away and Gary took full advantage of this opportunity and virtually moved in with Elizabeth before her husband returned.

They'd fucked so many times she'd lost count. Even after Richard's return the affair carried on. They met up from time to time when the opportunity arose, usually fucking in the back of Gary's van. It was dirty, lustful sex and Elizabeth eventually became grateful their sessions weren't as frequent. Not only was the van uncomfortable, she wasn't sure her pussy could take the amount of hammering Gary was giving it on a regular basis anyway.

It had been a few weeks since she'd last seen him so she was surprised when he'd rung to make sure she was going to be in today. His voice sounded different somehow. That's when the butterflies had started. 

When she confirmed she would be in he had told her to expect him in half an hour and then he asked her to dress appropriately. That's when the butterflies had got worse.

*

Elizabeth climbed into bed, slipping quickly under the covers. Her hands instinctively moved to her large breasts. She quivered as she felt a hot flush rush through her body as she recalled each luscious, delicious, erotic moment of Gary's visit. Her heart thumped in her chest as she plucked at her hard, erect nipples. Squeezing her breasts together she let her memories take over... 

*

When he eventually arrived she was waiting nervously for him in the kitchen. It was an appropriate location as this was where he had fucked her for the first time. She was dressed in a tight fitting skirt and top and specifically at his request was wearing no underwear except for stockings and suspenders together with 4" heel shoes.

As the kitchen door opened her heart began to pound loudly in her chest. He was here. Her stomach flipped over as he entered. She waited for him to speak but he just stood in the doorway and stared at her. For so long, she began to feel uncomfortable. 

She shifted the weight on her legs and felt the wetness already there between her thighs. She licked her lips feeling a sense of growing panic. 

He continued to stare, his eyes taking it all in as he scanned her body from head to toe. 

"Turn round Lizzie... slowly," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion.

Elizabeth swallowed hard as she began to turn slowly as requested. She could feel her face burning. 

Gary licked his lips as he reached to unzip his trousers. "Slower Lizzie," he rasped. 

Elizabeth's heart was now pounding even louder in her chest. She could scarcely breathe as she heard the sound of his zip being lowered.

Gary was loving what he was seeing. The curve of her calves accentuated by her 4" heels. The sheen and colour of her silky stockings. The swell of her magnificent ass, her superbly shaped cheeks clearly visible due to the tightness of her skirt. 

He could feel his cock throbbing and growing as the blood pulsated up into his shaft. Her ass truly was a work of art or indeed even an act of god. He knew he had to see his cock stuffed inside it. As far as he was concerned it would be the ultimate expression of his lust for her body and in particular, her wonderful ass.

She turned more. His heart began to thud harder as her large 38DD breasts swung into view, jutting boldly out of her chest. They were truly superb as well. He stroked his erect cock, which he had finally managed to release from his trousers after a brief struggle.

She finally came to halt in front of him. Her eyes looked down at his cock and she gulped. It somehow looked thicker and longer today. Maybe her memory was playing tricks on her. A shudder passed through her body.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was electric, the air thick with the aroma of lust. The only sound was the ticking of the kitchen clock on the wall. She was incredibly turned on and could feel her pussy lips were already slick. Sensing a sudden movement, she glanced up nervously, her stomach in knots as he pressed in closer to her. 

She gasped as he raised his hands and took a firm hold of her breasts and fondled them. Her nipples were already swollen and erect and clearly visible as they pressed through the fabric of her top. They felt so tender it was almost painful.

His urgent lips found hers and they kissed passionately. As he pushed at her lips with his tongue her mouth opened and he slipped it inside. Their tongues entwined as they kissed each other more forcefully, mashing their mouths together. Pulling her in closer his hands descended onto her ass cheeks and he ground his bulge into her mound. Her arms coiled tighter round his neck as she kissed him even harder.

Elizabeth made no attempt to stop him and he wasted no time in undressing her. He stripped away her top and as he did her heavy breasts fell into his welcoming hands. He sank his fingers into her flesh, luxuriating in the feel and size of her marvellous orbs. He fondled them, massaged and groped them, running his hand round and round their impressive shape. Her nipples were large and hard. Elizabeth's eyes were shut tight as Gary flicked at them. 

"Ohhhh..." she shuddered as he leaned in and took a rock hard nub into his mouth. He sucked on it loudly as his hand continued to work on her other breast. He swapped over again and again, his hands and lips a blur as he alternated between the two, licking and slurping, nibbling and biting, teasing at each one in equal measure.

Elizabeth could barely stand still. Her legs parted as her arousal grew and threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on. Her whole body was on fire. 

Her skirt was up and over her hips in an instant as once more his hands descended to fondle her ass cheeks.

He spun her round forcibly and bent her over at the waist. She automatically grabbed hold of the worktop. Even as she grasped hold of the edge he had moved behind her and was already rubbing the head of his hard cock in between her ass cheeks. She parted her legs to give him easier access. As her juices began to flow Gary eased his way inside. And then he fucked her. No messing about and still with no finesse.

Gary let her have it. Full length, deep thrusts, he revelled in watching his shaft disappearing between Elizabeth's luscious ass cheeks. And when he slowed down he could see his cock was slathered with her juices.

"Fuck yeah!" he moaned as he once more slammed his cock into her, driving it in as hard as he could.

Elizabeth juddered from the force of his actions. He'd never had much finesse but today he was unusually rampant and she wasn't sure if she could take much more. She screamed as her first orgasm swept through her body.

As Elizabeth came to terms with the aftershocks and waited for Gary to continue, much to her surprise he pulled free of her pussy and dragged her away from the worktop. 

"What are you doing..." she gasped. This wasn't like him at all.

"Come here..." he rasped as he grabbed her hand and led her over to the kitchen table. "Get up on here."

Clutching her skirt round her waist, Elizabeth clambered onto the top of the table.

"Lay back Lizzie."

Looking at him with a certain amount of trepidation she complied. This was definitely not like him!

As she lay back Gary took hold of her legs and opened them wide. His cock twitched towards her gaping, moist slit and slid effortlessly inside.

"Oooooohhh... fuuucccckkkkk..." Elizabeth groaned as she felt his thick cock stretch her again. 

He flexed his hips forward, driving in deep one more time, lifting her legs up to rest on his shoulders. As he pounded away he brought a finger up to her ass hole and pushed inside.

It barely registered with Elizabeth until it was too late. As she realised there was something there she was already enjoying the sensation. No-one had ever been in there before. She moaned as she felt a second finger join the first.

Gary knew she liked it by the way her hips jolted as he pushed inside. It was really turning her on as she writhed about under him. He continued to fuck her whilst keeping his finger working away.

Her chest heaving, her second orgasm hit her hard. With his cock pounding her pussy and with two digits inside her ass, it was too much to stand when he pushed his thumb over her clit. She howled from the suddenness of his action as he manipulated her clit rubbing ceaselessly round and round until she exploded inside, swamped with wave after wave of pleasure.

She was still recovering when Gary surprised her again. This was not like him at all. Again he pulled free, her pussy giving up his thick shaft reluctantly. With a tenderness rarely seen, he lifted her down off the table and turning her round made her bend over at the waist. She gripped the edge of the table. She knew what was coming.

"Spread your legs wider Lizzie and move back towards me a bit more."

She shuffled her feet apart causing her back to arch and pushing her ass further up into the air. Gary looked down at her superb ass once more. He sighed inwardly. God her ass is sublime he thought as he licked his lips in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

"Bend over lower Lizzie," he commanded. He smiled as she bent lower and lower for him.

He brought his cock up to her ass and rubbed the head around her pussy coating it with her free flowing juices.

He pushed at her ass hole.

"What the fuck..." Elizabeth shrieked and jolted upright. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Gary pushed her back down roughly. "Stay down... you're going to like this..."

He pushed at her ass hole again and was relieved when the head breached her entrance.

"Holy fuuuuucckk..." Elizabeth pulled her stomach muscles in tightly as the pain rippled through her lower regions. "Shittttt... that hurts..."

Gary smiled. He was loving it. Watching his cock disappear into her pussy through her delicious ass cheeks had been one thing but to enter her ass through them was altogether far better...

"Oh fuckkk Lizzie... that feels so good..."

He pushed through again sinking more of his thickness deeper inside, his hands grasping and pulling at her wonderful ass cheeks spreading them so he could see what he was doing.

He drew back slightly before moving forward again. This time it was a little easier. Elizabeth was moaning incoherently but he didn't care. She would either get used to it and like it or she wouldn't. It was her choice or her hard luck. And if she didn't like it... well, so what!

He pulled back again then forward, this time sinking back in a little quicker. He repeated, all the time picking up the pace until he was driving his cock home all the way with every thrust of his hips.

It seemed that Elizabeth too had come to terms with giving up her anal cherry and was now moaning and groaning in time to his thrusts.

Ten minutes later, five minutes longer than their usual sessions and Elizabeth was grunting loudly as she came to her third and biggest orgasm. This was one more than was customary and was the most intense she had ever experienced. Seconds after, Gary gave his trademark bellow as he also came, sending his white sperm laden gunk cascading deep inside her ass.

"Happy birthday Lizzie," he said as he pulled free. He gave her a slap on the ass cheek. 

Elizabeth was still sprawled over the kitchen worktop, unable to move. It always took her a little while to come down from her orgasmic high. This time though, it was taking longer.

She heard Gary zip up his jeans. "Right, I'm outta here. I'll not be around much from now on as I'm working away most of the time but I'll look you up when I get back. Okay? Anyway... it's been fun. See ya."

And with that he was gone. 



* * *

It took Elizabeth a few weeks to come down from the sexual highs of her illicit affair. She imagined that perhaps this was how a drug user felt when they went cold turkey attempting to come off the drug that had a hold of them.

Because that's how it felt to her. At first she missed the raw animalistic sex with Gary and it took her a while to get over it. But get over it she did and she eventually returned to her pre Gary days with comparative ease.

She refocused on her work and her home life with Richard resumed it's pleasant, comfortable, boring path of unspectacular drudgery and familiarity.



* * *

Work for Elizabeth was a joy. Employed by a large multi-national company, her particular role and responsibility was the garden centre. Even from an early age she'd always loved gardening but it wasn't until she got her own house that her passion for it grew. She now spent as much time in her garden as she could taking great delight and satisfaction from watching things grow. So for her to land this job was a dream come true.

After the fling with Gary she threw herself into her work with renewed vigour, even taking on more hours and doing everything she could as she strived to eradicate the memory of her infidelity. 

It was around this time that her store was approached by Shane Neville a local landscape gardener. He was entering the small garden design contest at a national gardening show and had come into the store looking for sponsorship in the form of free goods and services.

Belinda, the manageress of the store had been delighted to help as she felt it would give their company great media coverage. Head office agreed with her and gave their blessing to allow her to provide Shane with whatever he wanted. After meeting and discussing his initial requirements Belinda quickly passed him over to Elizabeth.




Elizabeth York Pt. 02



On her first meeting with Shane, Elizabeth thought he was a bit rough and ready and probably carrying a few pounds too many. But he was young and had a presence about him that some women would find attractive. This certainly was the case with Belinda and several of Elizabeth's female work colleagues.

Elizabeth however wasn't the slightest bit interested in him. She was ribbed endlessly by the other girls that she must fancy him especially as he seemed to spend a lot of time in the store with her and if he wasn't coming in then he was constantly texting or emailing her.

Elizabeth got fed up in the end of telling them he wasn't her type and it was actually Belinda the manageress who seemingly fancied him. But the staff didn't want to let the truth get in the way of a good laugh so kept up with the pretence.

Richard also got on on the act. He'd found Shane's mobile number on his wife's phone along with a number of text messages. He knew there was nothing in it but ribbed her about it as well.

"Go on then, ask your mother about Shane the gardener," Richard smiled broadly, addressing their son Brandon who had popped in to see them. Elizabeth had already slipped him the thirty pounds he wanted to borrow without Richard seeing it.

"Who's that mum?" Brandon asked. 

Elizabeth sighed. "It's nothing. He's a gardener that the store are supporting at the national garden show. We're giving him some display stuff to furnish the summer house that he's putting in his show garden."

"Yeah but that's not all is it Elizabeth?" Richard said with a grin. "Your mum FANCIES him!" 

"I do not!" Elizabeth asserted. "Don't listen to your father, he's just being stupid as usual," she said to her son as he looked at her quizzically.

"Yep, hot on the heels of being told she was hot and sexy by your work mate Gary, she's now found a toy boy she fancies!" Richard said with a laugh.

Elizabeth could feel herself flush with embarrassment at the mention of Gary's name as the memories of them together came flooding back. She pushed them back forcibly.

"Don't be ridiculous Richard, he's young enough to be my son. And I've told you; I do not fancy him. If anyone does it's Belinda." She sighed deeply.

"Methinks she protesteth too much!" Richard said with a broad grin on his face as he misquoted William Shakespeare. "What do you think son?"

Brandon smiled back and nodded his agreement. "Yeah you're probably right dad!"

Elizabeth shot him a look. A look that said if he continued to agree with his father and didn't back off there was going to be no more money coming his way.

"Anyway, got to go now," Brandon said hastily. "See you both soon."

As she watched her son leave, Elizabeth turned to her husband. "You know what Richard; you really are a prick at times!"

Richard looked at his wife and burst out laughing. "Oh come on Lizzie, it's only a bit of fun!"

Elizabeth glowered at him before realising that perhaps she was over reacting just a bit. She swallowed as her guilty conscience surfaced, threatening to overwhelm her.

* * *

Shane Neville of course found out what the staff were saying about him and Elizabeth but made light of it. To him it was just light hearted banter. 

He liked Elizabeth. She was extremely professional but had an easy way of dealing with her work. She never seemed to get flustered and he admired her for it. He could see why she had made the gardening section so successful.

And for an older woman she wasn't in bad shape. He was a man and so wasn't immune to how she looked. Compared to his wife, Elizabeth's body still had all the right curves in all the right places. Especially her ass. He'd never seen an ass looking that good before on an older woman. In fact he was hard pressed to think if he'd ever seen a better one on a younger woman. It was an exquisite shape and nicely filled out her work trousers.

Her breasts weren't far behind either. They also looked in good shape. Firm and big they jutted out from her chest with barely a hint of sag.

But overall even though she looked pretty good he wasn't really interested in her. He'd got his eye on Elizabeth's young assistant, Kirsty. With long, honey blonde hair framing a pixie face she was a tall, willowy girl with a heartbreaking smile. 

Shane flirted with her at every opportunity, much to Elizabeth's amusement. She knew Shane was never going to get Kirsty no matter how hard he tried. She was in a deeply committed relationship, head over heels in love and was already living with her boyfriend in a house they'd just bought together.

* * *

"Right that's the last of it." Richard slid shut the side loading door of the van. He was at Elizabeth's work helping load all the items needed to dress Shane's summer house at the garden show.

"Okay then," Elizabeth said. Are you ready Kirsty? It's time we were going."

"Yep, I'm ready to go," Kirsty replied enthusiastically as she clambered into the passenger seat of the van.

"Okay," Elizabeth said. She turned to her husband. "Thanks for your help Richard and I'll see you in a couple of days time." She leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips before climbing into the driver's seat of the van.

She wound down the window as she started the engine. Engaging first gear she pulled away. "See you," she shouted as she waved out the window.

It was two days before the opening of the garden show. Shane Neville was already there and had been for a couple of days as he got his garden design underway with the hard landscaping. The summer house had also been delivered and installed and was now ready for it's painting and dressing. 

This was where Elizabeth and Kirsty were now heading. Belinda, their manageress had agreed to let them go and help out for a couple of days and head office had approved the expense.

It took Elizabeth and Kirsty a while to find their way to where the show gardens were being built. The site of the show was a sprawling complex of large halls and small concessionary stands all contained within large grounds.

The morning of the first day passed in a blur. Elizabeth and Kirsty set to and had the first coats of paint on the summer house before lunch. Shane had flirted endlessly with Kirsty but as Elizabeth had known she would, she brushed him off with ease.

What did surprise her however was that Shane then turned his attentions on her.

Kirsty found this hilarious. "We said you fancied him," she teased Elizabeth.

"I do not fancy him," she asserted in reply.

"Doesn't look like it to me," Kirsty said with a smile, "you know you love it really!"

Elizabeth shook her head. It was no use. For the girls at work fancy had the same meaning as wanting to be fucked. It seemed nothing she said was going to convince Kirsty or anyone else for that matter that she didn't fancy Shane as she so crudely had put it. 

"Get on with your work," Elizabeth scolded Kirsty, "We've a lot to do."

Kirsty laughed as she turned back to her painting and Elizabeth couldn't help but smile.

Around midday, Shane's assistant Phil along with Kirsty volunteered to go fetch lunch. As they wandered off to find the food stalls Shane turned his attention to the summer house. He'd been so busy he'd not had chance to check on how Elizabeth and Kirsty had been getting on.

As he walked inside he was met by the fine sight of Elizabeth on her knees with her perfectly heart shaped ass sticking up in the air at him. She was paying particular attention to a tricky bit of painting and was oblivious to his arrival.

He paused at the doorway taking in the sight of her ass as she moved about a bit. It almost seemed like she was wiggling it at him on purpose. He felt a little jolt as his cock twitched. Now that was a surprise.

She must have sensed he was there as Elizabeth turned to look over her shoulder at him. She saw where he was looking.

"Enjoying the view are we then Shane?" she smiled.

"Yes... err... I mean no... I mean..." Shane coughed to clear his throat. "How you getting on?" 

He crouched down next to her. She carried on painting revelling in his embarrassment.

"Just got this bit to finish off and then we're about done for today. It all needs to dry properly before we put a last coat of paint on later this afternoon and then we'll be ready to dress it tomorrow." She looked sideways at Shane. He was looking at her ass again.

She sighed inwardly. "Shane, are you listening?"

"What... err... yes of course," he replied shaking his head. "I... I..."

He didn't know what else to say. A warm fuzzy feeling was growing inside of him. Elizabeth smelt so good. He'd never noticed her perfume before but it smelt divine now. And her ass! He puffed out his cheeks. It looked so firm, so shapely, so inviting, so...

"SHANE!" 

Elizabeth shrieked. It was then he realised his hand was fondling and squeezing Elizabeth's ass cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he blubbered, quickly pulling his hand away. "I... I didn't realise what I... I...was..."

"Okay, okay, relax," Elizabeth interrupted, "there's no harm done."

They both stood up and she turned to face him expecting him to move away. But he didn't. He was too close and to make matters worse he was clearly staring at her breasts.

Shane's heart was thudding loudly in his chest as he reached out a hand and placed it on one of her breasts. He couldn't help himself. One minute he was looking and next minute his hand was moving. It was as if he was just an observer, watching someone else do it.

Elizabeth gasped in shock. She had not expected this at all. She couldn't believe what was happening as he fondled her boob, squeezing it gently. 

"Shane, what are you doing?" she said as she made no attempt to remove his hand.

His other hand moved up to cup her other breast. He pushed them together and sighed. She could feel her nipples respond to his touch. And so could Shane.

As he felt her nipples swell so his excitement grew. He began to massage her breasts with more purpose, squeezing harder, pulling at them, fondling them, feeling their shape as they moved about inside her bra.

Elizabeth was being bodily moved by Shane's manipulation of her breasts. But she didn't seem to care. It was if she had switched off and was happy to let what was happening, happen.

Shane could feel his cock throbbing. He was so aroused he could barely stand it. He had no idea what had come over him. But he knew one thing. He wanted Elizabeth York. 

His mouth met hers. They kissed deeply, hurriedly, their lips mashing together with fire and ferocity. Tongues found each other and as they engaged so their kisses grew ever more frenzied.

He pulled at her breasts, his hands barely able to grab all of her flesh. Her nipples were hard and erect and Elizabeth could feel a wet patch between her legs. A hand came down between her thighs and she automatically shifted her feet to allow it access. 

As Shane rubbed into the vee at the top of her legs she opened them wider and moaned as he pushed his hand hard into her mound.

Her arms snaked round his neck as she kissed him harder, hanging onto him as he rubbed at her mound harder and harder. She could feel her legs beginning to buckle...

The slam of a car door brought them both to their senses.

"Shane... Shane... are you there?" They both heard the voice cry out.

They separated in an instant.

"Shit... it's my wife," Shane hissed. "What the fuck's she doing here?" He looked around, flustered.

Elizabeth quickly managed to rearrange her breasts inside her bra and smooth down her top. She bent down to look as if she was painting.

"In here dear," Shane shouted out. He looked down at Elizabeth. She was back on her knees and her ass was once more sticking up in the air.

He sighed, at the same time willing his erection to subside.

"Ah... there you are," Shane's wife came into the summer house. She leant up and kissed him. "Did you miss me darling?"

"Of course I did," Shane replied, smiling nervously.

"Well this is looking nice," Shane's wife said as she turned full circle inside the summer house, totally ignoring Elizabeth.

"So, what are you doing here," Shane asked his wife. She didn't normally visit while he was constructing the show garden, she came when it was all finished. He knew she didn't want to get roped into doing any work.

"Well I can't come later," she answered, "Mother has double booked me. She wants to go see grandma and you know I can't NOT go!"

Shane nodded his head in agreement. He knew his wife was only going to safeguard her potential inheritance. Grandma had a tidy sum of money tucked away and some day her family were going to reap the benefit of her shrewdness.

She wandered outside and Shane followed. Elizabeth was relieved. She now had a chance to get herself sorted out both physically and mentally. The physical side was easy. She'd already adjusted her clothing but the mental side...

Just what the hell was all that about? It had come out of nowhere. She had no idea that Shane had held the slightest lustful thoughts about her and she certainly had held none for him. So why had she responded to him like she had?

She looked down at her painting. She had painted over the same bit of wood for several minutes and paint was now dripping onto the floor.

"Blast," she said out loud. She reached for a piece of rag to mop it up.

"Here you go, here's your sandwich." The cheery voice of Kirsty rang out as she arrived back with lunch.

She watched with amusement as Elizabeth mopped up her spill. "Make a mistake did we?" she asked innocently with a smirk on her face.

"Ha ha very funny," Elizabeth replied as she stood up. She took her sandwich from Kirsty and unwrapped it.

"Who's that with Shane?" Kirsty asked looking outside as she took a bite out of her sandwich.

"Apparently it's his wife, not that she deigned to speak to me," Elizabeth replied.

Kirsty crinkled up her nose. "She's a bit on the plump side isn't she... and not that good looking either."

"Kirsty!" Elizabeth cried out in mock outrage, "you can't say that. It's rude."

"Well she is; she's a minger!" Kirsty laughed at her own joke and Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh too.

* * *

The rest of the preparation for the show passed off without further incident. Much to Elizabeth's relief Shane's wife hung around, which prevented any potential further contact between her and Shane and for that she was grateful.

A few days later and safely back at the store, Belinda gave Elizabeth the news that Shane's show garden had been awarded a silver gilt medal. Not what he wanted because of course he had been after the top accolade of gold. 

Elizabeth texted her congratulations to Shane and then forgot about her brief interlude with him.

* * *

When Elizabeth and Shane had first met to discuss his requirements for the show garden he'd got her to 'friend' him on a social media site. Through this he was able to keep her updated on all aspects of the show garden, initially uploading the artists impressions of the finished exhibit and in particular for Elizabeth, the summer house. He also posted pictures of the progress made in the hard landscaping right up until her departure day. It had proved to be an invaluable tool.

However since then she was still getting to see whatever he posted. It wasn't as if he posted very often but when he did it unfortunately only served to bring back the memory of what had occurred between them. As time passed by though so the memories grew fainter. Eventually in her mind all that had happened was they had kissed briefly.

It was now several months later and Elizabeth had pretty much pushed the incident to the back of her mind. She was enjoying a couple of days off work when she received a phone call from her best friend Sally. 

Sally was always coming up with great ideas of where they should go and what they should do and today she'd had another brilliant idea. One she was keen to share.

"I've had a thought," she said to Elizabeth. "I know it was ages ago but we never really did anything special for your birthday and me and Julie were talking about it and we've come up with an idea, which we're sure you'll like."

"Oh yes," Elizabeth replied with a touch of scepticism in her voice. She feared the worst. Sally was always coming up with some harebrained scheme or other.

"Yes, we have," Sally replied firmly. "Don't knock it until I've told you what it is."

"Okay, okay," Elizabeth replied with a smile. She could almost see the frustrated look on her best friend's face. She knew she shouldn't be winding her up but there were times when she just couldn't help herself.

"How about the three of us go to the Northern Garden Show!" she exclaimed excitedly. She paused for dramatic effect before forging on.

"It's in two weeks time. I've checked on the internet for the price of tickets and although it's a bit pricey I thought maybe you could tap up that gardener friend of yours to see if he could get us cheaper tickets, you know, seeing as how you fancy him and all that!"

"I do not fancy him! How many times do I have to tell everyone," Elizabeth vented with a hint of frustration in her voice. She sighed loudly before she realised that Sally was laughing at her down the phone.

"Oh very funny, I don't think," she said in mock outrage.

"Oh I wish I could see the look on your face right now," Sally replied, still laughing.

Elizabeth sighed again. "So what's the rest of your idea then," she asked.

"Well; Julie thought we could stop overnight at a nearby hotel. What do you think?" Sally paused.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Elizabeth replied. "I wouldn't want to drive there and back in one day."

"Oh no, Sally interjected, "we're not driving there. We thought we could go up by bus or by train. That way none of us will have to drive so we can get some serious drinking done."

Elizabeth smiled to herself. Whenever Sally and her sister Julie went anywhere for a day out it invariably included drinking alcohol and usually a lot of it.

"So what do you think?" Sally asked hopefully.

"Sounds okay to me," Elizabeth answered.

"Great. So I'll organise the transport and you can sort out the tickets." Sally was good at organising things but was always impatient to get it done straight away.

"How soon can you get hold of your boyfriend then," she asked.

Elizabeth bit her tongue. She knew Sally was smiling, hoping for another reaction to her jibe but she wasn't going to fall for that one again. "I'll text him now," she said, " and I'll let you know as soon as he replies."

"Brilliant, right got to go. Things to do. Speak to you soon," Sally hung up before Elizabeth had chance to say goodbye. But it was usually like that. Sally could be extremely abrupt at times.

Elizabeth wasted no time in texting Shane. If she didn't do it now Sally would somehow know and would be ringing to chivvy her along. It was almost as if she had a sixth sense.

* * *

The day of the girls outing had arrived. Sally as usual had been meticulous in her planning. She had organised and paid for the bus tickets and Julie had booked the hotel. Not to be outdone, Elizabeth had come up trumps with the show tickets. Shane had not only provided them for free, he had also got her executive passes, which would enable the girls to move freely about the site, gaining entry to every single event and display including venues not open to the general public. It also included access to the after show party held for the exhibitors, sponsors and celebrity guests.

Sally and Julie had been most impressed and ribbed her that Shane must indeed fancy her to give her such great tickets.

Elizabeth ignored them both, refusing to rise to the bait.

There was one pick up point locally for the bus. Elizabeth had arrived early and had already taken her seat. As she scanned the other passengers she noted that her fellow travellers were mostly dressed in casual clothing, which put them at odds with her attire.




Elizabeth York Pt. 02



Sally had insisted that they push the boat out for this trip and had suggested that they all wear new dresses. As their upgraded tickets gave them entry to the after show party her plan was that they dress appropriately for the garden show with more than an eye on the evening do. Her only concession was to allow Julie and Elizabeth to take a pair of shoes with a smaller heel for walking round the show.

Elizabeth looked down at her dress. It was a floral patterned body-con dress that clung to her ass and hips and breasts. Lengthwise it came to just below her knees. It was a tight fit and especially narrow at the hemline which made walking a challenge, her hips swaying more to compensate. She was starting to think she'd made a mistake but it was too late to change now.

She looked at her watch and sighed. Sally was late as per usual. She loved her friend dearly but her time keeping left a lot to be desired. And if there was one thing guaranteed to piss Elizabeth off it was tardiness.

It was no good, she would have to ring her. She sighed again as she reached for her large handbag. As she picked it up she heard the clinking sound of glass on glass.

That would be her small bottle of vodka banging against her bottle of tonic water. Normally she would have put them into plastic containers but unfortunately today she'd run out of time. She would have to remember to be careful, it wouldn't do to break them. The plan as always had been to meet on the bus and start drinking as soon as they got underway. Each of them would have a small bottle of something secreted inside their bags.

She rooted around until she found her mobile phone but just as she got hold of it, it started to ring.

It was Sally.

"Where are you," Elizabeth blurted out. "We're nearly ready to go. In fact the driver just started the engine. Where are you?"

"I'm sorry... not... to... it." Sally's voice was faint.

Elizabeth couldn't make any sense of her friend's call.

"Sally, can you hear me, you're breaking up, I can't hear you properly. Can you repeat?" she replied.

"Hello... can you... me? Sally tried again. "Elizabeth... you... me now?"

"Yes I think so. I think it's clearer. Where are you?" Elizabeth tried again.

"I'm sorry... not going... make it," Sally's signal continued to break up. "Had to take... to hospital. She's okay... got... broken leg. But now it... I have... my arm."

"Oh my god," Elizabeth said. "What happened. I'll come up to the hospital now then..."

"No... no... do that," Sally replied, "you go... enjoy yourself... be alright..."

Elizabeth's phone buzzed to tell her that the call had been disconnected, the weak signal finally lost.

She looked at her phone and shook her head and then realised that the bus had already started moving. There was no way she could get up to the hospital now. She settled back into her seat and sent Sally a text. If she couldn't get to speak to her at least she might be able to get some more information by text.

By the time she arrived at the show ground she had received a reply from Julie. Sally couldn't text her back as she was having a support cast fitted to her suspected broken arm. Julie had already had her broken leg set.

It appeared that on their way to buy their booze for the bus trip they had both been hit by a speeding car on a pedestrian crossing. She ended the text by hoping Elizabeth enjoyed her day out, even if she was going to be on her own.

As she stepped off the bus, Elizabeth was re-reading Julie's text message and so wasn't looking where she was going. The next thing she knew she lurched forward as one of her sensible shoes with the one and a half inch heel caught in a grate.

Elizabeth immediately heard the snap and knew instantly what it was. She managed to prevent herself from falling but as she planted her feet down on the ground, her stance was definitely uneven. She looked down at her shoes. One of them was minus its heel.

"Shit..." she muttered to herself as she hopped over to a nearby seat.

She sat down and surveyed the damage. The heel was completely broken off. It was unsalvageable. 

Now what, she thought. She looked into her large bag. She could see them there, looking back at her. She didn't want to but she had no choice.

She reached inside and pulled out her 4" heel stilettos she'd brought with her for tonight's party. As she slipped them on she wondered if she would be able to stand by the end of the day let alone walk.

Resisting the urge to have an early vodka and tonic to calm her nerves she set off. Her first port of call was a cafe. She was in dire need of a caffeine fix.

It was around lunchtime when she reached Shane Neville's show garden. She'd taken her time in walking round the various displays making regular stops to rest her feet. So she was in surprisingly good shape as she entered his garden.

She spotted Shane on the far side of his garden talking to a couple. She was sure she saw his face light up as soon as he turned and saw her.

And it had. As Shane turned, his eyes quickly scanned her body from head to toe. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She looked sensational.

He was sure that not many women could have pulled off her look. Her dress was hugging her body in all the right places and her high heels? He just couldn't believe anyone would or could spend a day walking round a garden show in stilettos that high!

"Hi Shane," Elizabeth called out as she approached him. "How's the show going? The garden looks spectacular. You've done a brilliant job."

"Hi Elizabeth, glad you could make it and I'm pleased you like it." he replied. 

"You look good today, very sexy," he added with a smirk. He looked around. "Where's your friends? I thought there was three of you coming today?"

Elizabeth sighed glumly. "It's a long story but they've both been in an accident and by the time I found out the bus had already set off. So I've ended up here on my own. It's not ideal but..." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh that's too bad," Shane replied. "But maybe not... I take it you're coming to the after show party judging by the way you're dressed?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"Well, obviously so am I, so you can come with me." Shane smiled.

"Won't your wife object? I'm sure she won't want me tagging along with you both." Elizabeth said.

"No problem," Shane replied with a grin, "She's not here. I'm on my own. She's off gadding about with her mother and grandma in Majorca for a week."

"Lucky them," Elizabeth replied. Her stomach grumbled reminding her that it was lunchtime. 

"Right I'm going to get something to eat," she said, I'll see you later then."

"Okay, if you come back here around five, we can go get a drink before the meal. Okay?" 

"Okay, see you later," Elizabeth replied as turned to set off in search of the nearest food concessionary.

"Elizabeth." Shane's voice rang out. She turned as he hurried up to her. "You do realise that your executive passes get you into the restaurant don't you?"

"Do they... I had no idea," she replied. "But I can't afford to eat in there, it'll be too expensive."

"Didn't you read the information pack I sent you?" Shane asked with just a hint of exasperation.

"Well I sort of flicked through it when it came but..." 

"You really are hopeless," Shane laughed. "Lunch in the restaurant is free for executive ticket holders."

"That means you Elizabeth," he added as he saw the look of uncertainty etched on her face.

"So off you go, enjoy and I'll see you later." Shane shooed her away.

Elizabeth smiled. She was having a hard time remembering who was the older of the two of them. He was treating her like a little girl and what was more; she liked it!

* * *

Shane looked round the crowded bar. There were lots of pretty women there, all vying to be seen, talking or laughing too loud, trying too hard. But in his opinion none of them could hold a candle to Elizabeth.

She'd obviously freshened herself up before meeting him. For one thing she smelt divine, her perfume was intoxicating. She'd reapplied her makeup as well, not that she needed much. Her full lips were a deep red colour and at the moment were wrapped round the edge of a glass as she drank her vodka and tonic. He felt a surge of lust as she lowered her glass and licked her lips. How he'd like to have those lips on his cock!

His eyes once more roved over her body. He shook his head. Her body, especially in her dress looked simply sublime. He'd always had a thing about older women. They appeared classier somehow, more worldly wise rather then the brashness of today's modern young girls.

And this was certainly true of Elizabeth. He took in the swell of her large breasts. He had no trouble in recalling his memory of having them in his grasp and knew he wanted to feel their size and shape again. His eyes dropped lower. The shape of her hips and thighs was unbelievable, the dress holding them in such a way serving to accentuate the hourglass shape.

And her ass. Spectacular was the only word he could come up with. Her heart shaped ass cheeks were perfection personified. He'd never seen an ass look like this and again the dress only served to accentuate the look.

"Well Shane congratulations again," Elizabeth's words broke into Shane's thoughts. She was holding her glass up in a toast.

"To you and all your hard work." she added.

Shane brought up his glass and they clinked together.

"Thanks to you Elizabeth. Don't forget without your company helping out I couldn't have managed." Shane said. Although Elizabeth hadn't worked on this show garden her firm had still provided goods for Shane.

"So how does it feel then, to get the gold medal award. Are you pleased?" Elizabeth asked. She took a sip from her drink.

"Of course I am. It could make a real difference to my business as well though that's not the reason I enter these shows." Shane replied.

Elizabeth cocked her head to one side. "It's not?" she said. "So why do you do it. You're tying yourself up for weeks and whilst you're doing that surely you're not earning any money."

"True but I really get a kick out of it. Besides I earn enough to be able to take a few times out during the year to do these. And now I've won a gold medal people will see this design and want it installing in their garden. I've already got thirty seven leads from today alone that I've got to go see. It could be a good money maker." He grinned at Elizabeth.

"Anyway, drink up and I'll get us a bottle of champagne. We need to celebrate in style." Shane moved across to the bar to catch the attention of the bar staff.

* * *

The party was a blast. Elizabeth was hard pressed to remember a meal as good as the one that was served. As far as catering to the masses was concerned, the chef and his hard working staff had it all sorted.

As the evening wound down Elizabeth's head had a pleasant buzz going on. She'd not drunk excessively but she had mixed her drinks. Lager, vodka, champagne and white wine was probably not a good mix but so far she was still feeling okay. She knew she was drunk but not too much that she couldn't function properly. 

Shane knew Elizabeth was much worser for wear than she realised. He knew this because at various times during the last half an hour or so, he'd had his hand squeezing her ass cheeks when they were stood up and his hand up her thigh when they were sitting down.

Elizabeth had not seemed to notice and if she had she was not raising any objections. As he led her out of the hall where the party had been held he put his arm round her waist and pulled her close to him. 

She didn't seem to mind this either so he allowed his hand to drop down onto her ass cheeks. He ran it round them, delighting in their movement as she walked.

Elizabeth tottered along. It felt good to be supported by a strong young man. She had a vague thought that his hand was on her ass but it felt kind of nice so she let it stay there.

They were both staying at the same hotel and as luck would have it their rooms were on the same floor. As they exited the lift, Elizabeth stumbled.

"Ooops..." she giggled before she turned right to go to her room. Shane had turned left. He stopped when he realised she was going off to her room; alone. That wasn't what he wanted, wasn't what he wanted at all.

He turned to watch her walking away. His stomach turned over as he saw her ass cheeks moving up and down, the sensuous curve of her calves looking all the better due to her high heel stiletto shoes. He exhaled loudly and swallowed. It was no good. He had to have her. He set off after her.

By the time he caught up she was already at her door, struggling with the key card.

"Dammit," she cursed, "I can never get these bloody things to work properly."

"Here let me," Shane was there and took the card from her. He turned it round the right way and slid it into the slot. The light turned green and the door clicked open.

She turned to face him, looking up into his face. "Thank you kind sir," she breathed huskily.

That was enough for Shane. As she spoke he couldn't take his eyes off her succulent lips. He saw every movement on them as she formed and then spoke her words.

He grabbed her round the waist and pulled her to him. His hungry lips found hers and they kissed. Elizabeth returned his kiss with equal passion.

They tumbled into her room their arms and legs locked together as they mauled at each other. Their combined passion was now unbridled lust. She draped her leg round his as they fell onto her bed.

Shane propped himself up on one elbow as they broke their kiss. Elizabeth lay on her back looking up at him with hooded eyes, her lips were parted in anticipation.

"God Elizabeth, I want you so bad," Shane's voice rasped. She smiled in reply.

He traced a hand round her large breast before taking hold and squeezing it gently. Elizabeth responded immediately with a moan as she sucked in air between her teeth.

"Oh Shane, we shouldn't be doing..." her voice tailed of as Shane took hold of her other breast and squeezed them together.

He moved back over her and kissed her welcoming lips.

"Oh Shane... no... we...." Elizabeth broke free of his embrace for a second. But he was persistent. He kissed her again pushing at her lips with his tongue. Her mouth opened to allow entry, her tongue already moving to meet it.

They kissed hard, their mouths mashing together as her passion grew. Shane continued his assault on her large breasts, groping and fondling and massaging them.

"Oh fuuuuucckk..." she groaned. Her legs opened as wide as her dress would allow. She could feel moisture between her thighs already.

Shane clambered off the bed before turning and pulling Elizabeth off to join him. She staggered slightly as they faced each other, due in part to the effects of the alcohol. Shane looked into her eyes as he reached behind her and lowered the zip on her dress. He slid it off her shoulders and pulled it down. It was a struggle to get it over her hips but easier down her thighs. She stepped out of it. He looked at her breasts. Her bra was clearly struggling to contain them judging by the amount of flesh that was on view. He traced his fingers over the top of her lacy bra before pressing into them. They wobbled in response.

"Fuck, your tits are amazing," he breathed as he continued to press into them. Elizabeth smiled back as she reached out a hand and pressed it into his crotch area. She felt a satisfying bulge.

"Who's a big boy then," she teased playfully. This wasn't like her at all, normally she was very reserved. But then drink will do that to you and she'd had a lot today...

"Does it want to come out to play?" she teased some more.

"Oh fuuuuucckk..." Shane groaned as she continued to rub his bulge.

He felt her fingers at his zipper. She fumbled momentarily before lowering it. Her hand slipped inside. Shane helped her by unfastening his belt. He tried to push his trousers lower but Elizabeth took over. He stepped out of them and watched as Elizabeth threw them across the room.

She crouched down and turned her attention back to his crotch area. He was wearing briefs and they were bulging. She reached up and pulled them down. His freed cock swung instantly up into her face almost hitting her mouth as if it instinctively knew where it wanted to go.

Elizabeth took it in her hand and looked it over. She wasn't an expert in cocks. She was far from experienced when it came to them. Apart from her husband she'd only had sex with three other men. Her first time was before she met Richard. The second time had been a drunken mistake when she was engaged to Richard. And the third and most impressive had been with Gary when she was married to Richard.

Shane's cock seemed impressive too. It was fairly long and fairly thick and it curved upwards like a banana. She'd not seen or thought a cock could be like that. The other thing that seemed different was the head. It was similar to the bulbous shaped head of a mushroom. And it was quite distinct.

She could see pre cum dribbling from the end. She opened her mouth.

Shane looked down and held his breath. As his cock slipped between her red lips he clenched in his stomach muscles. He was sure he was going to explode on the spot. The sensation was unreal.

Elizabeth was no cock sucking expert, in fact she'd only done it a handful of times but she knew enough basics to make a good fist of it. And clearly Shane was enjoying it judging by the way his face was all screwed up.

She took him in deeper, swirling her tongue round the head, her hand stroking up and down his throbbing shaft. She was amazed as she could feel it growing bigger with each movement.

Shane couldn't help himself. He began to thrust his hips forcing her to take more of his throbbing manhood down her throat. Due to her drunken state Elizabeth was relaxed enough to take it fairly easily.

Her hand moved faster and faster up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling madly over the head of his purple headed cock. Shane felt it coming but even he was amazed at how quickly it started.

He stiffened and a second later let loose. Strand after strand of his white cum filled Elizabeth's mouth. She wasn't used to this. She'd never been a swallower and besides it had been a long time since she done it. She swallowed some, held some more in her mouth and let the rest dribble out and down her chin. It was too much to take.

She looked up into Shane's face. His head was back, his eyes tight shut as he milked the last remnants of his cum from his fast diminishing cock. He opened his eyes and looked down into Elizabeth's baby blues.

"That was fucking fantastic Elizabeth..." he breathed raggedly, ignoring the look of hurt etched on her face. "Just fucking awesome!"

He helped Elizabeth to her feet. She looked embarrassed and sheepish. He hugged her and stroked her hair and then he kissed her. Elizabeth for a fleeting moment was disgusted that he would want to kiss her but as his kiss deepened she relented and felt her arousal start all over again.

"Your turn," Shane said as he got Elizabeth to lay back on the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge. He removed her thong and then spread her legs wide and moved his head in between her thighs.

The smell of musk was unmistakable but he didn't really know what it was. He rarely if ever went down on his wife. For some reason it never appealed to him.

Elizabeth on the other hand was a different matter all together. As he moved his face in closer he took his time to first run his fingers around her slit. Her outer lips were not big but they were engorged and red with lust. As he slipped a finger between the folds he peeled back her lips to reveal the soft pink hidden beauty inside.

She was small and tight and wet, her slit slick with her juices. He could see the little nub at the top. It seemed to be pulsating with each deep breath Elizabeth took.




Elizabeth York Pt. 03



It was the loud knock on the double glazed back door that made Elizabeth York jump. She had been deeply engrossed, peering intently at her computer as she scoured the internet searching for that perfect holiday for her and husband Richard.

Catching her breath she stood and walked to the door to find her neighbour Tommy standing there.

"Goodness Tommy you made me jump," she said with a smile as she opened the door to him. "Are you coming in?"

"Morning Elizabeth, sorry about that, didn't mean to. No that's okay, I've just popped round to let you know I'm starting today."

Elizabeth looked at him inquisitively. 

"... to take down the hedge?" Tommy said with a look on his face that implied she had obviously forgotten all about it.

"Oh yes ... of course ... to take down the hedge ..." She trailed off knowing full well she had been busted.

"Sorry Tommy, I'd completely forgotten about it." She gave a weak smile. But then again it had been several months since they had first discussed it. Although the hedge had been up for years it was well past it's sell by date. Reluctant at first, she eventually agreed with Tommy that it needed to go, her only stipulation being that it couldn't be cut down until the bird nesting season was over. Not that there seemed to be many birds around in her garden these days. Since her neighbours had got a cat the bird life had all but vanished.

"Hi Mrs York!" The cheeky grin of Liam, Tommy's stepson appeared as he peeked round from behind him. His eyes locked immediately onto Elizabeth's breasts. Awesome, just fucking awesome he drooled as he took in the size and shape of her generous 38DD boobs, yet again being displayed to great effect by her very tight fitting tee shirt. He knew she was a 38DD because he had been round one day when her washing was hanging on the line to check what bra size she wore.

Even though she was possibly old enough to be his grandmother she had a totally awesome body as far as he was concerned and didn't look her age at all. She was his teenage fuck fantasy and his main object of desire when jacking off in his bedroom. He just loved big tits, something that Mrs York had in abundance.

Luckily for her she was totally oblivious to Liam's almost out of control hormones and his perverse lust for her.

"Hi Liam," she replied, "are you going to be helping then?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, someone's got to keep an eye on Tommy and make sure he does it right!" He gave her his best cheeky grin.

Elizabeth grinned back. He really was a good lad. She wagged her finger at Tommy, "... don't you be working him too hard then, you hear," she laughed.

"I think he'll manage just fine," Tommy replied, "he's a fit young lad. Right come on Liam ... let's go ... time to get a move on."

* * *

Throughout the course of the day, Elizabeth checked on their progress. After a poor summer weather wise, today for a change was warm and sunny and on her second visit she saw that they had both stripped off their shirts. Tommy was a big man, well overweight for his height and it showed but Liam was another matter altogether. She couldn't help but notice how lean and supple and well defined he was. For a young teenager he sure had a mature fit body she mused.

Liam noticed her looking at him. He was as pleased as punch to see that he interested her. He sucked in his stomach muscles just to give her a better view of his six pack.

Elizabeth smiled to herself as she admired his abs. When he grows up he is going to be a handsome man she thought.

* * *

Two days of hard graft saw the hedge finally completely removed and disposed of and another two days saw the posts, fence and gravel boards erected.

Despite her early reservations about losing the hedge Elizabeth was pleased with the final result. For one thing, her garden seemed a whole lot bigger now.

As soon as the project was finished, Tommy let Elizabeth know that he and Liam's mum were going away for a few days but Liam and his brother Zack were going to stay home alone.

Shortly after they had left, Zack went out and left Liam relaxing in his bedroom. As usual he was laying on his bed lazily stroking his throbbing cock and thinking about Elizabeth's big tits when he heard voices outside. Standing up on his bed he looked out the window to see Elizabeth and Richard in their garden looking at the new fence. 

"They made a good job of it, don't you think?" Elizabeth said.

"Certainly looks like it," Richard replied, "Did Liam help or did Tommy do it all himself."

"No, no, Liam helped and it's a good job he did otherwise I think Tommy would have struggled to get it finished before they went away."

"Well, he's a big strong lad now," Richard said.

"He is that," Elizabeth replied with a smile.

"Hi Mr and Mrs York."

Richard and Elizabeth raised their heads to see Liam hanging out of his bedroom window. Elizabeth noticed straight away that he was dressed only in some loose fitting grey shorts. She could clearly see the definition of his six pack on his bare chest. She then noticed he had his hand down inside his shorts and was clearly adjusting himself, over and over again.

"Good job Liam, " Richard said, "you've worked hard, you and Tommy."

"Thanks Mr York."

"Why don't you pop round later and Mrs York can give you something for your troubles."

"No, there's no need," Liam replied sheepishly.

"Nonsense," Richard said dismissively, "you've clearly worked hard and we think you deserve a little something, don't we Elizabeth. Besides I'm going away on business for a couple of days so I'm sure Mrs York wouldn't mind having some company later, would you dear?"

"Elizabeth?"

"What?" Elizabeth snapped her head round to look at Richard. She hadn't heard a word, she was too busy watching Liam's hand working away inside his shorts.

"I was just saying that you would be okay if Liam came round to keep you company?"

"Of course," Elizabeth said, "anytime. I'm sure you're going to be a bit lonely now that your mum and Tommy are away for a few days."

"Nah, I'm okay. I've got my mates coming round later so I'll be alright." Liam looked back into his room before looking back down at them. "Sorry Mr and Mrs York, I'll have to go, my mobile's ringing."

As he turned back into his bedroom to answer his phone so Richard and Elizabeth walked back inside their kitchen.

"Why is it that men are always playing with themselves?" Elizabeth was straight to the point. 

"I'm sorry!" Richard replied with a look of shock on his face. "What are you on about?"

"You ... men ... always fiddling with yourselves," she said bluntly.

"What do you mean ... fiddling?" Richard was now bemused. His wife certainly came up with some bizarre questions every now and again.

"You know ... fiddling," Elizabeth said, "playing with yourselves! You used to do it years ago and I've seen Brandon do it as well in the past."

"I don't think I did ... or Brandon for that matter and even if we did, it hardly qualifies as ALL men now does it?" Richard replied with the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips. "And another thing ... how come you notice it ... do you get a thrill out of it then ... constantly watching and looking for it?"

"I don't look ... I just seem to see ..." her voice trailed off as Richard pounced once more.

"So who else have you witnessed doing this horrible deed." Richard smirked, he was loving making Elizabeth squirm.

"Loads of other men ..." Elizabeth started to bluster.

"Like who ..." Richard replied with a jokey sarcasm, "if you're so sure, name somebody else that you've witnessed doing it ... huh ... well?"

"I don't remember but I've seen it ..."

"What about Brandon's mate, Gary ... and Shane ... Shane the gardener, did you see them do it!" Richard interrupted.

"I don't know ... probably they did ... I suppose so ... I can't really remember ..."

"Maybe they did and they did it because they were around YOU!" Richard joked with a big grin on his face. "Maybe YOU were turning them on!"

"You really are STUPID!" Elizabeth retorted, her hackles rising. A rush of guilt hit her hard at the mention of the names of the two men who had fucked her recently.

Richard was laughing so hard he almost choked. If he'd known that his wife had carnal knowledge of the two men he had mentioned he might not have been so amused with his joke.

* * *

An hour or so after Richard left on his business trip, Elizabeth finished off what housework she could. It was time to unwind, to chill out and as she'd booked a few days off work, look forward to the rest of the week.

She selected a bottle of wine from the rack and carefully read the label to check out not only where it was from but to see what grapes had been used to make the blend. It wasn't a vineyard she was familiar with as the bottle was the first one from a case of twelve Richard had ordered from a wine club he'd found on the internet.

She pulled the cork and decanted the red liquid into a carafe. Taking her wine glass she poured in enough just to allow her to sample it. She swirled it round to look at it's colour and then inhaled deeply, picking out the scents before she took a generous mouthful. She swilled it round inside her mouth before she swallowed. She sighed as the flavours and different tastes assaulted her senses. She could tell it was a fruits forward wine. As the wine critic's would no doubt write, it had a good nose. She took another drink and nodded appreciatively. She just liked it.

Switching on the television she filled her glass and settled into her cushion on the two seater sofa.

She really liked this wine. She realised that when a couple of hours later she found the bottle was nearly empty. It was very pleasant and very drinkable.

She stood up to go to the toilet. "Whoops a daisy," she giggled as she lurched slightly before regaining her balance. She staggered off realising that she had a bit of a buzz going on.

She had just returned to her seat when there was a loud banging on her back door. Struggling back up she tottered over to see who it was. As she switched on the outside porch light she saw it was Liam. She opened the door to him.

"Liam, is there anything the matter?" she asked, her motherly concern clearly evident.

"No, no nothing at all," Liam replied. He swallowed hard as he looked at Elizabeth's gigantic tits pushing out from her chest. As was customary for Elizabeth when she was at home she was wearing a tight fitting tee shirt, which did nothing but enhance her large upper body shape. "I just thought you could use some company, that's all." He swallowed hard again as he looked into her enticing cleavage.

"Oh that's so sweet of you," Elizabeth answered with a smile, "come on in then." She opened the door wider.

She showed Liam to a seat opposite her two seater sofa. As he plonked himself down she noticed he was still wearing his grey shorts.

"Right can I get you a drink then, lemonade or a coke?"

"Err, have you got any beer?"

"Beer, aren't you too young to drink Liam?" Elizabeth scolded him.

"Yeah but Tommy lets me have a beer sometimes, especially when I've done some hard work for him ... If you know what I mean?"

Elizabeth looked at Liam. The cheeky little so and so was grinning broadly. "Does he now ... I suppose you're referring to the fence then I take it," she said with a bemused look on her face.

"Errmm, you could say that," Liam replied still grinning inanely.

Elizabeth sighed. "Go on then ... I'm sure you'll find a beer in the fridge, help yourself."

Liam jumped up and returned with a can. He cracked it open and took a long drink straight from the can. He sprawled out in his seat, opening his legs wide. Elizabeth couldn't help but look at him.

"Don't you want a glass Liam?"

"No, I'm good," he replied. "What about you. You not joining me in a drink then?"

Elizabeth reached for her bottle of wine. "It's empty," she giggled.

"Tsk tsk. You've drunk that all to yourself?" he scolded. "Well I suppose you could always open another." He smiled at Elizabeth.

"I could but I don't think my husband would be too impressed if he found out I'd opened two bottles of his best vino!" she smiled back.

Liam necked the rest of his beer. Setting the can down on the table he smacked his lips. "That was good."

"Want another?" Elizabeth queried.

"Err yeah, I would but there's no more in the fridge and you can't drink warm beer."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She laughed. "Aren't I just the most useless hostess!"

"No you're not," Liam replied. He paused briefly. "I know what we can do, we can do some shots. Tommy's got loads at our house, I'll nip round and get some."

"No, no that's okay Liam," Elizabeth replied, "I don't want any shots thank you ..." her voice petered out as she realised Liam was ignoring her and was already up and running out the back door.

"Here we go." Liam arrived back in no time cradling a large box in his arms. He placed the box on the table and reached inside for a bottle and two glasses. Opening it he poured some of the green liquid into one of the small glasses, which he held out for Elizabeth.

"Here you go Mrs York," he said proffering the glass. 

Elizabeth looked at him with a steely gaze. "I don't think I'm going to like it," she said.

"Go on, just one, try it, you might actually find you do," he said earnestly before flashing her his cheeky smile. Elizabeth looked at him. She noticed that when he smiled he had the cutest dimples.

"Go on ... try it," he insisted, pushing the glass nearer to her.

She reached out. Okay, it was only a small glass, it wouldn't harm to try it. She knocked it back in one.

Was that it? She had expected an immediate reaction. Some sort of kick, some sort of buzz. But nothing?

"That was nice ... I think ..."

"Here, try another," Liam filled her shot glass. "Down the hatch," he said.

She knocked it back in one. "I'm not sure I actually like the taste of this," she said as she pulled a face.

"Okay, here try this one." Liam pulled out another bottle from the box. "This one's peach flavoured."

"Oh I like peach," Elizabeth slurred. She burped and then giggled. "Excuuuse me ..."

Liam laughed. "You're so funny Mrs York, you know that. You really crack me up."

He poured her a glass full and she knocked it back.

"Oohhh ... that's nice ... mmmm ... I'll have another one of those Liam if you don't mind." She wiggled her glass in front of Liam. He could tell she was well pissed now. He thought he should probably ease up, after all he didn't want her to pass out on him.

"Okay, but this is your last one," he said, "I don't want you too drunk."

"WHY ... Why don't you want me drunk then Liam?" Elizabeth cackled at some hidden joke that only she understood. She knocked back her drink. Liam filled her glass again.

He smiled enigmatically back at her.

"Tell me Liam, you're a young man," she was slurring her words badly now, "so why ... tell me why ... why do young men play with themselves all the time ... huh ... I've been meaning to ask you cos I see you doing it all the time ... so why DO you do it!" 

She giggled and then hiccuped. Liam laughed at her. 

"I've seen you ... with your hands down inside your shorts ... fiddling around with ... with ..." She wagged her finger at him, smiling, her body swaying from the effects of the booze.

"So what's so special about ... what you've got huh ... why do men do it ... why do you do it ... have you got something in there then ..." she giggled again, "or have you just got an itch ..."

"You could say that," Liam grinned at her, his hand now rubbing his growing bulge through the fabric of his shorts.

Elizabeth watched transfixed, her eyes glued to his hand as she saw it slide up to the waistband and then disappear inside his shorts. 

Liam grinned broadly, although his heart was beating like a jackhammer as he pulled his cock out. All nine and five eighth inches of it. He knew it was this length as he had measured it every day for the past three years.

"HOLY SHIT!" Elizabeth's mouth opened wide. She could not believe a young lad as old as Liam could possibly possess such a thing. It was huge and not only was it long it was ridiculously thick. She gulped hard as she felt an unwelcome and inappropriate stirring inside her body.

She had felt confident at first just teasing him and messing with his head but now, now this was totally out of her control.

Liam shifted across to join her on the two seater sofa, tucking away his cock inside his shorts as he did. She could see his eyes were firmly locked onto her breasts and that thought only served to inflame her arousal. To have younger men such as Gary and Shane lusting after her was one thing but for her to feel this turned on by a young teenager was a whole different ball game.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" Liam asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. He began to slowly rub it up and down her leg. Elizabeth could feel her pussy twitching as her pussy lips filled with blood and as they swelled and engorged began to rub against her lacy thong. Fuuucckk ... she sighed deeply ... this shouldn't be happening.

"Why would you want to kiss an old ..." Her protestations were muffled as he lent forward and pushed his mouth against hers. He pressed softly to begin with but when Elizabeth did not respond, he pressed harder. He moved his lips from side to side trying to get her to kiss him back. 

She knew deep down she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself and as her resolve weakened Elizabeth finally returned his kisses, opening her mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter and engage with hers. They duelled inside each others mouths and kissed harder and harder.

Liam couldn't believe his luck. She was kissing him. MRS FUCKING YORK WAS KISSING HIM!

It seemed only natural for him to bring his right hand up onto her large left breast. It was just sort of sitting there, proud and high, straining against her tight fitting tee shirt just begging to be fondled.

His hand closed round it and he groaned. He could feel the heaviness and size of her breast as he manipulated it inside her bra. His cock was now throbbing and pulsating wildly. He was in heaven but if he wasn't careful he was going to cream his pants before he got much further and that wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all.

Elizabeth's body responded to his groping of her boob. She arched her back, thrusting out her chest to push her boob further into Liam's grasp. She wanted him to grope her harder, to fondle it, to massage it, to play with it and squeeze it again and again.

She turned slightly, giving Liam access to her other breast as well. He needed no more encouragement as his other hand closed round her right breast and he squeezed.

"Ohhhh ... fuuuuucckk ..." Elizabeth groaned loudly as Liam pushed and pulled at both breasts, forcing them together, creating a deep cleavage before pulling them apart. Elizabeth's legs parted and her hips began to move, her pussy desperate now to get in on the action.

Liam's cock was throbbing painfully inside his shorts and he almost came on the spot when Elizabeth's hand ran over his pulsating bulge. It was all he could do not to explode from the touch of her sexy fingers on his body.

She was panting hard, her breath raspy as she broke the kiss and looked at Liam through hooded eyes.

"You are very naughty Liam, you shouldn't be doing this, I'm a married woman," she breathed huskily, "you need to be punished."

She squeezed hard on his cock causing him to yelp in pain. He squeezed her breasts hard in retaliation, causing her to squeal.

He pulled at her tee shirt, dragging it out from her jeans. She lifted her arms and let him remove it completely. Her breasts were now exposed to him for the very first time and he loved it. Her creamy white flesh was barely encased in her spotted bra and he delighted in watching her breasts wobble and jiggle over the top of it as her chest heaved with every deep breath she was now taking.




Elizabeth York Pt. 03



"Oh fuck ..." he mumbled to himself, "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

He scrambled closer, his hands reaching behind her back where he quickly located the fastener to her bra. He unsnapped the hooks with ease and felt the encouraging tug forward as he released her massive jugs. He pulled back and groaned.

Her nipples were huge. Puffy and hard and erect. He flicked a finger over one and made Elizabeth gasp. He flicked it again and Elizabeth responded immediately.

He let his hands sink into her large fleshy breasts. Oh god that felt so good. He fondled and groped, cupped and squeezed, pushing at her tits over and over and over again until he was sure his cock was going to explode. He could feel he had a massive wet spot inside his shorts.

Elizabeth was gone. She was so turned on it hurt. The booze had done for her and this young teenager had played her for a fool. He was tormenting her, teasing her, turning her inside and out, pushing all the right buttons as he rapidly dissolved her resolve into a quivering, shaking mass of mush. 

Liam pulled Elizabeth to her feet. They stood face to face as Liam inspected his trophy. Naked from the waist up, her large breasts hung there suspended in fresh air. There was barely a hint of sag, not that it would have bothered Liam even if there had been. Her nipples were fully engorged, sticking proudly out, red and juicy and tender from his administrations.

He looked lower. Her fabulous shapely legs were encased as usual in skinny jeans and she was still wearing her high heels. And her ass. Holy mother of god! Her ass was truly superb. Liam walked round her to look at this work of art. Perfectly heart shaped, her full ass was wonderfully showcased by her tight jeans. His cock was throbbing fit to bust.

He moved in front of her and took hold of a boob in each hand. He fondled them as he closed up to her and kissed her needy lips. She returned his kiss, eagerly sucking on his tongue as he stuck it inside her mouth. Her hips started to move as her arousal built.

Dropping her tits, Liam moved to undo her jeans. As he slipped the button and lowered the zip, Elizabeth seemed to snap to her senses.

"No ... no ... we shouldn't be doing ..." She never finished her objection as Liam pulled her jeans down and stuck his hand straight up into her slick, juicy, sopping wet pussy.

He wiggled his fingers inside her feeling her juices flow over his digits as he rammed them unceremoniously in and out of her snatch.

"Ohhhhhh ... fuuuuucckk ..." Elizabeth emitted a long mournful moan.

She thrust down with her hips as Liam lowered her jeans all the way to the floor. He stooped down and lifting one foot, removed her high heel shoe and slid the leg of the jean off. Replacing her shoe first he repeated this action on the other leg.

He grinned at her as he stood up and slid his hand back up inside her pussy once more. Elizabeth responded violently as she thrust down. Liam was in awe as he felt her pussy muscles contract and squeeze his fingers tight. 

"Oh fuuuuucckk Mrs York ... outstanding!" He had no idea what she'd done or how she'd done it but little did he care. He just knew it was fucking awesome!

Liam had watched enough porn on the computer in his bedroom to know what he wanted to do next. He'd fantasised for months and months of how he would fuck Elizabeth if ever he got the chance. He knew how many ways a woman could be pleasured and fucked but there was one he dearly wanted to use above all others.

He wanted to take her from behind and fuck her doggy style! He'd seen it so often and had visualised how it would look when he sank his cock into her. He wanted her to gasp in pleasure and pain, he wanted to see the hurt look of arousal in her eyes as he pounded her with his large cock and he wanted to see her large pendulous tits moving and swaying rapidly to and fro beneath her as he hammered into her over and over again.

As he lowered his shorts, Liam was unprepared as Elizabeth grabbed for his cock. As she squeezed hard and pulled at him he felt his cum bubbling up all the way out of his balls and up through his hard, throbbing, blood filled shaft.

Shit ... SHIT ... NOOOO ... It was too late. He exploded as his cum spurted out all over her hand. It dripped off her and onto the floor as his cock pulsed out a never ending stream of his sticky white gunge.

Even after he had finished Elizabeth carried on milking every last drop from his swollen shaft. He had not drooped and was still hard as a rock.

This was a first! Liam took the opportunity to march Elizabeth over to her kitchen worktop. He spun her round and bent her over. Spreading her legs wide he wasted no time in offering up his cock to the slippery wetness of her free flowing gash.

He pushed forward.

"Ohhhh ..." Elizabeth groaned as she felt her pussy resist this initial attempt at entry.

Liam was being too quick, trying too hard, his excitement at being in the position of fucking his next door neighbour, the root cause of all his teenage angst and desire, was almost too much.

He pulled back, sliding a couple of fingers into her pussy, spreading her lips, trying to make it easier the second time around.

He pushed forward again.

"Ohhhh ... fuuuck ... no ... no ..." Elizabeth groaned, as this time she felt the large head of his big cock slip inside her. Her pussy lips closed firmly round it.

Liam pushed forward again.

"Uummm ... steady Liam ... mmmm ... not so quick ... eeeeessshh ... you're too big and you're ... oooo ... going to hurt me if you don't slow down ..."

He pushed forward once more and watched, thrilled as his cock slid a little bit further inside her. This part of his cock was much thicker then the first few inches and he could see Elizabeth's pussy lips were being stretched to breaking point.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck ... Liam ... fuck ... you're so big ... oh fuck ..." Elizabeth was breathing hard as she felt Liam's cock fill her. She'd never had anything like this inside her, ever. The combination of girth and length was totally blowing her mind as well as destroying her pussy.

She turned to look over her shoulder. There it was! Liam was triumphant! That was the look he had craved for. The look of pain and fear, desire and arousal. He could dominate her now. She was going to be his fuck toy for as long as he wanted her to be.

"Ungh ..." Elizabeth snorted as he pushed more of his thick shaft inside her. Her pussy was completely filled and had little need to contract around his monster cock. He pushed the remaining inch inside her and paused. He knew that was customary in the porn films he had watched. And if it was good enough for them ...

He pulled back and then with one quick thrust, plunged back deep inside.

"HOLY FUCK ..." Elizabeth screamed as he slammed his cock hard back inside her. The little shit ...

Liam was officially in seventh heaven as he looked around the kitchen. He was trying to remember his surroundings, taking it all in so that he could relive this day over and over again. He was picking up the pace when he remembered he had his mobile phone with him.

Quickly pulling out of Elizabeth he fished it out of his shorts. Before Elizabeth had time to find out or realise what was happening he shoved his cock back inside.

"Oooggghhh ..." Elizabeth responded as he began to build up a bit of a rhythm. She was beginning to think she was liking this.

Liam fiddled around with his mobile, finally setting the video up to record the action. Elizabeth was blissfully unaware of the fact she was now starring in her very own porn flick.

Liam looked down at Elizabeth's ass. He could see his cock was slick from her copious juices and was now sliding freely in and out of her pussy with comparative ease. The only way anyone would know how much of a struggle it was for Elizabeth would be to listen to her moaning and groaning. She was grunting every time he hammered into her and sighing as he withdrew.

She could feel her arousal had grown to its peak and she was preparing for her orgasm. Liam unwittingly, due to his naivety, this being his first time and all and not knowing what he was doing, was actually driving her insane. He was taking her to the brink and then letting her down again. His hands were full of her large breasts and his fingers were pulling endlessly at her swollen nubs.

She began to push her ass back towards his cock, meeting his powerful thrusts with her own, her ass cheeks quivering each time they slammed together.

She needed a release and needed it soon. She wasn't a young woman after all and she wasn't sure how long her legs would last.

"Come on Liam ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... fuck me harder you little shit bastard ... fuck me ... fuck me ... make me yours Liam ... fuck meeee ..." Elizabeth was screaming now as she pushed back faster and faster.

It was all Liam could do just to hang on as she took over.

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... Liam ... come on ... fuck me good ... fuck me harder and ... and you ... mmmm ... can ... fuck ... mmmm ... me ...ooohhh ... again..."

Liam exploded as Elizabeth came to her orgasm. As she gyrated on his cock so he climaxed hard, spurting his seed into the depths of her totally ravaged pussy. He collapsed over her back, panting for breath.

"Fucking awesome Mrs York, just FUCKING AWESOME!" Liam shouted exuberantly. He was no longer a virgin and he had lost it to his fantasy fuck, Mrs Elizabeth ... YOU'RE A FUCKING GREAT FUCK ... York! He punched the air with his fist, jubilant in his conquest!

He stopped the video recording on his mobile phone and switched it off.

Elizabeth lay with her chest resting on the kitchen worktop and with her legs spread eagled. Her pussy felt devastated and her boobs were painful. She could feel something sliding down her leg and assumed it was Liam's sticky white fluid.

She couldn't seem to move but knew she had to. The realisation of what had occurred began to filter into her drink befuddled brain.

Just what have I done. She had a sickening feeling in her stomach and it wasn't from the booze. She'd just let her neighbour's son fuck her and it suddenly dawned on her that she didn't actually know how old he was!

OH FUCK ... 

* * *

"Oh yeah ..." Liam shouted as his cock exploded, shooting his cum high up into the air, to land with a splatter on the floor next to his bed.

After leaving Elizabeth to sort herself out, Liam had rushed back home and gone straight into his bedroom to download the video from his mobile phone onto his computer. He was pretty pleased with the result, this was already the second time he'd jerked himself off watching it.

He lay back on his bed and continued to stroke his diminishing hard on.

He couldn't quite believe it. He had just fucked Mrs York. MRS YORK! And it was even better than he had ever imagined it could be. She was just fucking incredible and he knew he had to do her again.

He laughed silently to himself as he recalled her words as she was in the throes of her ecstasy. She said she wanted him to fuck her again. He was pretty sure of it. He rewound the video on his computer and pressed play.

"... fuck me good ... fuck me harder ... and you can fuck me again ..." 

There it was, he knew it. Her words were indisputable even when they were intermingled with the noises and moans and groans caused by her passion.

He began to pull at his cock harder as he thought about her. It was already growing bigger and it wouldn't be long before he'd be cumming all over his bed again.

* * *

He'd been waiting all day, trying to pluck up the courage to go round and see her again but it was dark when Elizabeth York finally arrived home. Liam watched as she entered her home and switched on the kitchen light. He moved out of his hiding place and moved up nearer to the kitchen window, safe in the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to see him or anything else outside for that matter. He though had a perfect view inside.

She was supposed to be off work for a few days but Liam had heard her leave early. He watched as she shrugged of her jacket and then gasped as he saw the tightness of her thin sweater which was stretched across her chest and more than highlighted the size and shape of her massive breasts. He noticed that instead of her customary jeans she was wearing a skirt and high heels. Now that was definitely unusual and he wondered where she'd been all day. She moved across the kitchen floor to the worktop, the very same worktop he had fucked her over last night and he saw her pick something up before moving back towards the window. He quickly back peddled, his heart pounding one to the dozen. He was sure she must see him. She appeared to look straight out at him, but no, she looked away and resumed what she was doing. He caught his breath, she hadn't seen him.

He saw steam rising and guessed she was running hot water into the sink. A couple of minutes later and Liam could see she was washing some small items of clothing. He smiled to himself as he imagined it was her underwear from last night.

His knob was throbbing fit to bust now as he watched her breasts moving and jiggling about as she moved her arms. He chuckled to himself as he saw her hold up an item of clothing presumably to see if it was clean. He could see it was her thong from last night. His knob throbbed even more.

It was no good. He had to go inside. Be bold he told himself as he rapped loudly on the kitchen door and walked straight in without waiting.

Elizabeth's head jerked up as the door opened. "Liam! What are you doing here ... you made me jump."

"Hi Mrs York, I'm sorry, didn't mean to ..." 

His eyes locked onto her tits immediately. They looked even bigger than last night if that was humanly possible.

Elizabeth's heart sank as she saw where Liam was looking.

"So what are you doing here then?" she began to bluster. She already knew deep down why he was here and she had to prevent that at all costs.

"Well Mr York said that if I was lonely while mum and Tommy were away I could pop round and you'd look after me." Liam gave her his best cheesy smile.

"Yeah ... he did ... didn't he ..." Elizabeth replied wistfully. "So I take it you're feeling lonely?"

Liam laughed. "Yeah ... you could say that."

He moved to stand a few feet behind Elizabeth. She had to twist to look at him. The little shit she thought, he's doing this on purpose.

And she was right. Liam was loving the fact that as she twisted it only served to emphasise the size of her boobs, making them look even bigger than they already were. And standing behind her gave him the chance to see her legs in her high heel shoes and her skirt, which was so tight and seemed moulded to her ass cheeks. God she was so fucking HOT!

He closed the gap between them and encircled her waist with his arms.

"Liam, what are you doing ... get off me!" Elizabeth said clearly irritated by Liam's actions. But Liam noticed she made no attempt to stop her washing, choosing instead to continue to squeeze and rub her underwear in the hot water.

Liam's hands moved up and he cupped her large breasts. He groped and manipulated her tits revelling in the way they felt in his hands. After a few seconds of his urgent fondling he could feel her nipples begin to respond.

"Liam ... what do you think you're doing ..."

Her breathing quickened as her body slumped down and she gripped hold of the kitchen sink for support. Her legs opened as her hips began to move. She was disgusted with her reaction but she couldn't help herself.

"Liam ... stop it!"

Liam moved a hand down onto her ass, feeling the curve and firmness of her butt cheeks before he slid it lower until he reached the hem of her skirt. 

"Liam ... no!"

Grabbing hold he began to work her skirt up her luscious legs and then up and over her hips. Her ass cheeks barely wobbled as he slapped them. They were remarkably firm yet were surprisingly supple. He dropped his shorts and pulled at his cock as it grew and grew. He moved up closer, resting his other hand on her hip as he offered his cock up to her ass.

Her breath caught in her mouth as his cock slid between her ass cheeks and pushed against her swollen pussy lips.

"No Liam, we mustn't ... we can't ... we ... ooooooooohhh ..." She shuddered as he pushed again. She spread her legs a little wider and pushed her ass out towards him, opening herself up to allow her young lover an easier entry.

He jabbed forward impatiently, his callous desire clearly evident. He was desperate to get his cock inside her again as soon as possible.

"No Liam ... NO ..." Elizabeth snapped at him, trying to push him off her as he struggled to gain entry. She pushed back to get away but unfortunately as she did, he thrust forward.

"Oooooohhhhhh ... FUCK ... FUCK ..." she screamed as his cock was rammed deep inside her in one less than fluid movement.

"OOOHHHH ... FUUUCCCKKK ..." she screamed louder as Liam rammed home the remaining few inches of his big cock.

Her whole body spasmed as it reacted to the invasion. Liam withdrew before moving forward again.

"Liam ... NO ... NO ... oooooohhh ..." Elizabeth shook as he rammed his cock back in.

He sawed back and forth, penetrating her a bit deeper with every thrust until he had his entire length buried inside her. Elizabeth gasped as she felt her pussy clamp down onto his thick shaft.

Liam lent forward and grabbed her head and twisted her face round. He kissed her and she couldn't help but kiss him back. 

He broke away and stood up slightly causing Elizabeth to wince in pain. He lifted her thin sweater over her head and released her large tits from her bra. They fell into his loving embrace, her nipples already fully engorged and swollen and erect and hard. He pinched them between his fingers and thumbs and Elizabeth squealed.

Liam began to fuck her, sliding slowly in and out at first, Elizabeth cooing and sighing as she felt his large cock rubbing her and filling her completely. He groped her boobs and she responded by lowering her head down towards the sink and moaning loudly.

He started to move his hips a little faster, his balls slapping against her body as he fucked her deeper and deeper, driving into her with more passion.

"Liam ... Liam ... no ... no ... noooo ... oooooooo ... NOOOOO ..." she screamed as she came. She hadn't expected that to hit her so soon.

Liam carried on, it would be a while before he came. He'd been jerking himself off all day so was pretty confident he could last a while yet.

Elizabeth felt the beginnings of another orgasm. Her body was responding to Liam's cock. It was telling her that it liked how it made it feel. And even though she knew it was wrong she was wondering how she was going to stop this relationship; for that was what it now seemed to be; from getting out of hand.

"Oh FUUUCCCKKK ..." she came again as Liam pounded into her with youthful vigour. His stamina was endless and he was pushing all the right buttons and what's more she couldn't blame this on the booze as she was stone cold sober.

Tears formed in her eyes as she began to sob gently. It was a mixture of joy from the ecstasy and guilt from the cheating.

How was she going to get out of this mess ...



Elizabeth York Pt. 04



It's funny really how my thoughts and ideas about it built over time. I never classed myself as a cuckold, in fact I find no joy in the term. I see myself more as a voyeur, interested in watching women get fucked. It just so happens my voyeurism is limited to just one woman and that one woman is my wife.

 My name is Richard York and I have been married to Elizabeth for over thirty five years. I could kid you all and tell you it's been plain sailing but it hasn't. But we've managed to survive.

 Elizabeth to me is more stunning now than she has ever been. Over the years the sharp edges of her personality have softened whilst at the same time her body has matured like vintage wine. She still possesses an hourglass figure with delicious heart shaped ass cheeks and colossal 38DD breasts which unbelievably still seem able to defy gravity. 

 Of course I tell her all the time how good she looks, how her body is fantastic. But I'm her husband, so she makes light of it. I can't tell you how frustrated I get especially as she can get me so aroused with just one kiss from those sensuous full red lips.

 But it matters not, for I have a problem. And it's a big one. Well actually it's a little one. Not only do I have a below average sized cock, I also have great difficulty in getting an erection let alone maintaining one. Yes that's right folks ... I'm virtually impotent. I can sometimes get it up but I can't keep it there.

 Unfortunately Elizabeth has had to put up with this for years now and it has certainly blunted her desires. So much so that she now shies away from any display of intimacy with me, no matter how much I plead with her otherwise.

 What's the point she says. And who am I to disagree with her? I get frustrated at my inability too. But surprisingly our relationship has never been better now that sex no longer rears it's ugly head. It's one less thing to fall out over.

 But she still looks fantastic and I would give just about anything to reclaim my matrimonial rights and grope her big tits and fuck the ass off her. In my head I am that strong, virile hunk of a man with the massive dick that gets to plunge it repeatedly into her tight, sexy little pussy giving her the fucking that her fabulous body so richly deserves. 





* * *



I work away quite a bit and it can be deadly boring at night ensconced on your own in a hotel bedroom miles from home. I came across porn quite by chance. I was interested in reading an article about the pop group Simply Red who apparently were going to reform. I knew Elizabeth liked them and I thought we could go see them so went on-line to find out if they had any gigs lined up yet. Setting up my laptop on the hotel's Wi-Fi had been awkward and it messed up my settings. Well it must have done as somehow and don't ask me how, I ended up on RedTube. I clearly hadn't been using Google! I had no idea what it was to start off with but with my curiosity spiked it wasn't long before I started to watch porn most nights on my laptop. It certainly made them go by quicker and it was easy to fantasise it was me that was the well hung stud fucking women off all ages. I discovered what a MILF was and then began to get turned on by watching videos of wives supposedly cheating on their husbands.

 And then there was the night of another breakthrough. I was searching the internet looking for a particular scenario that I thought would be rather titillating to watch when I discovered a website dedicated to random tales of erotic literature. The first story I read was actually quite well written and I was soon reading the stories avidly, getting more and more turned on with every one I read.

 And then there was my eureka moment. I had just read another short story. This one was about a man who wanted to see his wife picked up and seduced by another man. It turned out out be a variation of a common theme. Invariably the husband or boyfriend wanted their partner to be fucked by another man and wanted to watch it happen if possible. That was their kick. To enjoy another person lusting after and enjoying what they had.

 The problem for me though was that in some cases the husband in the story would be cuckolded. I had no idea what that was until I looked it up and then I read a few more stories before I realised that most involved the man becoming a submissive cuckold. I realised that it held no appeal to me if the wife knew about the set up or indeed welcomed it and knew that her husband would be watching or even participating. What aroused me the most was the story that depicted the husband setting up and then watching his wife's unwitting seduction and then her eventual betrayal of their wedding vows whilst all the time suffering from his conflicting emotions.

 I carried on reading these stories for a number of weeks before I began to recognise that perhaps I too had this feeling of wanting to see my wife being seduced by another man. But whether I could bring myself to allow her to be fucked by this person, let alone without her knowing I was watching the dirty deed was another matter altogether. 

 But the thought that Elizabeth must be missing sex now I was incapable of providing it and that with a little devious encouragement she might possibly even welcome the chance to enjoy it again still annoyingly nagged away inside me. Even if I couldn't perform perhaps I could experience the vicarious thrill of watching her with another man.

 It was a bit ying and yang and I was shocked at my own thoughts on the subject but I eventually suppressed them as fanciful and pushed them to the back of my mind.





* * *



It was Friday and we had been out for a drink at teatime. We hadn't done that for years but it was great. I love teatime drinking, straight from work. It's a different crowd in the pub for one thing.

 Elizabeth had knocked back two pints of extremely strong lager, which was unusual for her and when we got home with a takeaway meal I opened a bottle of Rioja.

 Two large glassfuls later and I could tell she was well pissed. The meal over, I started to wash up but we were messing about a bit with me trying to cop a feel of her breasts. Of course she was fending me off, so I contented myself instead with groping her ass cheeks. She didn't seem to mind me doing that.

 "Oh I forgot to tell you, I ran into your ex the other day," I said as I gave her ass another squeeze.

 "Really," Elizabeth replied without the slightest hint of curiosity.

 "Well I suppose there's so many you'll not be able to remember them all ..." I paused hoping that she would bite and was disappointed when she didn't. Undeterred I forged on anyway.

 "Yes, it was Martin if you want to know."

 "Ugh," my wife exclaimed, her disdain for him clearly evident.

 "Yes just think, you could be married to him right now ... although come to think of it you'd probably be divorced already.

 "Probably true," she answered.

 "Yes the love of your life ..." I added. 

 Martin had been her last boyfriend before I came on the scene. They parted ways when Elizabeth found out that he'd been dating someone else at the same time as her. It was obvious that he only wanted her for sex. Well that was my take on it anyway when she finally told me a bit about her past life. She'd always hinted that she had been a bit promiscuous when younger, far more than me but it didn't bother me in the slightest, or so I'd thought.

 "He most certainly wasn't!" she bristled. 

 "Oh no, that was what's his name wasn't it, your first boyfriend. Who was it again?"

 "John," she answered instantly.

 "Oh yes ... John." I smiled waiting for her to tell me the same thing she told me every time his name cropped up, which actually wasn't that often.

 "I was young and I was hurt when he dumped me for ... for that cow! Anyway, did I tell you that he's gross now, really fat and so is she, the miserable bitch!" she finished maliciously.

 I laughed. Nearly forty years had passed and she still held a grudge.

 "Maybe so but it doesn't change the fact that he IS the love of your life! It's okay. I'm not upset or anything!" I was teasing her. I knew she loved me but I also knew that no matter what she said, I was most definitely NOT the love of her life.

 "No darling ... of course it's you ... it's always been you, you know that!"

 "Yeah right!" I laughed. She giggled in response.

 "Anyway," I said, "wasn't it Martin who had the biggest cock you'd ever had? That must be something you've missed?" This wasn't my insecurity showing, it was something that we'd talked about briefly a long time ago but due to my recent fantasy feelings I thought I would bring it up again to try and provoke a reaction.

 "What are you talking about!" She fended it off quite easily. "He might have been but I can't remember, it's so long ago but it doesn't matter anyway because I chose you. Besides he was a pig as well."

 "Yeah I know you did sweetheart but I just thought you must miss it. You know, they do say that all women fantasise about getting fucked by men with big cocks!"

 "Oh I don't think that's true and if you're going to talk like that then I'm going to bed." She moved up to give me a quick peck on the lips. My hand closed round one of her massive orbs and and I gave it a loving squeeze.

 "Get off," she said. She was smiling but she still shrugged me off. "Goodnight!" she said firmly. I watched as she closed the kitchen door behind her.

 I washed up and dried the pots and put them away. I idly flicked through the different channels on the television. So much choice, so much dross. I decided to join my wife in bed. To sleep of course. But it was when I went to switch the television off that I first heard the strange sound.

 I cocked my head to one side, straining to make out what the noise was and where it was coming from. I decided that it was the neighbours cat. Bloody thing, I growled to myself, always in our garden making a mess. Even the new fence didn't keep it out. Locking the back door, I switched off the kitchen light and went into the hallway.

 There it was again. A strange mewling sound. I cocked my head again and listened intently. There it was again but louder.

 It struck me immediately and I knew what it was. I crept up the stairs, praying that I would miss the steps that creaked. I came to our bedroom door and slowly peered round.

 Elizabeth was laid in bed, the bedclothes half off and half on. Her knees were up and I could clearly see one hand in between her legs working violently away while her other was squeezing and manipulating her massive boobs, slipping easily from one to the other, making sure she was giving equal attention to both.

 Her lips were parted and she was letting out small gasps of pleasure as she masturbated herself towards her release.

 I could feel the pre cum seep out of my flaccid cock. Whilst I couldn't get an erection, everything else still functioned properly.

 I watched mesmerised as she frigged herself relentlessly, her fingers pushing in and out so quickly that her pussy was now making obscene squelching noises. Her other hand continued to work on her large breasts, her fingers pulling at her swollen and erect nipples. Her hips started to move faster and faster as she started down the path to her eventual orgasm.

 As she bucked and writhed in our bed she came. It was a whimper not a roar as she shoved her hand into her mouth to stifle her cries of passion. Her body was racked with pleasurable mini aftershocks as she continued to quietly moan and writhe about under the covers.

 Finally she was still. She sighed deeply before turning over onto her side. This was the precursor to her slumber. It was over and I was a physical wreck. 

 I replayed it in my mind but this time all I could visualise was some well hung stud lying between her legs and slamming his big dick into her over and over again as she screamed bloody blue murder.

 I felt a knot of arousal in the pit of my stomach followed by an irrational flash of fear. I let out a long, quiet sigh and made my way downstairs to think about what I had just witnessed.



* * *

 A few days passed by and I was once more away on a business trip. As I lay on top of my bed in the hotel room I pondered over recent events. I'd just read another short story about a man allowing his wife to be picked up by a stranger. They had an agreement that they wouldn't let it go too far but it had. His wife had been fucked and the husband, even though it was his fault, wasn't sure if he could cope with the jealousy he now felt.

 I sat back against the wall, propped up with my pillow behind me and pondered on this and my own feelings.

 There was no doubt the story had affected me. For one thing my cock was stood rigidly to attention. Not that it made any difference. If it went anywhere near a woman's pussy the erection would vanish in a nano second!

 But it was my emotions that had me nervously excited. I realised that the idea of watching my wife being fucked by another man was turning me on. I chewed on my lower lip as I wrestled with my feelings.

 I tried to rationalise my thoughts. The idea of it was clearly a massive turn on when you were detached about it but would I be able to cope with the reality of the situation if I went ahead with fulfilling my fantasy. And even if I did want to fulfil my fantasy, how would I go about it? Too many questions and nowhere near enough answers.

 I shook my head and laughed at myself. It WAS a fantasy. What was I thinking? Idiot!

 But still ...

 In my mind I was sat at the kitchen table watching my wife fuss around making dinner. As usual when at home she was wearing a form fitting tee shirt that showed off her considerable charms and a pair of skinny jeans. She had just come in and was still wearing her high heels. As normal for her she looked great.

 As she prepared the salad over the sink I visualised a man coming up behind her and groping her boobs as she worked. He was pressed tightly against her body forcing his crotch into the gap between her ass cheeks. In my mind she threw her head back and closed her eyes as she let this man fondle and grope her.

 She dropped something on the floor and as she bent down to pick it up her jeans pulled tightly across her ass cheeks highlighting the fact that they were perfectly heart shaped. And then she was naked from the waist down when the hunk in my fantasy stood behind her as she bent over, his big cock wedged firmly between her ass cheeks and buried balls deep inside her wet and willing pussy. And then he fucked her. Fucked her hard. And she screamed.

 Back in my hotel room I exhaled deeply as my hand crept down to release the mini bulge in my trousers. Unzipping myself I pulled out my semi erect cock and wanked myself off into a tissue.





* * *



It was a couple of weeks later and I was in my office catching up on some long overdue paperwork when my boss came in. 

 "Morning Richard, I'd like you to meet Adam North." He turned to introduce the person with him. "He's starting today and I was wondering if you could take him under your wing and show him the ropes?"

 I looked from my boss to our new starter. Adam was reasonably good looking, seemed quite muscular in a hunky sort of way and appeared to be in his early twenties.

 He seemed eager to please but he was a quick learner and over the forthcoming weeks we forged quite a bond as we got to know each other. 

 When he found out I still played squash he challenged me to a game.

 "You've got to be kidding me," I said, "you're much younger than me."

 "Maybe so but perhaps I'm not very good?" His reply laid down the challenge and a couple of weeks later we played a game.

 I more than held my own to begin with but his youthfulness finally told and he ran out an easy winner.

 The men's changing room showers were communal and whilst I tried hard not to look I couldn't help but notice his cock when we both exited the showers at the same time. I was stood drying myself and Adam was unashamedly making no attempt to hide his private parts as he towelled himself dry. It was embarrassing. His cock was flaccid but still looked to be twice as big as mine when it's erect; both in length and thickness. I averted my gaze and hoped he would soon be dressed.

 "Fancy a drink?" he asked as we left the changing rooms.

 "Sure why not," I replied.

 We entered the bar at the squash club and Adam got us both a pint of lager. We sat at a table and I watched as Adam surveyed the room. There were a couple of young women in the bar sitting on the other side of the room. Adam nodded in their direction. I heard them giggle.

 "Do you always get that reaction?" I asked intrigued by the girls reaction to Adam. It was something that had never happened to me.

 "Pretty much," he shrugged nonchalantly.

 I could see the girls were preening themselves a bit, sitting up straighter, pushing their boobs out, anything to attract his attention.

 "They seem up for it," I said jokingly.

 "Yeah, looks that way," he replied as he took a long drink from his pint glass.

 "So ... do you want me to leave so you can go chat to them. After all you're not going to get far if I'm here cramping your style."

 "No it's okay Richard. I'm not into young girls at the moment."

 He paused and I was definitely intrigued by this last comment.

 He blushed as he realised he'd stopped talking and that his implication was that he ...

 "I'm not gay or anything like that," he explained hastily, "I like women but at the moment I'm more interested in the more mature ladies."

 My heart jumped into my mouth. 

 "You do!" I blurted out quickly, "Why?"

 He looked at me, clearly a little bit shocked at my reaction.

 "Oh I'm sorry, excuse me for prying. If you don't want to tell me I'll understand but I was just a bit surprised, that's all." I picked up my pint of lager and took a long drink. Anything to hide my embarrassment.

 He face contorted into a grimace as he wrestled with the words before he opened up.

 "Look Richard, I can tell you that I can get all the pussy I need with no problem." He paused. "I know that probably sounds a bit pompous but it's true." He took a drink.

 "I hope you don't mind me talking to you like this?" he added

 "No, no you're okay, it's fine."

 "Cheers. Well the thing is that young pussy is okay but it's too easy. They give it up so readily that there's no challenge. So what I've been doing to spice it up a bit is to target only married women and at the moment the particular emphasis is on the more mature ladies." 

 He smiled enigmatically. "My aim is to sweet talk them out of their panties and give them a right good fucking!"

 "You're kidding right?" I was sat with my mouth wide open in amazement. "So this plan of yours ... it works?"

 "Oh yeah, like a dream, every time."

 "Surely not ... what every time?"

 "Yep."

 "So how do you do it?" I was really curious now.

 "I just seduce them."

 "Nah," I scoffed, "that can't possibly work with all of them. There must be some who can resist you?"

 "Nope!"

 "Okay, okay," I said, "Take my wife then. There's no way you could seduce her. She's been round the block a few times and there's no way she would be susceptible to your charms. She'd see through you straight away."

 "Don't be too sure," Adam smiled, "I've found that ALL women are susceptible. It's just a matter of finding the key to unlock them, that's all."

 All of a sudden my stupid head kicked in. Perhaps here was a way of living out even just a small part of my fantasy.

 "I don't believe you. I tell you what I'll have a bet with you. I'll bet that you can't get anywhere with my wife. How about that!" I stated assuredly although my heart was now pounding heavily in my chest.




Elizabeth York Pt. 04



Adam looked back at me with a shocked look on his face. "Your wife?" Are you sure?"

 "Absolutely," I replied smugly.

 "Well okay but I do have one request first."

 "Name it," I said in reply.

 "I need to look her over first, you know, to see if I fancy her or not. I can't seduce someone I don't like the look of."

 "Sounds reasonable." I smiled knowing full well that as soon as he clapped eyes on Elizabeth he would be good to go.





* * *



A couple of days later he breezed into my office.

 "Okay, we're on."

 I smiled back. I'd told Adam where Elizabeth worked together with a brief description. I'd told him to look for the woman with enormous tits and perfectly formed, heart shaped ass cheeks.

 "So you found her alright?" I smirked.

 "Best instructions I've ever had," he replied with a smile. "You're a lucky man my friend."

 "So when are you going to start, how are you going to play it?" I was really curious.

 "I've already started," he replied with a grin, "But the main attack will be in the next week or so. I have a few ideas of how to sow the seeds."

 He paused for a second. I could sense he was a little bit uncomfortable about things.

 "Look Richard I just need to know if you really want me to do this. Are you sure you want me to seduce your wife?"

 I nodded smugly. "Don't you mean TRY to seduce my wife!"

 "Yeah okay ... try! But have you given any thought to what might happen after I have succeeded. Are you sure you want to let her fuck me, because that's what will happen if my seduction works!"

 "Sorry, you said, if my wife fucks you? Don't you mean the other way round," I smiled grimly, slightly taken aback by his words.

 He shook his head slowly. "With what I have planned for your wife, I'm telling you my friend, she will be begging me to fuck her!"

 I felt the blood surge through my body all the way up from my toes to my brain. At the same time I felt a huge knot in my stomach as it flipped over a couple of times.

 "Ah well, that'll not happen. You'll not get that far so it doesn't matter." As I uttered the words even I wasn't the slightest bit convinced.

 "Okay, Adam replied, as he turned to leave my office. "Right got to go, see you soon."

 A few days later and I was beginning to get cold feet about the whole idea. Part of me wanted to see my sick fantasy fulfilled but how would I feel if my fantasy turned into a nightmare and I didn't like what I was seeing? I was terribly conflicted.





* * *



My wife's seduction began very casually. In fact I knew nothing about it. Adam wanted it to be that way. He didn't want me to compromise his efforts by trying to make it too easy, which could give the game away before it had even started and conversely he didn't want me to get cold feet and call it all off. He'd told me that seeing Elizabeth was a wet dream come true and that she had a body he'd love to fuck if he got the chance. She was by far the best mature lady he had ever seen.

 Elizabeth and I had been out for a meal in town and to finish off the evening had come into one of the bars for a couple of drinks before going home.

 The place was rammed and it was difficult to get to the bar so we decided to separate and buy a round each. We figured we stood a better chance of getting served faster. I got my drinks quite quickly and forcing myself out of the crush managed to lay claim to a couple of high bar stools, which were placed around one of those high bar tables that clubs seem to put around pillars.

 I looked across to the bar trying to see where Elizabeth was. I finally located her and it appeared she too was now getting served. As the crowd of people behind her thinned I could see that she had some unwanted attention. Judging by the way she turned round quickly the man behind her must have either said or done something to her. She turned angrily to confront him. They appeared to be talking and I saw her initial anger fade and then die away. Whatever he was saying to her seemed to be working. Eventually he stood to one side allowing her to leave the bar area. As she walked towards me I saw her take a look back. The man smiled at her and when she turned back to me she too had a smile on her face. 

 "What was all that about?" I queried as she put her drinks down on the table. She eased herself up onto the bar stool, her skirt riding high and exposing a large expanse of her lovely thighs.

 "Oh nothing ..." she replied. She had a sort of dreamy look about her.

 I just looked at her until she realised what I was doing. "Oh sorry," she giggled. She picked up her drink and looked back towards the bar.

 "So tell me what happened," I said to her, "I saw it and I thought at one point you were going to rip his head off. So what did he do or say to make you so angry?"

 She sighed. "Promise me you won't make a big deal out of it."

 I nodded my agreement.

 "Well as you know I was at the bar and I couldn't get served. It was most annoying as the bar staff seemed to be ignoring me even though I was holding up the money just like you showed me." It was true. I had told her that nothing grabs the bar staff's attention quicker than seeing a twenty pound note being flashed in the faces. Or so I'd thought.

 "Anyway, the next thing was I was getting bumped from behind. Someone had his hands all over my ass and then I felt a great big lump pushing up against me. I knew what it was as he shoved against me repeatedly as if trying to force it in between my ass cheeks."

 I felt my mouth had gone dry, which it probably was as it had been hanging open for so long. I licked my lips and tried to swallow.

 "And what ... what did you do," I croaked.

 Well I turned round to tell him off of course. He was most apologetic and explained that he hadn't meant to do it but that it had all started when he had been pushed against me by the crush. He said he was aroused already as he thought I was gorgeous and he'd been looking at my boobs for some time as I struggled to get served and when he was shoved forward he put his hands on my ass to keep me from feeling his arousal, if you know what I mean."

 Oh I knew alright! "So what happened next?" I blurted out. "What's his excuse for dry humping you?"

 "Exactly. That's exactly what I said to him. And he said that feeling my ass only made things worse and he'd gotten so big that he couldn't avoid shoving it in between my ass cheeks as he was still getting pushed up against me by the crush behind."

 "Oh!" I said. I couldn't believe my wife was that naive. I was soon to find out she wasn't.

 "Yes well I told him that was a load of baloney. He apologised and agreed that it was, apart from the fact I was gorgeous and he loved my ass and boobs and then he offered to buy the drinks I had finally been served with. I said I was here with my husband but he said he didn't care. He was really cute. Very young but cute ..." Her voice trailed off as she looked back once more in the general direction of the bar area.

 "And well endowed obviously!" I said huffily. "I thought you said women weren't bothered about the size of men's cocks? Clearly you are judging by the look on your face."

 She snapped back to reality. "Oh you're talking nonsense Richard, as usual. Can't you get your head out of the gutter just this once. I'm starting to think that you're developing into a right pervert!"

 "Ha ha," I countered, "you're the one in dreamland thinking about his big cock!"

 "Oh you're impossible," she stormed. She knocked back her drink in one go. "Take me home. I've had a busy day and I'm ready for bed!"

 As she stormed out of the bar in front of me she didn't see me nod goodbye to Adam. He returned my nod with a knowing smile. I would talk to him at work for his version of tonight's events.





* * *



Tonight was the night.

 Tonight I was going to have my sick fantasy fulfilled because tonight I was going to watch my twenty odd year old work colleague seduce and then probably fuck my wife.

 My emotions were still all over the place about it though. I had pretty much convinced myself that I wanted to watch her being fucked but I still wasn't sure whether I could cope with the potential fallout afterwards. Would I be able to come to terms with her infidelity even if it had been caused by me! I was beginning to think that I had the potential to be a psychiatrist's wet dream. They would be lining up round the corner to get the chance to look inside my perverted mind!

 I had a nervous knot playing havoc inside my stomach as I fussed round my wife in the bedroom. I was hoping to appear nonchalant as I helped her select her outfit for tonight. She always asked my opinion no matter what she tried on but I thought tonight she might figure something was the matter if I became too pushy in my choices for her.

 I had preplanned a bit though. The easy part had been her choice of dress. I had steered her in the direction of her body contour dress that moulded itself to her fabulous shape perfectly. I knew that if she wore that she wouldn't bother wearing panties, not even a thong as she would be worried about panty lines. The problem was, if she went without panties then she would always wear tights with a cotton gusset. Very unsexy! So this was where my bit of pre-planning had come in. She very rarely wore tights these days as her work uniform consisted of trousers. I found a brand new pack of three pairs in her lingerie drawer. Putting a ladder in each pair had been a simple task but opening and resealing the package without damaging it was an altogether much more complicated affair. I solved that issue on the night by making a big show of ripping it open for her.

 She was annoyed but not upset when she found every single one ruined and swore she would take them back to the shop for a refund.

 "Now what am I going to do?" she sighed exasperatedly.

 "You could always put on stockings and suspenders," I said helpfully, holding up a pair I'd just found in her drawer.

 She gave me that odd look that women often use. 

 "Why not," I said. "You've obviously bought them in the past, so you might as well wear them now."

 "Oh I suppose so," she replied as she began to root around in the drawer looking for her suspender belt.

 I watched as she dressed. God she looked so sexy. How I wished I could fuck her myself right here, right now.

 "Do I look okay?" she asked as she slipped on her high heel shoes.

 I looked down at them. "You're wearing those." It was a pair I didn't particularly like, Besides that they had a really low heel.

 "I want my feet to be comfortable," she said defensively.

 "Come on Elizabeth. At least make an effort. You've put on a great dress, you look fantastic and you want to ruin it all by wearing those." I made a good show of shaking my head in disgust.

 "Okay, okay," she sighed. She slipped the shoes off and rummaged around in the bottom of her wardrobe eventually surfacing with two different pairs.

 "Which do you think," she said, as she put a shoe from each pair on her feet. 

 "Not sure," I replied. "I can never make my mind up if you do it like that. Put each pair on separately and then we'll see which ones look the best."

 "I think these ones," Elizabeth said pointing to the pair she tried on first.

 "Nah, I think the ones you've got on now," I replied. They go with the dress better than the first pair. It wasn't just that, they were slightly higher as well which to me was far more important.

 "Okay, if you're sure they look alright," she said hesitantly.

 "You look sensational ... as always," I said. "Good enough to fuck!"

 Elizabeth gave me a benign smile.

 We had been invited to a party, which was being held at one of the biggest properties in the area. It was an old manor house with huge landscaped gardens, reputedly designed years and years ago by Capability Brown. Now whether that was true or not it didn't matter as they were widely renowned as being spectacular.

 The party was being held to raise funds for a cluster of local charities, something that my company supported each and every year. Consequently most of our staff were present.

 When we arrived we were met and taken straight to the bar to collect a free aperitif. As we sipped at those I scanned the room, wondering if Adam had arrived yet.

 People kept coming up to say hello although the men ignored me and just seemed to stare at Elizabeth's cleavage. She of course was oblivious to the attention her breasts were receiving.

 And then I saw him walking towards us.

 "Sweetheart, this is Adam," I said casually introducing Elizabeth to her seductor for the evening.

 If she was shocked to see the man who'd groped her ass and dry humped her in the bar the other night she didn't show it. Give credit where credit's due my wife hid it well. "Yes, of course," she smiled sweetly as she shook Adam's hand. "Richard's often talked about you. How are you and how are you liking working for the company?"

 "Great," Adam replied with a broad smile. "Things are just fine." 

 He made a big show of looking her over. "I know we've only just met so I hope you don't take offence about me saying this but you look fantastic. I love the colour of your dress. It really compliments your eyes."

 "Oh thank you, you're very kind." Elizabeth blushed coyly. I could tell she was flattered. "It's nice to be appreciated by a young man," she smiled brightly.

 "Not at all. It's a pleasure to be in the company of someone as stunning as you." Adam was laying it on thick.

 Elizabeth giggled like a young schoolgirl as she touched his arm with her hand. "Now you're just being silly but thank you anyway," she said. I looked away trying hard to stifle a laugh.

 "I never joke about a thing like that," Adam said with a more serious and intense look on his face.

 I saw a look of uncertainty flash across Elizabeth's face before she smiled nervously.

 It was game on!

 "I'll go get some drinks," I said hurriedly as I eased myself away from the happy couple. I took my time, glancing over in their direction every now and again to see if my wife was responding to Adam. I noticed her giggling a couple of times. That was a good sign. Elizabeth likes men who make her laugh, so Adam was off to a great start.

 I returned with our drinks and handed them round. I needed to separate myself from Elizabeth and Adam without it appearing too obvious but I still needed to be near enough so that I could hear what was being said. A major part of my fantasy was seeing and hearing the seduction. It wasn't all about the fucking.

 As I casually looked around the room, luck was most definitely on my side as stood nearby I saw John Simmons and a couple of his department's co-workers. Now John is the world's most boring man. Make a mistake and ask him a question and he'll drone on for hours, barely pausing for breath. He doesn't need or even ask for your views on the subject. Normally I'd avoid him like the plague but tonight he was ideal. He couldn't have been better placed than if I'd moved him there myself. He was just the right distance away that I would be detached enough from Adam and Elizabeth that they would feel free to talk openly but just close enough to overhear their conversation if I could manage to switch off and blank out the sound of John's voice. I knew all I had to do was nod or grunt in agreement occasionally.

 I made my excuses and joined John's group and entered into their conversation for a short while just to give Adam and Elizabeth time to get used to me not being there. It didn't take long.

 "No, no, as I said before Elizabeth, you are a stunning woman." Adam was back to this topic of conversation again. 

 "And I say, I'm not. I admit I'm flattered by what say, as any woman would be but you're being silly if you think I am. I'm too old for one thing!"

 I saw Adam shake his head. I knew what he was feeling. It was like battering your head against a brick wall with my wife sometimes. I don't think she got just how good she looked to a lot of men.

 "Okay, let me prove it to you then." Adam took hold of her arm and turned her to face the rest of the room. "For a start, I don't think you're that old but just take a look around the room and pick out all the women here that you think are about the same age as you."

 I saw the initial confused look on Elizabeth's face and so apparently did Adam. He slid his arm around her waist and eased her against his body.

 "That lady there for instance," he nodded in the direction of a large woman in a rather revealing dress that was clearly far too small for her pear shaped body. I stifled a laugh as it was John Simmons' wife. Elizabeth knows her and also knows that she is a couple of years younger than her although she looks about ten years older. 

 "Or that lady there." Adam pointed across the room. 

 He picked out every single woman he could and I couldn't dispute any of his choices. They were all around the same age as my wife, some a bit younger.

 "Now you tell me Elizabeth, which one of those women looks as stunning as you?"

 I could see her struggling to say something in defence of the other women and failing miserably. There was no denying it no matter how hard she tried. None of them looked anywhere near as hot as her.

 "Now look at the younger women here. Her and her ... and her over there." He wafted his hand in the general direction of a few others. 

 "But she's pretty," Elizabeth protested, "and her."

 "Surface gloss Elizabeth. It's all a mirage. They're all trying too hard, wearing far too much make up. He smiled at her as he took her hands in his. 

 "You on the other hand, your make up is flawless. It compliments you, not define or make you. You have that inner beauty that comes from the soul. You are a true woman. All these others are just pale imitations." He squeezed her hands. 

 God but he was good! I had no idea what he was on about but it certainly seemed to be having the desired effect on Elizabeth. She seemed to have a bit of a far away look in her eyes. I also noticed that she was drinking quite a lot. It seemed without me noticing that Adam had snaffled a bottle of wine to themselves and most of it appeared to be disappearing down my wife's throat.

 "So you see Elizabeth, that's why you are stunning to me. That's why my cock reacted as it did the other night. It couldn't help but get erect when I was in your presence because age is unimportant. It's a primal thing. The only thing that matters is the connection between two people. Compatibility is the key to any relationship no matter how brief that may be. It is often all about the moment!"

 I could see Elizabeth's breathing had become a little bit laboured as Adam poured it on, a sure sign he was getting to her. He placed a hand on her hip and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. As he pulled back his hand remained where it was and I saw her mouth the word okay. His hand slid off her hip down onto her ass. Moving languorously it covered every square inch of her ass revelling in every curve and valley of her perfectly formed heart shaped ass cheeks. He had obviously asked permission first. At least he was being polite.

 Elizabeth leaned into him as if trying to hide what he was doing to her from prying eyes. I can tell you, the only person watching was me and my stomach was in knots. A man was groping my wife's ass and I was loving it ... I think!

 I could only surreptitiously watch them now. They weren't quite pressed together but it was close and they were now talking in whispers. They were still trying to act with a degree of decorum but it was obvious to me that Elizabeth was well and truly primed. I had just watched her knock back another glass of wine but this last one was all in one go. I remembered from our courting days it was a sure sign that I was absolutely guaranteed a quick fuck in the back seat of my car on the way home.




Elizabeth York Pt. 04



And then it happened. I saw Adam lean to whisper something in Elizabeth's ear. I saw her look up and as she turned I could see her eyes were ablaze. She nodded and mouthed something in reply, which I took as her agreement as they then exited the room to go outside.

 I moved away from John Simmons and his co-workers. I doubt he even knew I had left. As I walked swiftly after my wife and out into the garden I could still hear his dull voice droning on in the background.

 Descending the terrace steps I looked down the central path of the formal gardens and in the distance could make out the shapes of two people. I hurried after them.

 Adam had stopped by a large statue. It was a replica of The Kiss by Rodin. You know the one. The one with the nude lovers! Very appropriate I thought cynically. I wasn't sure if Adam realised where he had stopped or indeed the symbolism this portrayed. Somehow I doubted it.

 I pulled off the path and plunged through a gap in the hedge. I cautiously made my way along behind it until I figured I was about level with where they had stopped. I couldn't hear a thing. I started to panic. Had I come too far, or not far enough and if so how was I going to locate them. And furthermore if they were here how was I going to see them anyway. The hedge was too thick.

 I cocked my head to one side and strained to hear. I could make out voices. They were quiet but not so quiet that I couldn't hear them clearly in the still night air.

 I moved slowly along, feeling my way and being careful not to fall into the hedge or trip up over any exposed tree roots. I paused again to listen. The voices were stronger now. I was moving in the right direction.

 And suddenly, there they were. Through a fortuitous gap in the hedge I could see them. My wife and her soon to be lover. I was in darkness but they were lit by moonlight, visible only to me as the statue hid them from the main house.

 "Do you miss your mom then?" Elizabeth asked. They were standing fairly close together and Adam had his hands round her waist. Her arms were down by her sides. Not a great start. At the very least I thought she would have had them wrapped around his neck. In fact I thought they would be kissing by now given their location. Surely they couldn't have failed to see what the statue was?

 I had obviously missed the conversation leading up to this point. God only knows how Adam had arrived at talking about his mother. What the hell would possess a man to talk about his mother to a woman he wants to fuck. Especially when said woman is old enough to be his mother! It seemed a strange choice of subject but hey, what do I know.

 I saw Adam lean into my wife, his lips very close to her ear.

 "I miss her terribly," he breathed huskily, "we were ... very close." I saw his hand drop from Elizabeth's waist onto her ass. He pulled her a little bit closer. Elizabeth shuffled her feet nearer. It was either that or she would overbalance in the 5" heels shoes I had made her wear.

 "Oh I see," Elizabeth said. It was obvious by her tone of voice she didn't.

 "You know, she didn't want me to take the job here. I'm all she's got and she requires me to be close to her at all times, to protect her, to see to her ... needs! 

 "Oh!" Elizabeth said. She paused. I could sense she wanted to know more but was too embarrassed to press for more information. "Why is that?" Maybe not that embarrassed then!

 "Ah well you see ... she gets a lot of unwanted attention. She's very beautiful." Adam paused just the right amount of time. God he was good at this.

 "Just like you." Adam leant forward and kissed my wife tenderly on her full red lips. I felt my cock jerk to attention. That was so hot and so skilfully done. I swear I saw my wife almost swoon in his arms as she accepted his kiss.

 "You remind me a lot of my mother," he said breaking the kiss. I could see Elizabeth had her eyes closed and was kissing fresh air as he pulled away. He didn't go far though. He was just giving himself room to bring a hand up onto one of her massive boobs.

 "She too has large, firm breasts." He squeezed her boob as he kissed her lips. 

 "And a fantastic ass, just like yours". He kissed her again as his other hand moved in circles across her ass cheeks.

 "You are a beautiful woman," he said seductively.

 "No I'm not," I heard my wife whisper in reply. 

 "Oh but yes, you are." He kissed her again but this time their lips locked together for longer. Her arms coiled around his neck, one hand sinking into his hair as she pressed her body firmly into his. She tilted her head to one side as they kissed each other with more urgency, their lips mashing together as their tongues entered each others mouths and entwined in a lust driven frenzy.

 I was jealous. Elizabeth had never kissed me like that. Not with that much emotion. Never with that much passion.

 He removed his hand from her breast. I was surprised as I knew how much Elizabeth liked her boobs being groped. I thought he was making a mistake by letting her come off the boil. But no. He just wanted to work on her ass with both hands.

 He took a firm hold of her delicious, heart shaped ass cheeks and pulled her roughly into his body. He thrust himself forward and began to dry hump my wife into his crotch.

 "Do you remember this from the other night?" he grunted.

 "Ohh my ..." Elizabeth groaned quietly, the words slightly mangled as he pressed his lips to hers once more and kissed her hard.

 After a few minutes he broke away, leaving her kissing fresh air again as he stood before her. He ran his eyes over the full length of her body. I could scarcely breathe myself and was wondering how he must be feeling as he surveyed my wife's body, knowing that he could pretty much do what he wanted with her.

 She half opened her eyes to look back at him. Her lips were slightly parted and I swear she was panting for breath.

 They had both moved slightly and because of this I didn't have the best of views anymore. It was time to shift my position. I silently crept over towards a small bush that I hoped would give me a better vantage point. It was well past the cover the hedge had provided but it was nearer and I didn't think I would be spotted as my new position was in complete darkness due to a stand of tall trees behind. They on the other hand were framed in some ambient light coming from the house in the distance. That and the remaining moonlight, which flitted in and out due to the increasing amount of cloud. Besides they were far too engrossed in what they were doing to be bothered about any possible interruptions.

 I could see my wife was now visibly shaking with arousal and it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. She was completely under his spell now. The combination of drink and his skilful manipulation of the conversation and the use of his hands on her body had all combined to make up one powerful aphrodisiac, which she was finding impossible to resist.

 He stepped forward and in a flash a hand went up under the hem of my wife's dress. I saw her jerk in shock but her legs parted instantly. I could tell he was staring into her eyes, gauging her reaction as his hand moved up the inside of her stocking covered thigh and up towards her mound. I knew he would find it wet and willing. She stiffened and seemed to rise up in her heels as he jammed his fingers up there.

 "Oh my ... oohhmmyygoddd ... " she hissed in surprise. Her body shuddered as he began to violently ram his fingers into her. He himself showed no sign of surprise that he'd found my wife wasn't wearing any underwear and it was perfectly clear that his fingers were actually well and truly up inside my wife's pussy.

 "You have a beautiful body Elizabeth. You remind me so much of my mother right now. She likes to kiss me too when I fondle her large tits ..."

 Elizabeth's eyes shot open before she groaned wildly and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him with such fury, her lips mashing with his as they deep throated each other with their tongues.

 My heart was pounding in my chest as Adam revealed hidden secrets about his supposed incest with his mother. It was so erotic that my normally flaccid cock was almost bursting at the seams.

 He broke away and continued, "... and especially when I stick my fingers up into the slick moistness of her pussy. She gets really wet too, just like you!"

 I knew I was turned on so God knows how Elizabeth must be feeling. 

 I soon found out.

 "Oohhmmyygoddd ..." Elizabeth's scream was quickly stifled by Adam's kisses. She bucked against him as she fought to suppress her obvious feelings of lust over Adam's revelations.

 It was all bullshit of course. It was all part of his plan to seduce my wife. Shocking her with tales of a possible incestuous relationship with his mother had clearly pushed all the right buttons judging by Elizabeth's reaction. I knew that it wasn't true. 

 Or did I? 

 I came to the conclusion that there was more to Adam than met the eye.

 He continued to pummel away inside her with his fingers. Elizabeth was gone, moaning and groaning into Adam's mouth as they continued to kiss passionately. I could hear how wet she was as the squelching sound got louder and louder.

 I saw her stiffen. I'd not seen her do that before. She paused for a few seconds and then her whole body shook as she came. She moaned and groaned uncontrollably, her orgasm ripping through her body as she thrust down with her hips and hammered her pussy into Adam's hand riding him hard. Adam didn't stop. He wasn't fazed by her actions. It was as if it was something he did every day. A seasoned professional.

 My cock was already in my hand. I'd got it out a while ago and it was rock hard now. The sound of my wife's orgasm tipped me over the edge and I grunted quietly as I emptied my balls out onto the bush in front of me. It was a good amount by my standards. When I had finished my cock was still fairly erect. Now that was a first! Usually it vanished as quickly as it had come.

 I looked back to Adam and Elizabeth. She was hanging on to him. It looked like her legs had buckled slightly. Not surprising really given the strength of her orgasm.

 Adam kissed her. Softly this time. She responded. It was the kiss of two lovers now. A romantic kiss.

 I felt my stomach muscles clench. It seemed to me that this had now moved past being just about sex.

 I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered and saw Adam ease the top of her dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. Her breasts had never looked bigger. Even from my vantage point I could see a large amount of flesh spilling over the top of her lacy bra. And I could distinctly see her nipples protruding through the fabric. They looked huge.

 Adam certainly seemed to appreciate them as he playfully flicked his fingers across them causing Elizabeth to groan in delight. He reached behind her back and unclipped the hooks of her bra. Usually this was something I struggled with but not him. He did it so easily. He removed her bra and watched in awe as her breasts jiggled and wobbled and then settled on her chest, standing there high and proud with no discernible sag evident. My wife has got incredible tits!

 "God but your tits are fabulous." He had stepped back a fraction and now took hold of her gigantic orbs. Elizabeth closed her eyes as he hefted them in his hands to appreciate their weight. He squeezed and fondled them, pushing them together, pulling them apart, groping them over and over again. "Oh fuuuck ..." he groaned. He was clearly loving the feel of my wife's tits in his hands. I knew how he felt. They were truly fantastic to hold and play with but then again I had a good memory!

 As he groped his way round the abundant flesh of her boobs his fingers were continually pinching at her swollen nipples, teasing them harder and harder. Even from where I was hidden I could see how big they were now.

 Elizabeth was moaning and groaning loudly as her arousal grew and grew. She loved her breasts and nipples being fondled like this and Adam was clearly an expert.

 He took hold of one large 38DD breast in both hands trying to squeeze it into a conical shape and then lowered his head to it. Taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could he closed his lips around it and sucked.

 He sucked and he sucked, his mouth slobbering all over my wife's boob. He concentrated on slurping and licking around her aureole and her swollen nipple but at the same time carried on groping and kneading the rest of her breast.

 Elizabeth bucked as he worked on her ceaselessly and when he bit down onto her hard and erect nipple she screamed.

 I was wanking myself to another erection already as I watched, mesmerised by Adam's skill in getting my wife so hot again so quickly.

 He came up for air but Elizabeth grabbed him to her and kissed him hard, wrapping a leg around his to pull him urgently into her mound. She was clearly gagging for it, an expression I'd heard in the past but never used myself. Tonight though, somehow it seemed appropriate.

 Disentangling himself from her loving embrace, Adam struggled to lift the bottom of Elizabeth's dress up over her hips. It was part his own fault though as he took a while coming to terms with my wife's stockings and suspenders as they came into sight. He seemed distracted by these and forgot momentarily what he was doing as he let his hands wander up and down her thighs, along her sheer stockings and began to play with the clips on the suspender belt. He wasn't unclipping them or anything like that, he just seemed to be getting a kick out of the feel of them between his fingers.

 Elizabeth seemed to like what he was doing as she continually ran her fingers through his hair as he bent down to investigate her legs more fully.

 With his curiosity sated, Adam finally succeeded in his original task. My wife looked a sight. Her dress was bunched up around her waist. Above it her pendulous breasts jutted superbly out from her chest whilst below her lovely legs with her stockings and high heels looked divine. And her full, round, heart shaped ass cheeks never looked better.

 Adam obviously thought so too. He kind of dragged her to the statue facing her towards it and bent her over at the waist.

 He dropped his trousers and his boxers. What I had seen partly flaccid in the changing rooms at the squash club was but a pale imitation to the monster dangling between his legs now. Even from a distance I could see it was fucking huge.

 He had hold of it in his hand but it seemed even he couldn't encircle it completely. Letting go, he moved behind my wife and took hold of her delicious ass cheeks. I could see the thing wobbling from side to side. It appeared to be mainly ramrod straight but with a distinct curve at the end. It was pointing up towards his stomach. It was certainly an impressive piece of meat. Bastard!

 He edged closer to my wife who turned to look at Adam over her shoulder. She looked to be excited but I couldn't be sure. I couldn't quite see. I decided to take a gamble and move my position again.

 My new hiding place was a small shrub. If they chose to look hard enough I would be quite visible but I figured they would be far too engrossed in what they were doing than to be looking around much.

 By the time I had made my move he had already rubbed his cock in between Elizabeth's ass cheeks presumably trying to lubricate the head of his enormous cock. I felt a surge of anticipation flood my senses. This was it then. I was about to have my sick fantasy fulfilled.

 My stomach was churning and I felt sick but god was I turned on!

 Adam bent Elizabeth a little bit lower. I could see her ass was sticking up to the sky. He nudged her with his knee encouraging her to open her legs wider for him. She would need them as wide as she could, anything to stretch open her pussy. This was going to be painful for her.

 My excitement was growing as he offered his cock up to her slit. He teased her for a while. I could tell by her hip movement she was more than ready but for some reason he was holding back. And then it hit me. Our earlier conversation. He was waiting for her to beg him to fuck her. Clever boy!

 She looked back over her shoulder. The look said it all. Why are you waiting?

 Adam smiled back at her. As he waited he continued to rub his cock over her slit.

 "Are you ... going ... going to put it in ..." Elizabeth groaned in frustration.

 "Are you sure you want me too, Elizabeth?" Adam replied. He rubbed her a little bit more causing her to squirm.

 He tentatively pushed forward, sliding part of the head inside and eliciting a sudden gasp of anticipation from Elizabeth, which turned to a disappointed groan as he pulled back.

 "Yes I'm sure," she replied with just a hint of exasperation in her tone.

 "I'm not sure you are," Adam replied cheekily. I thought he was playing a dangerous game but I'd have been in, come and gone long before now anyway. Adam was truly much more experienced at this than I was. Was there a school somewhere that taught this kind of thing?

 "Oh just put it in," Elizabeth snapped. Adam teased her with the end of his cock again only to leave her disappointed one more.

 "I want you to beg for it Elizabeth. My mother has to beg me for it so why shouldn't you!" Adam was being deliberately nasty or so I thought. 

 At the mention of his mother, Elizabeth immediately twitched and gasped. My god, this was really a turn on for her!

 "Please Adam, please put in ... I'm begging you ... please fuck me ... I need you to fuck me. Pleeaasse..."

 Adam finally had what he wanted.

 "Okay ... Mother!" he uttered with evil relish, "here it comes!" He pushed forward. As his cock head eased inside of her, Elizabeth made a low growling noise.

 "Oohhmmyygoddd ... fuuuck ..." Her head dropped down as she gritted her teeth. "Ooooohhhh ... fuuuuucckk ..." she groaned as Adam pushed a bit more inside her.

 I could only imagine what he was doing to her pussy lips. Judging by the size of his shaft they must be stretched to the limit by now I thought.

 Adam must have sensed she was struggling to accommodate his girth and eased himself out.

 "Relax Elizabeth," he murmured to her, "it'll make it easier if you relax ..."

 "It's not you ... that's cheating on your husband though is it ..." she gasped.

 I was astounded. It hadn't crossed my mind she would feel this way. I had been so wrapped up in my fantasy, trying to satisfy my sick cravings that it hadn't crossed my mind that she would have a conscience about cheating on me. Although it struck me that it had taken until now for her conscience to surface, when she already had someone else's cock being shoved up inside her.

 Her feelings disturbed me. But not enough to want to put a stop to it.

 "Go on Adam, stick it in her," I whispered to myself.

 Adam guided his cock back to her wet and willing slit. He smacked at it a couple of times before easing the colossal head back inside.

 "Oohhmm ... oohhmmyygoddd ... noooo ..." Elizabeth cried out in pain. She looked back over her shoulder at Adam. In the moonlight I could see the look of anguish etched all over her face.

 "Noooo ... pleeaassee ... ooohhh ... oooooooo ... fuuucckk ..." she screamed as Adam pushed forward more forcibly. He was rocking back and forth as he pushed a little deeper with every thrust of his hips.

 He took a hand off her ass and moved it under her body to where her large breasts were dangling invitingly, shimmying back and forth. He captured one and spread his hand wide to span the gap to the other. His fingers stretched as he managed to touch the nipples on both her magnificent orbs at the same time.