5 comments/ 35702 views/ 31 favorites A Loving Brother in Law By: qualitywheat Sally Kendra had been on her sofa giving herself a damn good fingering, she had been feeling as horny as hell all day, and now she was at home, her knickers were around her ankles, her knees pushed outwards, except for the times they drove inward as she clipped herself. She loved and hated it when this happened, she hated it when her horniness took her over, but she adored the feelings of relief her searching fingers gave her. She had left work early by about an hour today so she could dash home for this. She had only just started, and her eyes were closed from the sensual enjoyment it was giving her. She had her short skirt hitched up to her waist, she had opened the front of her blouse, and lifted her bra to get at her nipples, She hadn't heard the door open in her yard, and she hadn't heard him call out to her. Now he was stood in the doorway peering through the crack, and he also had on now, a fucking big hard on, all because of the fabulous sight he was witnessing. Sally was a beautiful sensuous woman, long legged, big titted, very large sensitive nipples, as her sleek and succulent pussy was just as sensitive. Sally was a narrow wasted, long haired, full lipped sexy faced marvel to any man who had the honour of seeing her, or even being in her company. He had been wanting to seduce her for some time, or even just to fuck, even if it was just the once, at least he would be able to say before he died that he had fucked and made love to Sally Kendra. No one would ever know though, because how could he tally anyone he had done the lovely dirty deed! Steeling himself for what he was about to do, he took a deep breath, he stepped out of his shoes, undid the belt on his trousers, lowered the zip and left one button to keep them up until the moment arrived. He walked in, his eyes glued to her closed ones, and he approached her. As he got to her, her eyes flew open, she must have sensed him standing there. It paralysed her for a moment before she acted. "What!" she stuttered, Sally jumped up, then she stumbled and fell over, she immediately cursed herself for not at least pulling one foot out of her knickers. They had tripped her, and now she was heading for the floor face down. Her skirt stayed hoisted around her waist, her blouse stayed pulled open an apart, and incongruously, although she didn't realise it, the two fingers of her right hand stayed in her pussy. As her left arm reached out to help her land as soft as she could, he, seeing the opportunity, went with her. As Sally landed with a 'whooooof' of air from her, he landed on his knees each astride her left leg. His left hand went to the middle of her back to keep her there, his right hand dipped under and sank into the still hot depths of Sally's soft, extremely wet, slippy and shaven pussy. She squealed as he felt her, she felt the fingers jostling for position in her sweet pussy, he fingered her, her lovely rounded ass lifted and waggled as if in an attempt to get away from them. Sally should have given up right then, there was no way on earth now that he wouldn't be sinking his hot thick heavy member into the pussy he had so yearned for. "Get off me, leave me alone you bastard!" she shouted, both of her hands were now down the front of her body, trying to wrestle the damning fingers out of her pussy. She tried rolling one way then the other, but his hand was hard down on her back, he was sat on her leg, and his knees were trapping her. "Please Simon don't," she called, "let me go and I won't say anything to anyone about this?" His finger pad ran over her clit, the bit she had been murdering herself. "Argggggh," she cried, "no Simon please stop, don't Oh God don't, Argggggh!" He rubbed it again, it was almost too much for Sally to bear. She had been so close to cumming when this had occurred, another thirty seconds, she would have definitely cum, and this would not be a reality. She would have seen him, and got into a position where any attempt from him, again, would have been thwarted. But this time, this time things were different, she was in a very high state of arousal. He had seen it, and known it, and now she was in more serious trouble, greater jeopardy of giving in to another man, for the first time in her life, and it would have to be him, Simon! His fingers were right where they shouldn't be, or put another way, right where they should be. Simon was a lecherous womaniser, not a nasty person, but a woman lover of the flesh. And for a twenty year old young man he was well versed in the opposite sex, And there was no finer verse than Sally Kendra his sister, than he wanted to sing it. He was the youngest of three boys, or now men. Sally was Lenny's wife, his brother and older by seven years, and Sally sat right in between them at nearly twenty four. He had told her at their wedding, as she swished around in her beautiful silk gown, that one day he would get her. Even though at the time he was legally underage, she had smiled at him and whispered, "You wish!" And he had told her that she would be more than willing to make love to him when he did. Sally was as yet still unaware of it, but that the moment of truth had arrived, and that Simon's fingers were doing the walk in her. Simon had had more women than you could shake a stick at, he was devilishly good looking in a gypsy sort of way, tousled black wavy hair, swarthy complexion, tall at 6ft 3" exuded sex appeal, oozed it in fact, he had enough of it to sink a battleship! An absolutely engaging smile, and a body to die for. His peers hated him for it, and married men of the wives he knew, feared him for it. He had been seducing women of all ages and creeds as soon as he found out about the power of flesh in flesh, women wanted him, he had sexed two of his teachers, some of his friend's mothers, wives of colleagues of his dad, and various other women he had met along the way. No one knew about them, well, not too many anyway. He was a born bad boy, and he was the boy every girl's mother warned them to stay away from, but many, or most of them never did. He had seduced two of past girlfriends mothers too. They all wanted to tame him, none succeeded, he was his own man, he treated every woman he seduced with total respect, never badly. But every one of them saw and read total danger in his eyes, he was an irresistible magnet to nearly every one he met. That was except Sally his sister, she had seen the signs when he was a lot younger, she knew a couple of girls who had lowered the flags to him. And Sally had made sure he never got too close, he was trouble, and he was danger, she knew that, and, she admitted to herself, he was so exciting in his manner. The way he talked, looked at you, winked at you, and saying unsaid, "I want you badly, so badly!" It was in his eyes, it sounded like a ships claxon in your head, going off in fog, to the women and girls he was around, Sally too. Sally was in the biggest trouble of her life, all of her virtues were being called into question. She had forcibly made herself a virgin before she married, much to Simon's brother's chagrin. Her virtue was intact until the night of her wedding. Simon wouldn't have let her, he would have had her from the off. And on the odd occasion she had thought about it, she knew he would have too. But now she needed her husband to walk through the door and save her, she knew he wouldn't be, he was over seven hundred miles away on a very lucrative contract. By now Sally's pussy was giving way to the fingers creating more and more havoc within her. She fought, but he was far bigger than her, more determined than her, he was the alpha male here, she was the female in heat. Because Sally, was already in the throes of her own sexual fulfilment when he had happened upon her. "Simon," she gasped as he caressed her clit and pussy, she was still trying to get them out, but it was a losing battle. She was giving in to the desires she had in her, hidden secret desires, now wondering what he was really like in bed, or to have a rampant sex session with him, a one off? Sally rested on the soft rug she was lying on, her hands came away from her pussy, and lay at her side, her face buried into rug, her hair shrouding her lovely face as if trying to protect her from seeing her surrender to her younger sexy brother. Inside she knew this battle was lost, she needed sexing badly, her husband wasn't here. But her young brother in law was, and the thoughts of him. Though firmly rejected in her mind in the past, were realising themselves. Her body convulsed the way it does when it was finally receiving the attention it was demanding from her, the fact that it was her brothers fingers doing the damage was of no consequence to her pussy now. Sally wanted cock, a cock that would satisfy the craving she had unwittingly started, her seducer was on the horizon as yet unseen, and it was too late to even think of not going on, not now. He knew she was ready for him, her pussy was burning his fingers, she was leaking all over, her ass was twitching as if it was being slapped. He had been here often enough to know when a women needed what he had, it was time. Then Sally spoke softly, as if in fear. "Simon?" she breathed huskily through her hair, "don't make me wait, hurry please?" Sally wasn't to know that she was asking him to make love to her, it was her mind and pussy offering her body to him. He quickly undid the button, his trousers fell to his knees, and he placed them inside of hers, making her open up like a flower. Then he leaned over her, hands on the rug at each side of her shoulders and Simon slid into Sally's unploughed, by another man, hot sweet pussy. Sally moaned in unutterable pleasure as his girth forced her apart, the strength of it pushing her wide to accommodate him. Then Simon settled on her back. He was all the way in, he had found in the past that most women, in that first instant of a new cock's intrusion, liked to savour the feeling, as if their pussy was measuring it for future reference, Sally was no different. "You beautiful bastard Simon," she moaned though her hair again, all semblance of resistance now up in the air as she felt the weight of him, and his cock doing what a man's cock was meant to do. "You are too sexy by half," she whispered, "now make love to me, and do it properly or I will kill you!" She demanded. Simon grinned, and told himself, "Just who am I to disobey such an order!" Being where he was, in his brother's beautiful wife's shaven pussy, where he had wanted to be since he had met her, where he was, and telling her at her wedding that one day he would be, gave him all the inspiration needed, if any was to be needed? Simon withdrew in a long and easy stroke, going back in just as lengthily, and slowly, Sally mewled under him, she wanted him to go faster, to go harder, to finish her off, to give her what she so desperately needed. But again Simon knew all the tricks, and his favourite was, "Treat them mean, keep them keen!" Sally humped her ass up when he was going back in, he slowed to almost a stop, she gave in again and lay still, it was agonisingly arousing, feeling his cock in her but having no control over its movements. Simon did this until he felt she was about to start getting upset, he had no wish for that. So, pulling almost the entire way out, he drove it back in so swiftly, and so hard, Sally cried out in pain and complete surprise. But before she had time to utter a word he was in and out like lightening. Sally's pussy blew up, her muscles tightened around him and she exploded in a plethora of stars and fireworks, rockets went off in her lovely head, and her whole body ignited in a firebomb way. She came so hard she spit her cum out of her between his cock and her pussy. Her fingers were trying to dig into and get a hold of the rug, her toes were curling into it, her hips pressed down on it, as she tried to save herself for the atomic detonation she knew would be coming in a second. It landed, bounced, then went off, Sally thought her life was ending, she hoped it would, this was so wonderfully unbearable. She had never had such a glorious climax as this one. It knifed through her severing all reason, all artery's, she died right there. Simon was watching her, he had to make sure she got all the way there before he himself unloaded, when he saw that, he powered on and blew bottles full of hot, thick steamy cum into and right up inside of her. He slowed and stopped, then lifted himself away, Sally lay there beaten, fucked, and dead. He stood quickly, and hurried away, locked the house up, and returned to her. He picked her up gently, then he carried her upstairs to her bed. He laid her in it, shrugged off the rest of his clothes. Got in with his beautiful sister and undressed her too. Then she was in his arms as she rested serenely up against him. Sally didn't know it yet but that wasn't a one off, and she would be going nowhere but back under him several more times this night, and tomorrow. Simon smiled at that, rested his cheek in her hair and waited for her to get herself together. "The next one might be a bit of a battle," he reminded himself. He felt a hand seep around his waist, then a nail dug in to his ribs and kept on digging until he jumped from it. "You are a horrible nasty bastard Simon, why did you do that, why me? You can have almost any woman you want, but you wanted me, your brother's wife, why?" her tears were palpable, she sobbed quietly. If Simon had been someone else he would have felt guilty, very guilty, he did a little, but not a lot. "You Sally, are the most beautiful, and sexiest woman I have ever known." He told her, "I told you at your wedding I would get you one day, so don't tell me you are surprised by it." Sally never spoke, she remembered alright, but she had always thought he wouldn't get the chance, and even if he did he would get absolutely nowhere. "How wrong can you be," she asked herself. "It doesn't make it right Simon," she said, "you know that, you should have had the strength not to make me do it." she told him sorrowfully. Now Simon decided to attack, the best form of defence was? Attack. "So," he said softly into her hair, "tell me you didn't like it, love it even, and tell me you didn't have the blow out you had, go on Sally, tell me!" She never replied, she lay there thinking, "He's right, I know he is, but he still shouldn't have," she said to herself. Sally was having a conversation with him, and one with herself! He moved slightly and gently squeezed a nipple, Sally knocked his hand away. "Don't," she said hotly, but Simon noticed she hadn't yet moved away from him yet, or left the bed. He squeezed it again, and again she knocked his hand away. "She's biding her time," he told himself, "waiting for the right time to give in again, to make it look like I made her do it again!" Again he squeezed, and again she knocked his hand away but not so vigorously, he went straight back to it, and gave it another harder squeeze this time. Her voice was soft and quiet, "Please Simon don't, it's not right, you know it isn't?" He ignored her plea, and attached his fingers and thumb once more. "Simon, Simon please, Oh Simon don..." She struggled against him, but the struggle was really within herself. "You're not going to stop are you Simon?" Now he knew, this was her way of giving in, she had to, she couldn't stop him, she was innocent once more. "Not a chance!" he told her firmly but gently. Now Sally gave him the permission he was seeking, and she gave herself the protection that she had tried to defend her honour. "Oh alright then, go on, do what you want to me," she said almost resignedly, "I don't care, make love to me again, I can't stop you can I, you are too strong for me You are going to do me again no matter what I say aren't you, I have to give in to you don't I?" Simon nearly shouted with glee, now he had her for the whole weekend, it was Friday, early in the evening, and she was on her own until she had to go to work on Monday morning. Sally was saving face to herself, she had begged him not to, but he wouldn't stop, she had no option but to do as he said. He pushed her onto her back, took her wrist and guided her hand to his cock, she grasped it, and Sally gasped at it. "Oh Simon, oh Simon," was all she could gabble, then he kissed her for the first time. He broke it, looked at her and kissed her once more. This time his gorgeous sister went for it too, and kissed him back passionately. In her mind she told herself that this was unstoppable, Simon was unstoppable, he was going to screw her once more, protest or no protest. She yanked at his cock, forcing herself under him. "You have to make him happy, don't you Sally, you've got to!" she reasoned in her head. Further saving face by telling herself that she had to make 'him' happy. Simon needed no further prompting, he got over her, looked down at her now expectant face, kissed her, held himself in position and poised for effect. Sally took the bait and hooked her feet over his thighs, "Do it!" she growled felinely. He thudded right in, it forced the breath out of Sally's wide open mouth, she expected a scream, all she got was a husky mumbled muttering. Simon was in and out at breakneck speed, she wanted and needed this, he was going to give her it. There would be no more protests from his beautiful brother's wife, not if he had anything to do with it. Sally clamped her gorgeous frame to him, nails deep in his back drawing blood, feet tight over him, and she was biting and gnawing at his neck and shoulders before release hit her, she orgasmed. Simon ploughed on and on. His stamina was endless and Sally was going to be one very sore pussy battered lady later. Simon knew he wouldn't cum again for some time, even he couldn't manufacture that. But Sally had no option but to cum time and again, he drained her. She kept losing her grip until she could no longer hang on to him. Simon had routed her into utter defeat, not that he was looking to do so. But Sally now knew something she had never known of anyway. What it was like for the first time ever, to fully, and completely surrender to a man. Simon went through the motions of cumming himself, he grunted and groaned. He knew it was time for them to rest, Sally made the effort to hold him tight whilst he came in her, she didn't know he hadn't. This was one reason Simon was the lover he was, it was all for the woman, her satisfaction was his too. He slipped gently off her, snuggled her into him, and held her, kissed her, kissed her eyes, her ears, her nose, her cheek. Entwining her body with his, letting her know she was the most important woman on earth, Sally snuggled back in to him, she was a happy woman, he had made her so. "We need to shower Simon, you stink like a drain, come on ," she said, took his hand and pulled him after her, he went willingly, no matter what she told him to do, he would do it, apart from to leave! She turned it on and ushered him in, taking the soap she knelt down and began to wash his feet, working her way up his legs. "I hope she stops for a while," he said to himself as her hands caught his balls. Sally had every intention of making a pit stop, but this wasn't formulae one, this was a go slow race to her. She caressed his testicles, rubbed his cock, got him nice and clean. Then she dropped the soap to take his cock into her lovely mouth, her hands cupped him, she sucked hard and long, kissed him, took each ball into her mouth. Sally as going to stay where she was until she had made him cum, no matter how long it took. She loved sucking his older brother's cock, but even she had to admit she liked sucking this one better. She poked a finger into his ass, she sucked and licked, until Simon felt that unmistakable surge in his belly. It was cum time he smiled happily. A Loving Brother in Law He took her head in his hands, she looked up at him, her eyes saying, "you cumming?" his eyes answered in the affirmative, Sally readied herself for what she wasn't sure. Simon stood on his toes and let loose, his ejaculation took Sally by surprise, it was so forceful he almost blew her off him, but she hung on and emptied him completely. She sucked him dry totally, Simon sank against the wall. "This is what it's all about," he admitted gleefully to himself. Sally let him go and slowly rose up to him. "You are a terrific cock sucker Sally, hate to be crude, but you are the best!" He told her. Sally grinned at the accolade, and cupped his balls, "These aren't too bad either," she told him. They shared a seriously loving kiss. "But you are still a naughty nasty bastard Simon, seducing me this way!" Then she looked him square in the eye. "But I'm so glad you did, you are a wonderful bad boy lover, you are just too sexy, that's your problem," she told him with a fabulous sexy lip locking tongue poking kiss. They dried and went back to bed, Sally remade it with clean linen, and they fell back in laughing. They spent an inordinate amount of time loving, kissing, fondling, poking, hugging and sucking. Sally loved the way he mastered her nipples, he told her he could spend the rest of his life in bed loving her if he had the chance. This made Sally stop and think, there was no turning the clock back now, what was done, was done. She had been taken by her brother, but not now, now she was a willing and complicit participant. "Steven will be ringing at nine Simon, I want you to step out when h does okay?" she said "No problem Sally, but think of this when you chat to him too?" he laughed and waggled his cock at her. Sally laughed but said, "No I won't!" Simon poked his finger into her ass to see what her reaction would be, it was immediate. "Don't Simon, I don't like that, it's dirty!" He was surprised he assumed she would like it, her and his brother hadn't done it then? He thought. "I'll have to alter that little blip then won't I?" He told himself, tomorrow she would get it. The phone rang, she asked him to leave, he got out of bed, and walked to the door, he turned when he got there, pointed at his cock, and said, "don't forget to remember Sally?" he grinned at her. Sally's breath caught in her throat, he looked magnificent stood like that, tousled hair, a sexy grin, a fantastic body, and eyes that could melt iron. She watched his ass disappear round the door, and his cock swing each way as he did. "Hi Steven how are you?" she said gaily. She thought of him hundreds of miles away, in his hotel alone, and in her head she was seeing Simon's cock and remembering. "I miss you Steven," she continued, "I wish you were here instead of being so far away." "I miss you too sweetheart, but I'll be home by Monday afternoon, we can make up for it then right?" he told her. "Yes I know Steven, but I want you here right now, I want to play!" she whined sexily. "Sally I want to play too, but unfortunately, you're there and I'm here." "I want a good hard body Steven, stop messing with me!" She heard him laugh, he always did when she was upset, but he knew what she meant, his wife was a very sexual woman. He also worried that one day while he was away she would give into temptation. He didn't know how right he was! "I need sexing Steven, just get done as quick as you can and get here, Capiche!" She told him. She was glaring at the wall, her eyes unseing. Her husband got the message though. "I'll be home ASAP Sally I promise, tell you what babe, shall I give Simon a call, he'll sort you out until I get back!" and he laughed uproariously. He knew his wife always gave him a wide berth. Sally stared in disbelief at the phone, "I can do that myself!" she shouted. Her husband apologised for his foolishness. Sally focussed once more, and there right in front of her was Simon and his cock, and it was pointing right at her. He had come back in, and she hadn't even noticed he had, she had been so engrossed on the phone. "I have to go Steven, something's come up," she said, her hand was grasping the phone tightly, her knuckles were white. Her other hand had closed over Simon's cock and it was grasping that just as tightly. "Come up, come up Sally, what do you mean?" he asked her perplexed. His beautiful young wife thought quickly, "Sorry Steven, Dr Shivago has just started on the TV, you know it's my favourite film of all time." Her hand was already sliding up and down Simon's hard unforgiving cock. Her husband apologised again, and said his goodbyes, telling her he loved her. Sally said she loved him too, and kissed Simon's tomato headed cock end. Then she engulfed it as her hand searched for the cradle to put the handset down, it fell to the floor. Simon had the wherewithal to depress the button to cut it off, he had no desire for his brother to listen while his gorgeous wife sucked him off, again! He took the decision that this one was for him, he put his hands under Sally's ass, lifted her up and threw her backwards on to the bed. In an instant he was balls deep and banging the life out of her. This was what Sally had been telling her husband she wanted, Simon had heard her, and now he was giving her it, and how! Sally was in orgasmic heaven, her pussy was full to the top, she was howling into his chest as he literally throttles her with his cock. She felt him in her chest cavity, he was so far up her, she knew also that her hips were in danger of being broken such was the power of his crashing heart rending thumps into her. Sally had never been screwed like this, she didn't even know it was possible to be fucked so hard. Sweat was running off her forehead, she brought her shapely knees up as high as she could get them to try to protect her hip bones, which were weakening with every bone jarring thrust from her young and very dynamic brother. Simon just viewed this as another conquest, a very special conquest never the less. He wouldn't forget this that was for sure, he looked at the serene beauty of his brother's wife, she was one delicious lady, par excellence, he told himself. That's when he decided her would go after Edna, his middle brother's wife, she was a dark haired woman of some Mexican or South American ancestry. But for now he concentrated on Sally, who couldn't? He battered her harder than any woman he ever had, he was determined to make sure she would never forget this, and she wouldn't. Sally was consumed with the love for what was happening to her. His cock was the most magnificent thing she had ever known, and coupled with that was Simon himself. What this boy possessed she knew not, but she wished she had global rights to it. He had sheer dynamism, his magnetism, his tousled boyish looks, his tight and super fit body. His devilish ways and behaviour, the uncontrollable bad in him, it was, he was everything women didn't want to know, and few would resist. Sally exalted in her fabulous utter seduction now, Simon was the perfect lover, although she knew this had to be once and once only, even if it meant locking her doors forever to him. She orgasmed easily now, she had given herself over and was enjoying the moment(s) without thought to her husband anymore. Que sera, What will be will be, she told herself as Simon grunted heavily, and slammed her with more of his man cum, she followed suit and came herself, again. How many she had had she would never know, but each was better, and different to the last. The night passed, Sally awakened with an aching but very satisfied feeling in her body and mind, she looked at Simon lying there next to her sleeping like baby. She slipped out of bed, had a quick shower and went to build a breakfast, a huge one, she was famished and she knew Simon would be too. She had just finished when he got her, it was on the plates and on the tray, and then she was bent over her counter top and Simon was in her. He fucked her gently while saying, "good morning beautiful lady!" Sally accepted the intrusion gleefully. She told herself joyfully, "This is the way every day should start!" Simon screwed her quickly bringing them both off to collapse in on each other. They ate at the table naked, touching, squeezing and feeling all the way. Sally didn't know that when he got her back up and into bed, her ass was open for business As they made their way up, Sally made him have a shower, she hated smelly men! And in the bedroom, after playful sex fighting he got her on her knees. The bottle of Baby oil he had snaffled was at the ready. Simon got her on her knees laughing and giggling, saying, "How I love it this way, it goes deeper!" she said blushing. "Oh it'll go deeper Sally don't worry about that," he said as he smeared his cock with the oil, dripped a bit on to her ass and got ready. "Mmmmm," she said, "can't wait." "Now for the bucking bronco act," he told himself as he pointed it at her stuck up in the air ass. He touched her, she moaned, he touched her again with it, she moaned again. Then he lined up leaned forward and pressed, it resisted, but before Sally could react, her ass popped open and in he went. Sally was face down in a second and Simon was just as quick, his weight carried to his goal. She cried out, telling him was in the wrong bit, he knew he wasn't. "Simon," she wept, as he sank further and further, "Please Simon, you are... Oh no, Simon stop plea..." Simon held his place, he was almost right in, but he wanted her to relax for him. "Take it easy Sally, relax, try to relax," he told her, "let it happen, be still." He convinced her, they both stayed still, her ass widening slowly, expanding just as slowly. His cock was getting harder, there was no way now he wasn't going to dump a load into this ass of wonders. Her hands moving was his signal to get started, he pressed a little, pulled back a little, Sally mewled. The oil did its job it lessened the friction and he was on his way out. Sally felt the withdrawal and liked it, but realised quickly that he wasn't going to pull out. She gripped the sheets, her fears were realised, he pressed back in. Simon got his hand under her and went after her clit, he found it soon enough when he heard her moan. "Gotcha!" he shouted in his head. Now he slid in and out methodically. He didn't want to hurt her at all. He wanted her to like it, enjoy it, and to cum because of it. Sally let go, she accepted her submission, her demise, she had always thought, even decided that this would never happen to her. And now it was, and it was her fucking sexy young brother that was guiding her to the doors of happy climax. She withered under him, his control over her was total, and the feeling beginning in her pussy told her she was going to the end with it, all the way. She sobbed in aroused frustration, from objecting to this, she was now desperate to cum, but she couldn't, she felt Simon was pulling the strings. Simon guessed, rightly again, it was time for her, he increased the pace and pressure easily, building her up to it. His cock in her ass was working the magic, he was going to cum and he did. His struck with one last venomous blow and filled her bowels with his cum. And when Sally's hit her she passed out, the enormous orgasm she had was like no other she had ever experienced. It obliterated her entirely. When she saw the marbles had stopped spinning in her head, all she could do was look at him in awesome wonder. She knew that he was a man of rare opposed strength, one that women she be immunised against. When he left her on the Sunday night with a promise of more to come, she kissed him happily. And the next morning she had her house secured with new locks, dead bolts and sliding bolts. Simon would never get in her house again without her husband being there.