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Mary Pattinson Pt. 01

By: TeamEquipe



Mary Pattinson was not a happy wife. Her husband was out of work and had been for a while and he was pissing her off with his seeming inability to find a job. He said he was looking every day but she wasn't too sure. So because of this she was angry and frustrated although deep down she knew it wasn't really his fault.

After all, it wasn't as if there were many jobs out there for men in their mid to late fifties but she didn't think he was trying hard enough to find work. Every time she came home he was on his bloody laptop, logged onto the internet. 

How's he going to find work that way she'd thought. They'd had another blazing argument about it. He told her that using the internet was the way to apply for jobs in this day and age as most firms used on-line application forms but she still thought that the only way was to go to the local employment exchange and to register with employment agencies.

So she wasn't speaking to him. If truth be known this wasn't the first time in their married life that they hadn't been talking. She had sometimes gone weeks not speaking when she was really pissed with him. He for that matter, after hating it in the early years, had eventually got used to her mood swings and could now quite comfortably put up with the silent treatment for weeks too.

So here they were, on a night out with their friends; who could sense the atmosphere between them. 

Mary and her husband Philip were the eldest of four couples that had socialised together for quite a few years. The others were Alan and Linda, Michael and Sonia and the youngest couple of the group, Malcolm and Vicky. Philip had always thought that Malcolm would like to fuck his wife given half the chance; he was always touchy feely around her.

They had enjoyed a bar meal at their favourite watering hole, washed down with bottles of wine and glasses of beer. Malcolm as usual, was in fine form and was becoming more personal in his witticisms the more he drank. He was all over Mary verbally, who was egging him on, hoping subconsciously to belittle her husband. 

Although inwardly seething, Philip made light of the innuendo and smiled. As he stood to go to the bathroom he heard Vicky murmur something to Mary. He couldn't quite hear it but he was sure she said, "so what happened with...and did you do anything...you know." But he couldn't be sure.

As he walked to the bathroom he remembered that Mary had been on a girly night out a few days previously. She had returned quite late as he recalled.

Mary, although presently heavily under the influence of alcohol, could remember that night too.

She had gone out with Vicky, Linda and Sonia to a local bar. There was a band playing that night so the place was fairly busy. It was there they met up with another woman, Violet, who they all knew. She was there with her husband Bob.

Years and years ago, Bob had briefly dated Mary before she blew him off for someone more interesting who had more money. He was still infatuated with her and she knew it.

Mary was the sort of lady who got louder and bolder with every drink. This particular night she'd had a lot of drink!

Violet had left early as she was at work the following day and not fully realising how besotted Bob was with Mary had let him stay behind.

Some time later, Vicky, Linda and Sonia were wanting to leave but Mary was having a great time and didn't want to go home, especially to her miserable shit of a husband, Philip.

"Oh go on," Mary slurred, "you go on, Bob will take me home, won't you Bobby."

"Not a problem," a befuddled Bob replied.

"Are you sure you're all right Mary?" Vicky asked concerned for her friend.

"Absolutely," Mary slurred.

She stood up and plonked herself down on Bob's knee.

"Bob will look after me, won't you Bobby?" she said as she hooked her arm round his neck and squeezed him into her chest.

Bob was in seventh heaven. The woman of his recurring fantasies was squeezing his head into her breasts. Oh how he longed to fondle her large 38D breasts.

He looked up adoringly into her face. Mary smiled back at him, oblivious to his raging hormones.

"Okay then, if you're sure," Vicky said, "see you soon; see you Bob."

After the girls had left only Mary and Bob remained in that part of the bar. Mary was talking non stop gibberish as her feelings regarding her husband and their problems came to the fore.

"You've always liked me though, haven't you Bob," Mary asked, desperately seeking comfort.

"I think you know I have," he replied.

Mary looked into his face and bent down to kiss him. She tightened her grip round his neck as their kiss intensified. Their lips parted simultaneously and their tongues entwined. Bob slipped his hand onto Mary's exposed leg and ran it up and down her thigh.

As her arousal built, Mary's legs parted slightly allowing Bob's hand to progress further. He wasted no time as he stroked up her inner thigh until he reached her throbbing pussy. Even through her tights he could feel the swollen outline of her pussy lips.

As he touched them she moaned deeply into his mouth. 

His big mistake was leaving her pussy to fondle her breasts. Even though she loved her breasts being groped, Mary suddenly came to her senses and realised what she was doing.

Although she was aroused, the last person she wanted to be feeling her up was Bob. That ship had sailed long, long ago and wasn't coming back.

She broke away and stood up, tottering slightly.

"Sorry Bob," she stammered, "I think we should go now, can you take me home please."

Mary felt herself flush as she recalled that night. She glanced over at Vicky who was looking enquiringly at her.

"No nothing happened, nothing at all," she answered as she looked at Philip's retreating back.

They had another row when they got home. Philip was still smarting at what he perceived was happening. 

"To me it just seems that you want nothing to do with me and are playing up to Malcolm all the time. I can tell you now; he wants to fuck you, I can see that!"

"Don't be stupid," Mary retorted, "he'd run a mile if I said come on then. He's all talk and nothing else."

"I'm not so sure," Philip replied, "given half the chance he would. He's a man after all and all men want to do is fuck as many women as they can, if they get the chance."

"Oh you're impossible to talk too!" Mary seethed, "I'm going to bed."

She stormed off leaving Philip to mope downstairs on his own.

Mary and Philip had been married for just over thirty years. They were both in their fifties although Philip was a couple of years older than Mary. She was definitely overweight but it wasn't overly apparent.

She was 5'7 tall with dyed blonde hair, usually cut shortish. She had blue eyes and was showing a few wrinkles in her face. When she was younger she'd not worn much makeup and it seemed to show now she was older as her skin was remarkably smooth. There was no disputing that she needed some but was fortunate that she didn't need too much.

In spite of her age and despite carrying a few pounds too many her body shape was still really good. She had an hourglass shape with large 38D breasts, which remarkably didn't sag as much as one would expect. She put this down to years of wearing underwire bras. She then curved into a clearly defined waist followed by fairly large hips. Her ass was full and round and was remarkably quite firm. She also had very shapely legs even if they were a bit on the solid side. Wearing high heels, which she didn't do very often, certainly made her legs look incredibly sexy. Her tummy was her downfall. She felt it was too flabby along with her arms, which she hated.

Philip had always thought that she was the sexiest women he had ever met. To him she oozed a sexuality that he found hard to describe. His problem was that he didn't have too much to compare her to as she was the only woman he had ever dated properly and indeed slept with.

Mary on the other hand had a lot of experience although she was still remarkably naive. She'd lost her virginity at a very young age and had been engaged to be married at eighteen. A year later she found her fiancée in bed with her sister. That put an end to that relationship.

In the following five years she had countless one night stands, including affairs with married men. These were interspersed with brief periods when she actually dated. 

But it always ended up the same way. For some reason men didn't see her as wife material when that's all she really wanted. She was scared of being left on the shelf and maybe that's why the men dumped her.

She had thought that the last boyfriend before she met Philip had been the one. Not only did he have a fairly big cock he had promised to marry her. She broke it off when she found out he was about to get engaged to another girl he had been dating at the same time as her.

Devastated, Philip had been a welcome change to her usual type of man. He was thoughtful, shy and reserved. He was also a virgin. But that hadn't mattered even though it took him weeks to get up the courage to actually fuck her.

She should have realised then. Even at twenty seven years of age he wasn't able to get it up often enough so they regularly made do with oral sex. He always made her come but sometimes she just longed for a big cock in her pussy.

But he loved her and she loved him. They married and managed to have three children who were now grown up and gone.

For Mary, work became more important and as she progressed up the corporate ladder so her desire for sex lessened.

She came to realise that the reason she was so promiscuous when younger was her need to find love. This didn't happen until she met Philip but sadly the sex between them wasn't great. She had kidded herself that it was okay but deep down she knew this was a lie.

And so over time her need for hot sex drained away and on the rare times she could have been tempted by Philip she was always too tired.

Philip, meanwhile was incredibly frustrated. He knew he often found it difficult to get an erection and that he probably didn't have a prick big enough to properly satisfy Mary but he didn't even get the chance now to improve his technique as she denied him every time with one excuse after another.

This lack of sex; and to him it defined the depth of her love and affection towards him; was just another issue along with his inability to find a job that had led to his increasing depression. He felt inadequate and useless and her attitude towards him wasn't helping matters. Their relationship was definitely in a downward spiral.

Vicky and Mary often spoke about her problems with Philip and Vicky was questioning why Mary was being so hard on him.

"Look Mary, don't you think you should be more supportive. He is trying to find work but there isn't an awful lot of opportunity out there for men of Philip's age."

Mary shrugged her shoulders.

"I suppose so," she said.

"Well do you still love him?" Vicky asked.

"Love; what's love got to do with it?" Mary smiled.

"Very funny," replied Vicky. They often played this game of answering questions by using song titles or lyrics. "Seriously; are you still in love with Phil."

"Well I'm not sure it's love. It's more that we've become comfortable together if you know what I mean," Mary answered.

"Owch; that's sad," Vicky exclaimed, "don't you miss the passion?"

"Not sure if we ever had that much passion," Mary reflected. "Anyway, I'm so busy with work, I'm too tired to be even remotely interested in sex, so we don't bother."

Mary was right about her job. She was in her early fifties and was working harder than she had for years.

She had gone back into the work place after raising her family. She had taken some part time work when the kids were little to supplement Philip's income, which was always patchy at best. Even then he had struggled to earn good money consistently.

It was her last part time job that had proved to be her best. She had started out initially with a contract for twenty hours a week although there was overtime if needed. Her role was to work on the information desk in the local branch of a large supermarket chain.

Over the years she had progressed and worked in virtually every department within the store and although abrasive with her fellow colleagues at times, had managed to improve each of these departments significantly.

Her success had not gone unnoticed and she was promoted twice and eventually given the department she had always coveted the most.

Within six months she turned a loss making department into profit. Her only weakness was her inability to motivate her staff to work as hard as herself. To an outsider this was always going to be a tall order as she set herself such high standards, which the other staff members found hard to reach. This led to her doing most of the work herself, which was physically draining together with the fact she was now working full time hours.

She also became very defensive about her position within the company as her manager pretty much let her have free rein to do what she wanted. So she was not happy when she found out why she had been called to the manager's office.

Mary entered the office to see a man standing there with Brenda, the store manager.

"Morning Mary," Brenda said brightly. She always had a smile on her face. "I'd like you to meet Steve Evans. He's the new shop floor manager. He's just been transferred to us from another store. I'm sure he will be a good addition, god knows we need another manager."

Mary glanced over at Steve. 

He looked to be in his mid to late forties, average build, average looks, nothing dynamic looking about him at all she mused.

He stuck out his hand. "Ah, so you're Mary. I've been told a lot about you. Pleased to meet you." He smiled.

Mary shook his hand. "I'm sure what you've heard is all bad."

"No, no not at all, only good things," he replied. "I look forward to working with you," he added.

Can't wait thought Mary. "Likewise I'm sure," she said. " Anyway welcome, but if you'll excuse me I've got things to do." She turned and hurried off.

"Is she always like that?" a bemused Steve asked.

"Oh yes...always," a smiling Brenda replied.

Later that day, Brenda called Mary into her office.

"Right, I need to tell you about Steve," she said. 

Mary took a seat, her interest piqued.

"He's been foisted on me," Brenda said, "and I'm not happy about it as our wage budget can't really support another manager. But I have no option as he is one of our new area manager's golden boys."

Mary interrupted. "What...we've got a new area manager as well, when did that happen. What's happened to Carl?"

"Ah, well..." Brenda paused unsure if she should continue.

"Come on Brenda...spill..." Mary said.

"No I really can't tell you but suffice it to say I don't expect him to be with the company for much longer."

"Ohhh, interesting! So, who's the new guy?" Mary asked.

"No new guy, head office have decided to streamline the regions and cut down on the area managers so we're now in Region Five not Region Seven and their area manager is a guy called Barry Knowles."

"Oh, so what's he like?" Mary asked. "Any good?"

"Can't say I know that much about him," Brenda replied. "Anyway, back to Steve." 

She continued. "I've told him all about you and said he is not to interfere with your department in any way, shape or form; okay!"

Mary looked relieved. This had been her biggest worry. She liked to be in control of her department even if she was running herself ragged.

Over the next few weeks, Mary just kept herself to herself, working as hard as ever. It soon became obvious to her that Steve was an idler who sat upstairs in his office most of the time.

Things came to a head one day when Mary was completely stressed out. She was the duty manager that day and had just found out that six members of staff had not turned into work. That left them struggling to cover all the departments.

Moving staff around took some organising and she thought she had most areas covered before realising there was one last department not sufficiently covered and there was no spare staff.

"Who else is in today," she asked one of the girls.

"Steve's in, he's upstairs I think," was the girls reply.

Mary hurried off and found Steve in his office.

"Morning Steve, you need to come down onto the shop floor today. We're short staffed." She was fairly abrupt as she tended to be when harassed.

"Sorry Mary, too busy to do that, you'll just have to cope as best you can."

"Busy, busy with what!" Mary exploded. "You're sat up here doing nothing constructive as far as I can see. We need you downstairs, we are short staffed!"

"Not going to happen; sorry." He turned his back on her and resumed doing whatever it was that he had been doing.

Mary stood glaring into his back. She was furious. She stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

That night she sent a text message to Brenda, detailing what had happened between her and Steve. Brenda was sympathetic but basically told Mary that her hands were tied as Steve was the golden boy who could do no wrong.

Over the next few weeks Steve kept out of Mary's way although on one occasion he did try to make a suggestion to her about a display. She gave him a withering look and he soon scurried away.

Mary's home life continued as before. She went to work, Philip stayed at home still looking for a job. They still weren't talking. When not at work Mary would often go shopping. She had a weakness for clothes and shoes; well she was a woman after all! Her only problem was that she never went out much anywhere to actually wear them.

She was in her favourite store looking at yet another dress. A stunning cobalt blue, it was a colour and design that suited her, although it did seem to be fairly low cut. 

"Oh, I like that," she murmured to herself. She went to find the fitting room.

Slipping off her jeans and tee shirt she looked at herself in the mirror. Not too bad considering my age she thought as she breathed in trying to make her stomach as flat as she could. As she did this her breasts pushed further out. At least my tits are okay she mused.

She stepped into the dress and pulled it over her hips, slipping her arms through the short sleeves.

She turned to face the mirror once more. The dress was short, shorter than she had thought and it clung to her emphasising the curve of her thighs and the shape of her full round ass.

It looks good she thought, as she stood on tiptoes trying to replicate how she would look wearing high heels. She twirled from side to side looking at every angle.

"Right I'm going to have it," she said to herself, pleased to have found something that she liked that fit her.

As she walked towards the checkouts from the fitting room she came to the lingerie section. She was drawn towards the bra and panties section like a moth to a flame and soon found herself with several new bras and matching briefs and thongs. 

She was feeling really good about herself. There is nothing like retail therapy she thought to lift a bad mood. She stopped dead in her tracks as she came upon a mannequin display model. "Oh I like that," she said out loud to herself as she looked at a complete outfit of bra, thong, stockings and suspenders.

Pushing the thought that she might never wear them to the back of her mind, she found her sizes on the racking displays nearby and added them to her shopping basket.

More temptation lay ahead as she hit the shoe department with the tills still nowhere in sight.

Browsing down the shelves she found a stunning court shoe with a 5" heel. Finding her size she slipped it on.

It fit perfectly. She was amazed as she usually struggled to find shoes that fit that well. They were either too tight or too sloppy.


Mary Pattinson Pt. 01



"Hi there, how are you doing, found anything you like?" The shop assistant arrived next to her.

"Fine thanks," Mary replied, as she held out the shoe. "Have you got the other one of these please?"

Returning with the other shoe the shop assistant stood to one side as Mary slipped it on and walked over to the mirror.

"Oh these are lovely and so, so comfortable," she enthused, "they're a lot higher than I normally wear but they actually feel great. Yes, I'll take them."

Arriving home she put her purchases away, briefly wondering when or if she would ever wear them.

The next day at work, Mary was summoned to Brenda's office.

Brenda looked up and smiled brightly when Mary entered. "Morning, how are you today?"

"Great," Mary replied, "what's going on?"

"You'll see," Brenda replied, "just waiting for Steve to come."

Mary grimaced, a look that was not wasted on Brenda.

"Now, now Mary, don't be like that, we've all got to get along; make the best of what we've got!" She smiled again as Mary stuck out her tongue.

Steve duly arrived in the office and Mary blanked him.

"Right, I assume you're both wondering why I've asked you in here," Brenda stated. She paused as Mary and Steve nodded their heads.

She continued. "Well you may or may not know but next week there is a road-show being run by the company which managers have to attend. Normally that would mean myself attending along with Steve."

Steve looked smugly over in Mary's direction. She scowled in response.

Brenda continued. "Sadly, I can't go and that leaves me with a gap to fill. I've spoken to Barry Knowles, our new area manager and he insists that I must send someone of high ranking to attend." 

Brenda turned and faced Mary. "So I've told him you will go."

"What...me!" Mary blurted out, "what..."

"You will both attend the show," Brenda said firmly. "It's an early start so you will be going down the night before. The show is for two days and as the second day is as long as the first and it's too far to drive home that night you've been booked into a nearby hotel for three nights instead of the customary two. Also on the first day there is a formal dinner at night paid for by the company. I've been on one of these before and the food and entertainment are superb."

"I'll give you more details as soon as I receive them. Oh, one more thing. The company will hire a car for you to go in so you will be going down together! Okay, any questions? Good, then I'll let you get on with your work."

A shell shocked Mary left quickly, avoiding looking at Steve.

Mary waited a few days until all the details of the show were confirmed before she bit the bullet and told Philip where she was going.

He didn't say much in response and she actually thought he looked relieved that she was going away even though it was only for three nights.

Eventually the day arrived that Mary had been dreading. She most definitely was not looking forward to sharing a four hour car journey with Steve.

She had packed her suitcase the night before when Philip was out. As she searched through her wardrobe wondering what she could take to wear she came across her purchases from the other week.

She bit her lower lip as she contemplated the new dress. Would she be overdressed wearing that? Making a snap decision she popped it into her suitcase. She turned to her drawer that contained her lingerie. She selected the bra and briefs she would need before seeing the bag that contained her other purchases. 

She peered inside the bag before withdrawing the matching set of bra, thong, stockings and suspenders. Stuffing them quickly back inside she tossed the bag into her suitcase.

Maybe I will get to wear them after all she mused as she turned her attention to her footwear. She selected her comfortable flat shoes, which she knew she would need when walking round the show. Seeing her new high heels she pulled them out of the cupboard.

Scrutinising them carefully she then put them inside her suitcase. Well if I'm taking the dress I might as well take the shoes she mused. Adding her toiletry bag with make up and perfume, she was ready.

Steve arrived in the early afternoon to pick her up. As she saw him pull up outside the house she turned to say goodbye to Philip. She didn't kiss him or look back as she closed the door behind her.

She had been dreading the car journey down. Four hours with Steve was not her idea of fun. Still, she was going to be mature about it and made polite conversation with him.

The long journey passed uneventfully and after checking into the hotel they freshened up before meeting up in the bar prior to their evening meal.

Steve had never seen Mary in anything other than her work uniform which was most unflattering. Even on the car ride down she was wearing baggy jeans and tee shirt so she would be comfortable.

So he was mildly shocked to say the least when he saw her walk into the bar dressed in a pair of fairly tight trousers and a thin fashionable sweater that clung to her body. She looked round the bar.

"Mary; over here," he called out to her.

"Bloody hell, I'd no idea," he breathed to himself as he watched her 38D breasts heading towards him.

She clambered onto the bar stool next to him. He watched mesmerised as her trousers pulled even tighter to emphasise the fullness and curve of her thighs.

Dragging his eyes up her body they lingered briefly at her large breasts.

He snapped his head up. "Right, what can I get for you?" 

"I'll start with a lager, I've got a bit of a thirst," Mary answered.

After her lager she progressed onto vodka and tonic before they were called through to their table.

Steve ordered a bottle of wine.

"Well the company is paying after all," he laughed.

Fuelled by the booze, Mary started to relax and even found herself laughing with Steve.

Finally calling it a night they went to their respective rooms, arranging to meet up early the next day for breakfast before heading to the road-show.

The day at the road-show didn't go as well as Mary had hoped. Steve who had been passably pleasant the night before reverted back to type and became arrogant and clever.

Meeting up with the top managers he took credit for all the advances their store had made, even though he hadn't been there that long and blamed others for all the problems.

Mary could see why he was the golden boy. He was very persuasive and knew how to talk to the right people and he certainly knew how to kiss ass!

By the end of the day she was fuming and abruptly turned down Steve's offer of a drink in the bar preferring instead to return to her room.

With time to spare before the evening meal and dance she took the opportunity to catch up on her sleep.

A couple of hours later she awoke refreshed and after a long hot shower, completely revitalised.

She looked into the wardrobe at the selection of clothes she had brought with her. She had learned that the dinner dance was informal but that most women would be wearing dresses.

Relieved that she had brought the right clothes for once she took out her recently purchased blue dress and laid it out on the bed.

Pondering briefly on what underwear to put on she made another snap decision and took out the bag that contained her new set of lingerie.

She put the bra on first. It looked great and really pulled her breasts in to give her a fantastic cleavage. She stepped into the thong and adjusted it so that it fit comfortably in the crack between her ass cheeks. It had been a while since she had worn a thong. 

Slipping on the suspender belt she snapped the clips down onto the sheer silky stockings that she had smoothed up her legs.

She looked at herself in the full length mirror.

"Wow!" she said out loud. 

She stepped into her new 5" heel shoes. The effect this had was unbelievable. She felt empowered by her new height and her look of sensuous femininity. She hadn't felt this good in ages. She turned slowly to gaze at her body in the mirror.

"Not bad Mary, not bad at all," she breathed to herself.

She turned back to the bed and stepped into her dress. It seemed to mould itself to her body, displaying a significant amount of flesh, something it hadn't seemed to do before. Must be the bra she mused.

She fastened the zip and turned once more to the mirror.

"Oh WOW!" she cried out as she took in the transformation before her eyes.

The stretchy fabric of the dress clung tightly to her full round ass showing her cheeks in all their glory. Her legs looked stunning as her 5" heel shoes stretched them out and there was more of her thigh on display now than she could remember from when she tried it on. Luckily for her she was still very well toned in that department.

She breathed in deeply, drawing in her stomach as far as she could. She could just make out a faint paunch but hey; younger women than her had bigger stomachs and they didn't seem to mind what they looked like.

Grabbing her purse she left her room and made her way to the bar.

She entered the bar with a certain amount of trepidation. The last thing she wanted to do was look like mutton dressed as lamb. She needn't have worried as the looks she got were all of appreciation.

She looked round for Steve. It was unfortunate that it seemed he was the only person she knew at this road-show and even though she didn't want to be in his company she had no other option.

She finally spied him at the bar with his back to her talking to two other men. He was plying them with drinks. He'd told Mary on the trip down that it always paid to network. What he didn't tell her was this was his mantra; a philosophy that had stood him in good stead throughout his working life. He hadn't got where he was by hard work and endeavour. His success was all down to the perception of being hard working.

What Mary didn't know was that one of the men with Steve was her new area manager Barry Knowles. 

Barry saw her enter the room. "Is that her?" he asked, nudging Steve.

Steve turned round to look. "Yeah, that's her. Mrs Fucking High and Mighty!" 

As she drew nearer, Steve did a double take.

Holy fuck! 

His eyes roamed greedily over her body taking in the swell of her breasts and the expanse of her cleavage. He moved his gaze lower, down to her swaying hips as she walked slowly, concentrating hard on not stumbling in her high heels. Her dress was pulled tight against her legs and ass which impaired her walking as well.

Bloody hell...fucking fantastic thought Steve, swallowing hard to prevent himself from stuttering.

"Ah there you are Mary, what can I get you?"

"Vodka and tonic please," she said as she arrived at the bar and stood alongside him, Steve realised that with her heels on she was now the same height as him. For some reason he thought this was significant. He didn't know why. He was also finding it hard to tear his eyes away from her cleavage.

He shook his head. "What was that, sorry, what did you want?"

"A vodka and tonic please Steve, thank you."

After introducing her to Barry and Brendan, another area manager, he bought her a double vodka, followed five minutes later by another double. 

As the drink took hold so Mary's usual reserve diminished. She was soon chatting quite animatedly to Barry and Brendan. After a couple of drinks she had an unfortunate habit of becoming very vocal and telling people how it was in a very direct manner. Luckily for her the managers were drinking steadily and took it all in their stride, even agreeing with her about various company policies that to Mary seemed totally ludicrous.

Mary inside was pleased with herself. Here she was chatting to a couple of bigwigs and they were paying attention to what she had to say.

It didn't occur to her or indeed she hadn't noticed that they seemed more interested in her physical attributes, especially her twin peaks that were prominently displayed.

Steve had noticed where their eyes were looking and became somewhat protective of Mary. If anyone was going to try it on with her he was going to ensure it was him. He moved up close behind her. She didn't seem to notice him stood behind her. He was thrilled as Mary became somewhat animated with her arms and her ass was wiggling about quite a bit. As he was stood so close it was brushing up against him. He could feel his cock was becoming interested. He dropped his hand and lightly touched her ass. She didn't seem to notice as he moved his hand in small circles around her full round cheeks.

Mary drained off the remains of her third double. "When do we eat," she asked, "I'm starving!"

Steve jolted back to reality. "I think we can go through now," he replied.

He followed closely behind Mary, blocking off the other two managers. As she walked in front of him he revelled in the sight of her solid looking but extremely shapely legs. His gaze travelled up to her ass. Her short dress was pulled ridiculously tight and he could see her cheeks moving as she walked, her high heels accentuating the movement of her hips.

Fortune smiled on Steve. As they approached their circular table he saw that part of it was snuggled up in a corner against a wall. He manoeuvred Mary towards that side of the table and slid into the seat next to her. There was no-one sat on her other side. Barry and Brendan sat across from Mary and Steve and they were soon joined by five other people.

Free bottles of red and white wine had been provided by the company and there were several on their table already opened.

Steve leaned across to Mary.

"What would you prefer Mary, red or white?"

"What's the main course?" she enquired.

"Err...rack of lamb, I think," a bemused Steve replied. "Why?"

"Then I'll have red please," she answered with a smile on her lips. "Always red with lamb." She knew a little bit about wine having been on a wine tasting trip whilst on holiday several years before.

"Okay, red it is," Steve answered who took her glass and filled it nearly to the brim.

Mary brought the glass to her nose and sniffed. She took a sip, followed by a longer drink.

"Very nice," she said, "just the right amount of fruity flavour and spices. Should compliment the lamb very nicely."

She sat back with a smug expression on her face. That'll show him, the prick she thought. She glanced over at Steve. He was sat with his mouth open.

The waitresses brought the starter followed twenty minutes later by the main course. Steve ensured Mary's wine glass was never below half empty so that she was unaware how much wine she was drinking.

As they waited for dessert, Mary was deep in conversation with one of the other people who had sat at their table. The lady she was conversing with was called Colleen and had worked with Brenda in another store before she had taken over the running of Mary's store. She was telling tales, which luckily were all good. Brenda, it seemed, was quite well thought of.

During the meal, Steve had taken any opportunity he could to look into Mary's impressive cleavage. Her bra really was working wonders.

Emboldened by drink he decide to throw caution to the wind. As he lent forward to refill his wine glass using his left hand, he accidentally on purpose put his right hand onto Mary's knee. Getting no negative reaction from her he squeezed very gently.

Mary was no fool. She knew exactly what Steve wanted. He wanted what all men want. To get inside her panties. She'd had years of contending with this before she married Philip. Unfortunately she'd often let them have what they wanted.

She decided to see how far she could take this. It would be great to get him all worked up before firmly slamming the door shut on any aspirations he may have to fuck her. She smiled inwardly as she let his hand move carefully along her thigh.

Steve was amazed. He knew Mary didn't like him but here she was letting him attempt to seduce her. What was she thinking?

But then again, he didn't really care. He moved his fingers slowly up under her tight dress and slid them down from the top of her leg onto her inner thigh.

Mary felt a reaction in herself she had not expected. Steve's fingers running up her leg was actually a quite erotic feeling especially as they were in a public place sitting with other people. 

Surely, someone must see them. She suddenly felt very naughty and a little aroused. Without realising she shifted in her seat as she leaned further forward to continue her conversation with Colleen and as she did her legs opened slightly.

Steve was even more amazed now. His hand reached her stocking top.

Oh shit, she's wearing stockings and suspenders. He felt his cock twitch.

His hand moved onto her flesh, briefly catching one of the suspender clips. Her skin was smooth and soft to the touch and remarkably firm.

Mary snapped her thighs together as the waitresses brought the dessert course to their table. Steve just managed to extricate his hand in time. 

She took a long drink from her glass of wine and as she set it down, Steve promptly filled it for her.

Steve was quietly pleased with his progress so far. He was definitely surprised that Mary had allowed him to feel her up. Maybe he had a chance after all. It never crossed his mind that she could have been playing games. To him it seemed that she would welcome his advances. He couldn't wait for the dancing to start as he was sure this would give him another opportunity to work his magic!

After the cheese and biscuits and coffee were served and then cleared away the disco started up. It had been playing background music during the meal but now the DJ had arrived and cranked up the volume.

He knew his audience well enough to avoid garage music and rap and instead launched into a series of tunes from the sixties, seventies and eighties.

Mary was getting on well with Colleen and after dancing in their chairs for a couple of tunes, they hit the dance floor.

Mary loved to dance. She certainly wasn't the best dancer in the world but she could still show the younger ones a move or two.

Steve watched from his seat as Mary hustled and twisted her way round the dance floor shaking her ass with free abandon.

When he noticed Barry and Brendan join Colleen and Mary on the dance floor he decided it was time to bust a move too. He couldn't allow either one of them the opportunity to make a play for Mary. He knew what they were like. If anyone was going to fuck her tonight he wanted it to be him.

Mary was amused when Steve joined them on the dance floor. She knew why Barry and Brendan were dancing with her and Colleen but for the life of her couldn't understand why Steve would want to dance.

After five minutes or so she was mildly surprised that Steve actually could dance. What sealed that was when a jive record was played and Steve grabbed her and they moved together across the floor.

At the song ended, Mary came to a stop panting. "I had no idea you could jive," she gasped.

"Oh well, you know what they say...hidden waters and all that..." Steve replied. "Come on, I could do with a drink."

He took her arm and escorted her off the dance floor and into the bar.

Taking a seat at the bar, Steve held out a hand to support Mary as she struggled to get up onto her stool. Her short tight dress was pulled up high when she finally got settled, displaying a vast amount of her thighs. Steve could just make out her stocking tops. In fact he could barely keep his eyes off her legs.

Shit or bust he thought. "You've got sensational legs you know," he blurted out.

Mary laughed. "So I've been told, many times. Nice legs; shame about the face!"

Even Steve laughed at that. "No, really they are fantastic in fact your whole body is fantastic."

"What, for a woman my age," she answered.

"No, no, I didn't mean it to sound like that." He looked into her face and saw a faint smile playing on her lips. "Oh I see, you're trying to wind me up."




Mary Pattinson Pt. 01



"Seems to be working," was her quick response.

"Oh I give up. What would you like to drink?" He motioned for the barman to come over.

After sitting nursing their drinks for a few minutes, Mary jumped off her bar stool. "Come on then, lets go back and dance some more. I'm in the mood for dancing."

Knocking back her drink in one go she placed her empty glass on a nearby table. Taking Steve by the hand she led him onto the packed dance floor. The beat was relentless and Steve found himself enjoying this far more than he usually did.

As the evening progressed, so the drinks continued to flow. Mary was still drinking vodka but Steve was now on soft drinks. He couldn't afford to have brewers droop should he get lucky.

Having danced raunchily to that dirty dancing song, Steve and Mary were stood quite close together as the mood changed when the DJ put on the smoochy music. The evening was drawing to a close.

Mary started to move off the dance floor but it seemed natural when Steve stopped her and drew her into his arms. She rested her arms on his shoulders whilst he encircled her waist. They swayed round the dance floor in small shuffle steps. The lights had been dimmed so that it was now quite dark.

Steve stroked her hips with both his hands before he moved down to grope her ass cheeks. He pulled her closer feeling her large breasts squash into him. 

Mary had been waiting for this. She knew it was coming. It was nearly time to throw a bucket of water over his ardour.

He pulled back slightly releasing his grip on her ass cheeks. Feeling the moment was now, he leaned forward to kiss her, expecting her to welcome his lips. 

At the last second, Mary turned her head away leaving Steve with a mouthful of her hair.

She yawned. "I think it's time I went to my room. Thank you for your company Steve. Goodnight."

She walked away as he stood rooted to the spot. He looked round in time to see Barry throw him a smug look as he walked off with Colleen.

So he's scored and I'm left high and dry. I don't think so thought Steve. He hurried after Mary.

He caught up with her just as she reached her hotel room.

"Hey there Mary," he yelled, "just a moment, I want to talk to you."

"Well I don't want to talk to you," she retorted as she swiped her card into the door lock. The lock clicked and she opened the door.

"What the hell just happened," Steve replied, his anger growing. "I thought we were having a good time."

She glared back at him. "You've been played mister. I know what you were thinking. I'll get her pissed and then maybe I can get my end away. Well not with me you won't. Do you not get it? I DON'T LIKE YOU!"

She stepped into her room. Steve was incensed and as she tried to close the door he pushed it open and forced his way inside. The door clicked shut.

"Get out Steve, get out now!" Mary shouted.

"Not a chance, you bitch." He grabbed her arms and shoved her forcibly against the wall driving the wind out of her. 

Pinning her to the wall with one hand he brought his other to her face. Squeezing hard he pressed his lips against hers. 

She couldn't believe this was happening. One minute she was having a good time and now it would seem her work colleague was going to rape her. She struggled more as his kiss became harder.

Letting go of her face, Steve broke the kiss. His hand moved down to cup Mary's left breast. She gasped as he groped and squeezed it before switching his attention to her right breast. 

"You've got great tits," he growled as he continued his assault by pushing his knee between her legs forcing them apart.

Mary continued to struggle but was growing ever more weary. She couldn't believe how strong Steve was. She was also aware that there was a large bulge pressing into her thigh.

Steve went in for the kill. His hand moved off her large breasts and down between her thighs to that area at the top of the legs.

"What the..." he was surprised. As his hand reached her pussy he could feel it. She was wet. She was fucking wet. My God the bitch is turned on by this!

Encouraged by this revelation, Steve carried on vigorously rubbing her mound.

Mary was disgusted with herself. She couldn't stand this man and now she was allowing him to sexually assault her and furthermore it seemed her body was beginning to enjoy it.

She tried one last time. "Please Steve, please stop. Please don't do this," she pleaded.

Steve just smiled back and rubbed her pussy with renewed effort.

Mary was rocking back and forth as her hips worked overtime. She could feel something building. Something that hadn't happened in a long, long time.

"Oh my god...oh my god...oohh...aarrhh," she screamed as her orgasm exploded from within. 

"Uuunnnhhh...uuunnnhhh," she groaned as she moved her hips faster, rubbing her pussy into Steve's fingers.

Steve released her arms and groped both her 38D breasts. Mary not realising she had been released left them up over her head, her body trembling from the after shock as her orgasm subsided.

Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Steve had stood back a pace.

She looked at him with loathing in her eyes.

"Get out," she hissed, "get out now!"

Steve smiled. "Not a chance, I've only just started." He moved his hands back onto her breasts but this time instead of groping, softly caressed the exposed flesh in her cleavage. It was tender. Mary felt her body tingle and couldn't understand why.

She stood frozen to the spot. She knew she should be resisting more but for some reason seemed unable to move. She quivered as his hand slid deeper into her cleavage.

She twitched. Oohh, that felt good she thought as Steve continued to caress her breasts. His hand slid under her bra. Her nipples responded to his touch immediately.

"Uuummm," a small moan escaped from her lips. Her hips moved with a quick flick sideways. "Oohh," her lips parted, her breath coming now in short bursts.

As her eyes flickered closed Steve kissed her. A deep lingering kiss.

"Mmm...no...mmm." Resisting at first she tried to twist her mouth away but Steve was persistent. He kissed her harder. She responded at last allowing him to savour the taste of her lips.

His tongue flicked out. She instinctively opened her mouth and allowed it entry where it entwined with hers. They kissed together, deeply; passionately.

With a final squeeze of her full breasts his hands moved down to once more fondle her round ass cheeks. He pulled her into his bulge which Mary was startled to realise was bigger than before.

He lifted the hem of her dress and with a struggle pulled it over her hips exposing her legs for the first time. He stood back in appreciation of the moment.

Mary's body was trembling, her back seeking support from the wall behind her.

Steve looked at the curve of her solid but shapely calves up to the meaty flesh of her thighs. Her stockings and suspenders were just right. He caught sight of her thong. His cock pulsed, his excitement growing as he anticipated what was to come.

"Please Steve stop...no...I don't want to do this." She struggled slightly.

"Sssshhh...ssshhh...sure you do," he replied and kissed her again.

She kissed him back as her resistance faded.

He reached behind and slowly lowered the zip. He pulled her dress down, sliding it over her hips to reveal her full body to his lustful gaze.

"God, you're amazing," he whispered huskily, his voice faltering.

Her age belied her physical appearance. Supported by her plunge bra her 38D breasts stood out proudly, her large nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her stomach showed a slight paunch but nothing too untoward. And her legs. Her legs were nothing short of sensational, especially in her 5" heels. Now he knew why these had been significant. She was at the right height for him to fuck her!

Steve's cock was straining against his trousers begging for some form of release. He could feel his balls churning as he let his eyes feast on her body.

Mary knew she shouldn't be allowing this to happen but her resistance had ended. She blamed the alcohol for lowering her resolve.

Steve moved back to her with urgency. He needed to fuck her; now. 

His hands stripped off her bra freeing her magnificent globes. They barely sagged. Her perfectly centred pink aureoles were just the right size and were immaculate. No sign of puckering with age. Her nipples were large and very swollen. He greedily sucked on them in turn. Mary gasped and moaned in reply.

As he savoured her breasts with his mouth his hand resumed it's exploration of her pussy. Her shaved pussy. Now that was another surprise! With no time for much foreplay he sank his fingers into her mound pushing her thong deep inside.

She was sopping wet. He was amazed just how wet she was. He slipped a finger inside followed quickly by another and rapidly finger fucked her.

Mary was grunting loudly as he rocked her back with the force of his thrusts.

Pushing her pussy lips open he released her clit. His thumb flicked against it, once, twice, three times. Mary screamed as her second orgasm erupted.

Steve lowered his trousers revealing the monster within.

Mary had seen a lot of cock in her younger days. All different shapes and sizes but nothing that could have prepared her for Steve's member. It was simply the biggest thing she had ever seen.

It stuck straight out from his body, a throbbing pulsing great shaft of a thing, 9" in length and thick, thicker than she thought possible.

Steve placed her hand on it. She looked into his eyes, her shock very evident to him. He smiled smugly. She looked back down as her hand closed round it. She could feel his pre cum leaking from the large bulbous head and dribbling onto her fingers. She swallowed hard.

Steve took her hand and led her to her bed. She backed up against the edge and sat down. He towered above her his massive cock waving in her face.

She sagged back onto her elbows a look of trepidation and fear on her face. She nervously licked her lips. 

Ripping off her thong, Steve took hold of her legs and opened them wide. He knelt inside her thighs rubbing his hands up and down her luscious legs. His cock was throbbing, eager for satisfaction.

He brought the head of his enormous cock up to Mary's pussy. She laid down on her back.

"Ooohhh," she groaned as he pushed against her pussy lips. They opened slightly.

He withdrew and rubbed his cock up and down her pussy trying to lubricate his member with as much of her free flowing juices as he could.

He took hold of his cock and pushed forward again.

"Aaahhh," Mary moaned as his cock slid in a little easier this time.

He paused. Mary's eyes were screwed tight shut, her mouth twisted in a grimace. He pushed forward again. 

The head gained full entry. He paused again before pushing forward once more.

"Ooohhh god...ooohhh god," Mary groaned, "you're too big...too big." Her hands twisted as she gripped the bed sheets tightly.

Steve grabbed hold of her tits and with a final thrust of his hips slammed his full thick 9" cock deep inside her pussy.

Mary screamed. 

"You bastard, you fucking bastard, I hate you!"

Steve smiled and proceeded to fuck her, starting vigorously and then with more urgency.

Mary never knew at what moment the pain of having his gigantic cock thrusting into her turned into pleasure but she soon realised that it didn't hurt anymore.

Her bodily instincts took over and her hips were soon meeting his forceful thrusts with their own.

She could feel a warm sensation building as her third orgasm exploded inside. She again came screaming as Steve continued to pump in and out with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Her fourth orgasm took her by surprise as Steve altered the angle of his strokes and hit her G-spot.

She had never, ever experienced that sensation before now. Certainly never with her many lovers and most definitely not with Philip, her husband.

Philip, oh my god, my husband; I'm cheating on my husband!

This brief moment of concern regarding her marital fidelity vanished as suddenly as it had appeared when orgasm number five hit home.

Steve couldn't believe what was happening. He'd fucked many women in the past and had consistently cheated on his wife but he had never experienced anything or anyone like Mary and she certainly was a screamer. He'd never have thought that. But then again the quiet ones were always the worst. 

He had never felt his cock to be so hard and big. For an older woman she was in better physical shape than his wife. There was no visible sign of cellulite, her ass was full and round and not flabby and her legs and tits! Well they were just sensational!

He was also amazed at how tight her pussy was. She obviously was not getting fucked and either hadn't been for some time or else her husband wasn't particularly well endowed. If only he'd known how true both those thoughts were.

As Mary came screaming to orgasm number six, Steve felt his balls boiling as his own orgasm grew.

"Yeah...oh yeah," he yelled in gleeful triumph as his cock exploded pumping load after load of his white cum deep inside her.

He let her pussy milk him dry before he pulled out and rolled over to lay at her side.

Mary lay there, her eyes wide open. She had never, ever been fucked like that before. She was amazed. She'd thought her days of sex were over but Steve had just revealed that was far from true.

She turned on her side and draped a leg over Steve, snuggling up to him.

"Thank you," she said and with a smile on her lips added, "that was amazing, but I still hate you!"

Steve turned to face her and looked into her eyes. He bent down and kissed her. Her lips parted and their tongues met. His hand stroked over her large breast, pulling at her nipple.

"No, we can't do this," breathed Mary into Steve's mouth.

His hand dropped between her thighs. Her legs parted immediately. His fingers touched her pussy and slid inside her.

"Sure we can," he breathed back and kissed her again, deeply.

"Mmm," she moaned as she opened her legs wider.

Steve took her left hand and placed it on his limp cock. She looked at her hand as she stroked up and down his shaft watching incredulously as it grew under her touch but oblivious to the fact that the hand she was using had her wedding band and engagement ring on it, those twin symbols of fidelity, love and marriage, forsaking all others till death do us part.

Steve rolled back between her legs and slid slowly up her body. She released her grip on his now fully erect cock and spread her legs wider.

As Steve eased himself forward his cock touched her pussy lips and with one quick thrust slid straight in. 

He slowly began to make love to her, gliding back and forth eliciting small grunts from Mary with every small thrust.

She closed her legs round his back and pulled him close as she pushed herself forward to meet him. She kissed him hard as her passion built.

As Steve fondled her breasts and pulled at her nipples Mary felt her orgasm coming. She tightened her legs round Steve's back.

"Oh Steve, oh Steve!" she cried out.

Steve too came shortly after, so wrapped up in the sensuousness of the moment.

They lay together for a while, Steve's cock still buried deep within her pussy.

Mary woke with a start. She could feel something pushing in and out of her. She opened her eyes.

Steve was on top of her rocking gently back and forth. She could feel his cock inside her, filling her like no-one had ever done before.

She must have dozed off.

"No, no, get off," she tried to push him off.

Steve pinned her back to the bed.

Not a chance," he replied. He thrust hard into her causing her to squeal.

He sucked on her nipples and they responded as they had previously, She was lost. She closed her arms round his neck. Might as well enjoy it she thought wickedly.

Now that he had her compliance, Steve withdrew. Mary was surprised but then startled as he grabbed her arm encouraging her to get up before turning her onto all fours. He bent her over, her ass sticking up in the air.

"What...what are you doing," she asked her voice cracking slightly.

Steve didn't answer. He just plunged his cock straight inside her and proceeded to fuck her doggie style.

"Oh my god," she yelled as he pummelled into her with increasing speed, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

Mary's large tits swung to and fro and she moaned when Steve lent below and man handled them roughly, forcing them together as he squeezed tightly.

He groped and fondled them, tweaking her nipples as they grew larger and more swollen. Flicking them brought an immediate response from Mary as she came to yet another orgasm. She couldn't believe how responsive her body had become to Steve's touch.

Mary grunted loudly as Steve carried on for what seemed to be ages. She lost count of how many orgasms she had, although it was only three more times before Steve came himself with an almighty bellow, once more depositing vast amounts of his cum deep inside her devastated pussy.

They both collapsed onto the bed panting from the exertion. Wrapping themselves in each others arms they fell into a deep satiated sleep.

The next morning dawned and with it that uncertainty of how they were going to react to each other after what had happened last night.

Mary opened her eyes. She immediately knew Steve was still in bed with her. She moaned inwardly as she came to terms with what she had done.

She carefully looked over to see him looking back at her, a sly grin on his face.

"Morning Mary," he said pointedly.

Oh god, she groaned to herself. "Yeah, morning," was her muted reply.

Mary stood under the shower in her hotel bathroom. It was on full power mode as she attempted to wash away her guilt. What the hell had she been thinking. She hated Steve. Well, maybe not hate. Hate was a strong word. She didn't think she was capable of hating anyone. She didn't like him much. There, that was better she mused, she disliked him intensely.

But the sex. My god, that had been...unbelievable! The best ever. She had never come so many times. Never been so turned on. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was because Steve had been so forceful with her. Whatever it was it had awakened feelings of lust she thought had gone for ever. 

Fifty odd year old women shouldn't behave this way she thought. She should be at home wearing her comfortable slippers and looking forward to playing with the grand-kids, not out all night fucking like some hormonal twenty year old.

All that morning they were awkward in each other's company. They trailed round the trade stands chatting inanely to the show delegates, collecting brochures and goodie bags without any enthusiasm.

They had a painful lunch where both tried to start conversations which faltered after a few words.

What had happened had been monumental and it was now in the way. They couldn't appear to break past it.

They left the restaurant and walked down the corridor, back towards the trade show stands.

Steve could take it no longer.

"It was your fault," he blurted out, "all your fault but I don't regret it. You were sensational."

Mary turned on him, eyes flashing. 

"You condescending son of a bitch. You all but raped me and you say it's my fault. Just how pray, was it my fault!"

"You shouldn't have looked so sexy," Steve stammered out his reply.

"What the fuck?" screamed an incensed Mary, "you fucked me; you forcibly fucked me!"

"You loved it!" Steve yelled back regaining his composure.

They stood and faced each other, eyes blazing, chests heaving as their breath came in short gasps.

They broke and rushed into each others arms kissing and fondling each other.

Steve's hands were all over her breasts as he struggled to undo her blouse buttons. Mary meanwhile was pulling at his zip, her hand grabbing at his massive hard on.




Mary Pattinson Pt. 01



They suddenly realised where they were. Steve looked around desperately and found what he was looking for. He tried the door handle. The door swung open and they stumbled inside slamming the door shut behind them.

Pulling Mary's blouse open he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. He pulled it away and his hands took her 38D breasts. He marvelled at how they seemed so soft yet firm. She gasped as his fingers brushed over her swelling nipples repeatedly.

Managing to regain focus, Mary continued to tug at Steve's trousers. With a final heave she managed to pull them down and free his massive cock. She took it in her hands, one hand was never going to be enough.

As she lowered herself to take it into her mouth, Steve took hold of her shoulders and pulled her back upright.

"Not this time; later. I just need to fuck you now," he said huskily.

She kissed him deeply as he lifted her skirt up and over her hips. He pulled her briefs to one side and spun her round to face the wall.

Bending her over he brought his cock up between her ass cheeks and pushed up until he found her pussy.

She wiggled her ass as he penetrated her pussy lips. He pushed more firmly.

"Ooohhh," she groaned as his massive thick cock stretched her again.

"God you're tight," he breathed as he pushed forward again.

Slowly, slowly he went until he was fully in. He paused. It was the longest pause ever. He dearly wanted to ram his cock in and out of her pussy but he had to give her time to adapt to his size.

He pulled back and then slid forward. Slowly to start then with increased tempo. Then the passion took over. 

As he hammered into her, Mary thrust her hips back to meet him. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her.

"Oh, oh, yeah...oh, oh yeah...oh, oh, yeah..." Mary groaned with each thrust as he continued to pound into her pussy.

She came. A loud shrieking wave of pent up emotion washed over her.

Steve too came at the same time. He filled her with his cum yet again. He couldn't believe it.

They made it back to Steve's bedroom unnoticed by anyone and for the rest of the afternoon fucked each other in every conceivable position they could think of.

Having showered together, which took a while due to the sex; they made it down to dinner for the last night. They managed to get a table to themselves and ate sparingly but drank a lot. 

They had both made the effort and had dressed up a little bit more than was probably necessary for the location. But it didn't matter.

They raced back to Mary's bedroom and stripping off their clothes as fast as they could were soon deep in the throes of passion once more.

The following morning they checked out of the hotel and left on their long drive home.

Steve was amazed when after an hour or so of driving, Mary mischievously looked over at him, placed her hand on his crotch area and started to rub.

"What are you doing, you're going to make me crash," he said anxiously.

She smiled as she carried on rubbing. He could feel his cock was getting interested.

"Okay," he said, "if that's how you want to play it!"

Holding the steering wheel with one hand he put his other on her knee and slid it up her bare thigh. Her legs opened invitingly as he reached the vee at the top of her thighs.

"Oohh...mmm," she moaned as his fingers touched her pussy. She was wet already.

"What have I done," Steve laughed, "I've unleashed a tigress!"

"Mmmm," moaned Mary, "uuunnnhhh...ooohhh." Her hips started jiggling as she pushed down to force his fingers inside.

"You're...going...to...have...uuuhhh...to...stop...Steve...quickly...mmm...now...somewhere...uuunnnhhh...anywhere...ooohhh!"

"I can't stop now, were on a motorway if you hadn't realised!" he blurted out.

"Then pull off...mmm...ooohhh...anywhere...now...uuunnnhhh," she replied as she writhed in her seat.

Seeing a sign for a service station, Steve indicated and pulled off the motorway.

Driving round to the near deserted lorry park he parked up as far away from the buildings as he could.

Mary jumped out of the front seat and into the back shedding her clothes as fast as she could.

Steve was mesmerised by this it was almost too much to take in. He'd unleashed a demon.

As he clambered into the back, Mary tore at his shirt pulling it off over his head with out undoing any buttons. She pulled his trousers down freeing his cock. It bounced up to full attention.

Grabbing it with both hands she licked the pre cum of the bulbous head before jacking him off as vigorously as she could. She tried to get it in her mouth but he was too big for her.

It didn't matter to Steve. He just wanted to get inside her again.

He sat back into the upholstery his cock sticking straight up into the air.

Mary licked her lips, swallowed hard and then clambered over his legs and crouched over him.

She carefully lowered herself onto his giant member gasping as he entered her.

Steve let her set her own pace. She had to be careful.

With a loud cry she settled onto his thighs, Steve's full, thick 9" cock buried deep inside her pussy.

She began to slide herself up and down his pole. Steve took her huge breasts in his hands and fondled them, reaching up to suck on her rapidly growing nipples.

Mary threw her head back and groaned. She moved faster up and down.

Steve grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and propelled her up and down his massive shaft even faster. Mary slumped forward, groaning, changing the angle of Steve's cock within her. It had the desired effect as she instantly came to her first orgasm.

Steve carried on lifting her rapidly up and down his 9" cock. Mary grunting loudly each time she thumped back down onto his balls.

He felt his own orgasm building and pumped faster. As Mary screamed with her second orgasm, so Steve came too, pumping her full of his sperm.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. 

"Fuck me," she sighed, "that was intense. I've never done that before!"

She glanced out of the car window. "Oh fuck, there's someone coming this way!"

Steve looked out as a HGV drove into the car park and headed towards them.

"Relax," he said, "they won't be able to see anything,"

The truck stopped next to them. As it's air brakes hissed, Mary scrambled into her clothes.

"Quick, quick, Steve, let's go...NOW!"

The truck driver clearly saw Mary's breasts as she struggled to get her bra on as she returned to the front seat. Steve got out and stretched before puling his trousers back on. The truck driver saw him, smiled and gave him the thumbs up. Steve grinned and returned the gesture before climbing into the car and driving slowly away.

"Oh my god...oh my god, he saw us didn't he...he saw us!" Mary stammered.

"Oh...yes!" replied Steve as he glanced over at her.

They looked into each other's eyes and burst out laughing.

"Okay, here you go," Barry said as he handed over £100 to Steve. "I still can't believe you nailed her, I didn't think you had a chance with that one."

"Anyway," he continued as he motioned to the barman to bring them another two pints of beer, "how was she, was she a good fuck?"

"Better than good," Steve replied with a smile on his face. "She was fucking spectacular. For a woman of that age she was probably the best fuck I have ever had and as you are well aware, I've had my fair share."

"Indeed you have," Barry replied, "indeed you have."

"Details?"

"Okay, if you must know..." started Steve.

"Indeed I must," interrupted Barry, "you know the terms of our bets. Details, details, always full details."

"Okay, okay. We fucked all night after you'd left. By the way, I saw you leave with Colleen. How was she?"

"Pretty good too. She's a bit of a dirty bitch, loves anal," replied Barry. "Anyway, back to you."

"Okay. Well as I said we fucked all of that night and most of the afternoon the next day and after an early meal, all of the last night. We even fucked in a motorway service station lorry park on the way home."

"I have to say she was quite hard to start with and I had to play it a bit rough but I was amazed how quickly she capitulated. I'm pretty sure she's not getting laid by her husband and hasn't had sex for some time." Steve said.

"Interesting,," Barry replied, "very interesting." He paused, appearing to be deep in thought.

"Okay Barry, I've seen that look before. What are you up to?" enquired Steve, his curiosity piqued.

"Nothing much," Barry mused, "just thinking of possibilities, that's all."

"My god, you want to fuck her!" Steve blurted out. "That's it isn't it?"

"Well why not," replied Barry smiling, "you don't have any objections do you?"

"No, I suppose not," Steve answered, "although I might carry on fucking her for a bit longer. She is really, really good you know!"

"Yeah so you keep saying," Barry said as he drained his glass. "Anyway, when we pick your next victim I'm going to change the rules slightly. No alcohol. I think that's making it far too easy for you. Anyway, it's your round, get them in."

He handed his empty glass to Steve who laughed as he turned back to the bar to order two more beers.



Mary Pattinson Pt. 02



Mary Pattinson climbed out of the car. Holding the frame of the door with one hand, her other on the roof, she leaned down to look back inside.

"Well...err I guess this is awkward but...err thanks for everything," she mumbled. She could feel herself colouring up.

Steve Evans leaned over so he could see her face. "Not a problem Mary; anytime," he grinned back, "see you Monday then." 

"Yes...Monday," Mary replied somewhat wistfully. She closed the car door.

She watched Steve drive off, standing there in the street until he turned the corner and disappeared from view. Reluctantly she turned and walked down the driveway to her house. She could still feel Steve's cum oozing out of her pussy and down onto her thighs. It was sticky.

With a certain amount of trepidation and a small dose of guilt she turned the key in the lock. She wasn't sure how she would react when she came face to face with her husband Philip.

She entered the hallway and put her suitcase down on the parquet floor. The house was silent and still.

"Hello; Philip are you there? I'm home," she nervously called out.

Hearing no reply she wandered into the kitchen. The place was spotless. No evident signs of life except for a note lying on the kitchen table.

She picked it up and read. It was short and to the point. Philip had decided to use the time she was away to visit his mother who lived miles away in a retirement home. He was also going to use the trip as a chance to catch up with some of his old friends so he wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. He was sorry but hoped she didn't mind. 

Mind, why would she mind? That was Philip. Always trying to be considerate. Always trying to do the right thing.

Mary let out a sigh. She was doubly relieved. On a minor point she was pleased to have missed the trip to see his mother. She didn't see eye to eye with her especially since Philip's struggle to find work and this would thankfully relieve her of any obligation to visit for a few months. But her main relief was because she wouldn't have to face Philip for a couple of days. She was certain that had he been there the guilt she now felt for her cheating would probably have killed her but now she would have time to settle back into her home routine and get her thoughts straight about the last few days and also what the future might hold for them both.

After showering and dressing in her 'comfy' clothes, she went downstairs and made herself a coffee. As she sat at the kitchen table nursing it in her hands she replayed the last few days through her mind.

There was no doubt that the road-show had been an epiphany for her. She had been fucked time and time again by Steve Evans and this had reawakened feelings and desires in her that she had long thought were extinct. It was now painfully apparent that they had just been lying there dormant, just waiting to be released.

Having been married for thirty odd years she had long ago accepted that she didn't need sex, it was nothing but an inconvenient intrusion in her life. However the truth was that Philip had been unable to satisfy her properly for some time. Sure he tried and usually got her to orgasm but it all got to be too much bother in the end. 

Work, which had increased substantially over that time, masked the void and she found it easy to avoid the infrequent occasions when they might have made love. Her life with Philip was comfortable and she didn't feel the need to complicate it with an unsatisfying love life with him or anyone else for that matter.

With mixed emotions rampaging through her mind she tried to rationalise her thoughts, compartmentalising them to give herself a chance to sort out her feelings.

Okay, first off was the dinner dance. Being fucked by Steve had been all about him. She hadn't wanted it. Jeez, she didn't even like him. But he'd been very forceful; in fact he'd nigh on raped her.

Then there was the second day. She sucked air in through her clenched teeth as she thought back to the events of that day. She shook her head in dismay. There was no denying it. Any way you looked at it she had fucked Steve as much as he had fucked her. Entirely enthusiastic on her part, she had wanted him as much as he apparently had wanted her.

"Oh shit," she murmured to herself. Her hand was shaking as she put her fingers up to her mouth to chew on her nails. She sighed as she continued with her train of thought. 

And then the drive home. What the hell was going through her mind then! To start playing with his cock as he drove. Utter madness. And then to let him fuck her in a motorway service station, in public. Oh God! It was like she was trying to relive her wild, flirty, younger days before common sense and marriage prevailed.

But now...what now...where did she go from here?

In spite of her current problems with Philip she still had feelings for him; somewhere. He was after all the father of her children. 

So why had she done it? Why had she cheated on him now, after all this time? God knows she could have been unfaithful on countless occasions in the past if she'd wanted. Men had hit on her at parties or girly nights out but she'd never felt the slightest inclination or temptation to wander.

Maybe the reason now was because of the problems she and Philip were experiencing because of his inability to find work. It was soul destroying and energy sapping for both of them, although for different reasons and she had grown weary of the constant, seemingly unrelenting daily struggle.

Maybe that had weakened her resolve and allowed Steve to let the lion out of the cage or cat out of the bag or whatever the saying was. It had allowed her to escape the endless grind of Philip's predicament, if only for a few hours or days. Was that a bad thing?

She rubbed her hands over her face, closing her eyes. "What am I thinking?" she scolded herself. "Of course it was. I've committed the ultimate sin against my marriage vows and Philip doesn't deserve that."

But still...

She absent-mindedly twirled a lock of hair between her finger and thumb, as her eyes took on a far away look. She realised at that moment that she wanted and needed a sex life and she realised Philip sure as hell wasn't going to satisfy her. After Steve's big cock she couldn't go back to Philip and his way of making love. No matter how harsh that seemed. But could she cheat on him again? She'd always been faithful to him but this thing, whatever this thing was, was gnawing away at her inside.

As she went to bed alone on Sunday night; Philip not having returned home yet; she still had no clearer idea of what she was going to do.

* * * * * * * * *

Steve made the decision easier for her in the end. She had thought that what had gone on between them would be obvious to the rest of the staff. They would notice some difference in her. She'd had sex and they would see it in her face or at the very least in the way she interacted with him now. Women seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to carnal knowledge.

But first, there was Philip to contend with. She'd half heard him arrive home in the early hours of the morning and thankfully he was still asleep when she left for work on Monday morning. So that was one minor problem avoided.

So that left Steve. She'd had the entire weekend to compose herself and get her demeanour and attitude right but as she walked into the store she was still nervous and full of trepidation.

Thankfully Steve was late as usual and within twenty minutes of her arrival she was stood talking to the staff members in her team, filling them in on what she had learned at the road-show. The staff seemed to be less than impressed as she explained about the new product lines and that the point of sale material was going to alter due to a change in emphasis as to how the stores would run in future.

She didn't know Steve was there until he walked up behind her.

"Morning Mary, have you got the price point changes done yet?" He was his usual obnoxious self.

She looked at him. "Well hardly!" she snapped back in reply. She knew she shouldn't have said it like that but she couldn't help herself. Her adrenaline levels were extremely high.

Her team members looked shocked at how abrupt her answer had been especially her tone of voice. He was after all, management. But they all knew how Mary felt about him.

"You can't talk to me like that," he snapped back clearly irritated, "I'm your superior."

"In job title only!" Mary fired back as she bristled.

"Right, upstairs, my office, now!" he stormed.

Mary stalked after him upstairs and into his office. He held the door open for her and she walked through first. He slammed it shut behind him.

She turned, ready to give him a piece of her mind but never got the chance.

Steve grabbed her and kissed her forcibly. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms round his neck. Her lips parted and their tongues met. His hand reached up and cupped a breast.

Breaking the kiss they both stood back although Steve still held her in his arms and was still fondling her breast. He loved the feel of her large boob in his hand.

"What was all that about?" panted Mary.

"Got to keep them off guard," replied a smiling Steve. "Can't ruin our image of how we feel about each other now, can we?"

"No, I guess not," she replied.

Steve pulled her close again. They kissed deeply. Mary could feel his bulge pressing into her leg. The thought of it thrilled her. Her hand snaked down and closed round it.

Steve jumped as she squeezed it tightly. She could feel it throbbing.

"Mary, what are you doing..." Steve breathed huskily.

"Nothing much," she teased as she lowered the zip of his trousers.

She slipped her hand inside and massaged around his rapidly growing cock through his boxers.

"Mary, you need to stop. We can't do that here," he said.

"Why not, it didn't bother you much when you had me in the motorway services car park," she replied with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Ahhh...ahhh," Steve cried out as she squeezed his cock harder.

"That was...oohhh...ahhh...different," he replied.

"I don't think so," Mary replied with a cheeky smile. She leaned up and kissed him and at the same time unfastened his trousers and pulled them swiftly off his hips. His boxers followed quickly after.

His cock swung satisfyingly up, smacking into Mary's hand.

"Lovely," she said as she squatted down and took the head of his thick 9" cock inside her mouth.

"Oh fuck," Steve stood up on his tip toes as she closed her mouth round the bulbous head and sucked hard, biting down at the same time.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck!"

Her hand stroked up and down his pulsating shaft as she swirled her tongue round his head. Steve, his excitement growing, began to move his hips. 

The phone rang. A shrill intrusion. It made them both jump.

Steve picked up the receiver. His cock still firmly lodged inside Mary's mouth.

"Hell...ooo," he gasped as Mary sucked hard on the head of his cock. He glared down into her face. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Oh yes, morning Brenda...err fine thanks, yourse...elf...elf?" His eyes widened as Mary bit down again.

She removed his cock from her mouth and licked the length of his shaft, squeezing his balls at the same time.

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there in a minute...uhhh...yeah okay." Steve quickly replaced the phone. He put his hand on Mary's head.

"You're going to have to stop. Brenda wants us in her office now to do the road-show debrief."

"Oh that's a shame," Mary replied, "I was just getting the hang of that." Mary hadn't given a blow job for over thirty years. She'd told Philip that she didn't like doing it. But somehow, with Steve, it felt like the right thing to do.

"Never mind," Steve replied as he fastened his trousers, "You'll just have to do it another time."

"What time do you finish today?" he asked as he opened the door.

"I'm duty manager today, so I'm here until closing time unfortunately, " Mary answered, "why?"

"Just wondered. I'm leaving at 4pm today that's all. Shall we go?" He winked at her knowing she would be irritated that he was leaving work early. 

He was right. She stalked off to Brenda's office ahead of him, clearly not amused.

"You've got a lovely bum Mary," Steve laughed as he watched her hips sway from side to side as she walked ahead of him.

She scowled but resisted the urge to turn round and say something back. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her. God he was such a prick at times!

* * * * * * * * * *

The rest of the day flew by. Steve stopped by from time to time to see how Mary was but she continued to be brusque with him. He might press all of the right buttons in bed when he fucked her but he was still one lazy, idle ass-hole at work and it really got to her. 

Steve was highly amused by her reaction and this only encouraged him more. He made a point of seeing her again just as he left, rubbing it in that he was going home and stating that he was owed time when she angrily questioned why he was leaving so early. 

Mary on the other hand had too much to do. It seemed that in the days she had been away nothing had been done. Her team truly were bloody useless. This didn't put in her in the best of moods. A mood that got considerably worse when she had problems setting the alarm at the store when they left at close of business.

As duty manager of the day it was her responsibility to make the premises secure and this now meant she would have to wait until the alarm company came out. She was less than impressed when they told her that it would probably be at least three hours, possibly more, before anyone would arrive.

Totally pissed off by that news she rang Philip and told him she would be late. She quickly terminated the call when she got the feeling that he wanted to talk to her. Then, following company procedure, her next task was to inform the assistant manager. This of course was Steve.

He took the call at home. Putting down the phone he turned to his wife.

"Sorry love, problem with the alarms at work. I'm going to have to go down there until the alarm company come out and fix it."

His wife smiled up at him."Oh Steve, do you have to, I was hoping that we could have an early night, so to speak." She coyly tilted her head to one side. "You know, after your trip." She crinkled her nose. "I really missed you, you know..." She licked her lips sensuously.

Steve looked at her. Oh god; he sighed inwardly. He knew what was on her mind but at that precise moment in time she looked about as appetising as a sack of potatoes.

"Oh well, sorry darling, can't be helped, duty calls and all that." He leaned down to kiss her on her cheek. "See you later, don't wait up, I don't know how long I'll be."

* * * * * * * * * *

Mary saw the headlights precede the car into the car park, her initial relief quickly washed away when she realised it wasn't the alarm company arriving early.

The car drew alongside hers. She lowered her window.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as Steve climbed out of his car.

"Just thought I would see if you were okay," he replied.

"Never bothered you before," she said sarcastically. She was still pissed off with him.

He grinned as he leaned down to her car window. "How long before they turn up then?" he questioned.

"They said at least three hours and possibly four," Mary answered.

"You're kidding!"

"Afraid not," Mary replied.

"God they're bloody useless, I don't know why we use that company." Steve stood up straight and stretched his back. "Well if they're going to be that long you may as well come and sit in my car. It's got to be more comfortable than yours."

"There's nothing wrong with Betsy," Mary snorted defensively as she clambered out anyway.

"What, you've named your car?" Steve raised his eyebrows in mock horror.

"Yes...doesn't everyone?" Mary replied, somewhat miffed at Steve's response. She liked her little car. She'd had it a long time.

"Yeah right!" Steve said derisively, chuckling to himself as he held open the back door. Mary slid inside onto the leather upholstery.

"Gosh this is nice; leather; can't be bad. You're obviously getting paid far too much." She smiled.

Steve slid in next to her. "Ha ha very funny, I don't think. So; what are we going to do to entertain ourselves for the next few hours then?" He looked at her sideways as he slid his arm behind her.

Mary clicked on straight away. "Oh no, not a chance, I'm not remotely interested in sex. All I want to do is go home and go to bed. It's been a long day. Especially as I've had to do all the work again! On my own!"

"That's a good idea. I'd love to go to bed with you," replied a grinning Steve, ignoring her barbed comments.

"To sleep Steven, to sleep," she replied frostily.

"Come on Mary, just a kiss then, no hanky panky!" He slid his arm down onto her shoulder and drew her close.

Mary allowed herself to be pulled towards him. He kissed her quickly.

She broke away. "Do we have to do this? I'm really not in the mood."

"It's just kissing Mary," he replied pulling her closer.

"I know, but..." The rest of her reply was muffled as he kissed her again.

This time he held the kiss and she responded by kissing him back. His hand cupped her breast and he gently fondled it through her bra and work blouse.

"Steve, stop it," Mary tried to say through Steve's kiss but the words just came out all mangled.

His hand dropped down between her legs and he squirmed it into the vee at the top of her thighs.

As he rubbed her mound, Mary finally broke the kiss.

"It won't do you any good," she said as she looked up into Steve's face, "I'm just not in the mood."

Steve smiled and kissed her again. As they smooched his hand carried on rubbing her mound whilst the hand round her shoulder had dropped lower down and was working at her breast, squeezing and groping it.

He had patience and time. Their kissing grew more passionate as they locked tongues.

As Steve realised that Mary's kissing had intensified so he felt an almost imperceptible shift in her body. He worked his fingers deeper into her mound and felt her tremor. She breathed into his mouth as she kissed him harder.

She moved, adjusting her bottom on the leather seat. Her legs had opened slightly. Steve pushed his hand further into her mound and stroked up and down hoping to make closer contact with her pussy.

Mary was now breathing hard through her nose and as Steve brought his hand up to squeeze her other breast extra hard, she groaned and opened her legs wide.

His hand went back to work on her pussy. She began to writhe on the seat, squirming under his touch. The hand round her shoulder was groping her breast as hard as he dare but she didn't seem to mind, it just seemed to be turning her on more.

They broke away from each other momentarily.

"You bastard!" Mary breathed huskily, the lust clearly evident in her hooded eyes. As she talked her hips moved back and forth as she pushed her pussy towards Steve's fingers. "You bastard!" she repeated; a faint smile on her lips.

Steve grinned broadly.

He unfastened her work trousers and pulled down the zip. His hand moved inside. He could feel the heat. He touched her panties. They were wet. His fingers slid under the fabric trying to make contact with her flesh.

Mary groaned as he pushed into her pussy. Her hips were pumping as her arousal grew.

Steve took hold of her hand and placed it on his trousers. Mary stroked his bulge without any prompting. She could feel his cock pulsating. She licked her lips nervously. She knew what was coming and it both excited and terrified her.

Steve sat up and quickly unfastened the buttons on Mary's work blouse. He pulled it open and she struggled out of it. He unhooked her bra and took her plump 38D breasts into his hands and juggled them. Mary gave a sharp intake of breath as he tweaked her swelling nipples. His mouth closed over them in turn, sucking and slurping. His teeth tugged at them, encouraging them to swell.




Mary Pattinson Pt. 02



Mary loved what he was doing to her breasts and moaned to let him know how much she appreciated his efforts.

Leaving her breasts to sway free, he tugged at her trousers, struggling to get them down over her hips. It was not an easy job in the back seat of a car. He felt like a teenager again. It brought back happy memories. In his youth he'd fucked a lot of girls in the back seat of his cars.

He kissed Mary again and played with her tits before removing his trousers and pulling down his boxers. His cock swung out. He stroked it a few times before handing it over to Mary to continue whilst he went to work on her pussy. She needed to be as wet as he could get her.

Although completely aroused Mary had a moment of clarity, prompted when headlights swept over their car. They froze.

The car seemed to have taken a wrong turn as it swung round and out the way it had come.

Steve clambered in between her legs spreading them wide. He lined up his cock with Mary's pussy and pushed. The head of his cock breached her pussy lips.

"Steve...stop...wait..wait," Mary was panicking. "What if someone comes or the alarm company men are early, what will we do then...it's too risky...we might get caught...then what?"

"We could always tell them it's a dogging site and they're welcome to join in," Steve teased.

He pushed in before Mary could reply.

"Oh god...uuunnnhhh," Mary moaned as she felt Steve's cock enter and fill her again. He was huge. She wondered if her pussy would ever get used to it.

As he stroked slowly in and out allowing her time to come to terms with his size she suddenly realised what she had thought. So; she was accepting that she wanted him to continue to fuck her. She was going to have an affair with a man she couldn't work with! How ironic she mused.

"Ooohhh...uuunnnhhh." Her thoughts ended as Steve started to move with more urgency. She could feel his balls swinging into her as he stroked the full length of his thick 9" cock in and then completely out. He plunged back in breaching her pussy lips again. He repeated this over and over again. This is new thought Mary as she groaned with pleasure. 

This was really getting fucked she thought as her first orgasm hit home. It hadn't taken long. From her first telling Steve she wasn't the slightest bit interested, to him getting balls deep inside her pussy had taken less than ten minutes.

Luckily Steve had a roomy car which was just as well when he decided to fuck her from behind. Mary was too old to be a contortionist and in a smaller car there would have been no way for them to attempt this position let alone succeed with it.

As Steve fucked her rapidly from behind he groped and caressed her large breasts, whilst also squeezing her large swollen nipples.

As she came again to another orgasm, Steve also came. Taking them from behind was his favourite position as even women with loose pussy's seemed tighter but as Mary was tight anyway this just made the experience so much better.

He exploded, pumping his cum deep inside her. He continued to thrust in and out until he felt his balls must be empty. He pulled out of Mary's pussy, grabbing a tissue from the box he had handily placed nearby. The last thing he needed was his wife to find his spunk all over the back seat.

"That was fun," Steve said as he flopped back into the seat after pulling on his trousers. 

Mary just pulled a face as she retrieved her bra, re-buttoned her blouse, and fastened her trousers. She ran her fingers through her hair.

She looked out the window as headlights once more swept over them.

"Oh my god, it's them, there here, I don't believe it. They're early!" she gasped as a van pulled up to the front door of the store. "It's the alarm company!"

"Yeah, I see them," replied Steve.

They looked at each other and laughed and were still giggling to each other as they climbed out the car and walked towards the two men who were just clambering out of the van.

* * * * * * * * * *

Over the coming weeks Mary continued her affair with Steve. At work they were still at loggerheads but privately couldn't get enough of each other. 

They became very creative as they found many opportunities and places to fuck. At work, in the warehouse, in the outside compound, Mary was a willing participant now. She found it incredibly thrilling when they fucked a couple of times in Steve's office during opening hours. The fear of getting caught at any moment just heightened the excitement. She loved how Steve made her feel with his big thick cock inside her.

There was very little room in her mind for thoughts of Philip and his predicament let alone the fact that she was willingly cheating on him. It was almost like he no longer existed. She felt the odd pang of guilt from time to time but it was all about her and her seeming non stop desire for sex. 

Unfortunately it was the work issue that brought about the end of the affair.

Mary had been summoned to see Brenda, her manager and was now stood in her office.

"Just thought you should know Mary, but Steve's being moved onto another store," she announced.

"What!" Mary exclaimed, "but why...when?" She was clearly shocked.

Brenda was quite taken aback at her reaction. "I thought you would be relieved to see the back of him especially as you don't like him and can't get on with him," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm just surprised that's all," Mary said recovering quickly. She felt her stomach churn over. 

"Where's he going, any idea?" she added.

* * * * * * * * * *

A couple of weeks later they had just fucked each other for the last time. Steve had, for this occasion booked a hotel room. It seemed more fitting than in the back seat of his car. After all this is where their affair had started.

"I'm really going to miss that," a satisfied Mary breathed, "I've really grown accustomed to your cock and how it makes me feel."

"Well all good things come to an end," Steve replied reaching out to fondle her 38D breasts. "And I'm really going to miss these, as well as this." He reached down and rubbed her pussy.

Mary squealed with delight as Steve rolled over on top of her. They fucked again.

* * * * * * * * * *

For Mary, life after Steve returned to normal. She still had her work but there was now no distraction to take her mind off her husband Philip's problem.

He had still been unable to find work. He was sullen and morose and as Mary saw more of him now Steve had gone she grew more irritated with him by the day.

She realised deep down that she should be more supportive but she just couldn't help herself. She had to do something to get him a job she thought. It was a pity they didn't allow spouses to work together or she'd see if she could get him a job at the store.

She just had to get him working again as much for her own sanity as his. She would do just about anything.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Thanks for the move Barry, I was just beginning to enjoy myself," Steve said sarcastically.

"No problem mate," Barry replied, "but just so you know, it wasn't me who suggested moving you half way across the country, it was the big-wigs upstairs. They have this new master plan of how they want to work their under managers."

He took a swig of his beer. "But no doubt it will be doomed to failure, like so many of their hair brained schemes. I sometimes wonder if these people at head office have ever worked in one of our stores!" Barry added dismissively.

Steve nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, changing the subject, you still banging what's her name...err...Mary?" Barry asked.

"Indeed I am, or was," smiled Steve, " but thanks to you, not anymore. Shame really, she's a really good fuck. Frustrated MILF if you know what I mean and a fabulous body for a woman of her age."

"Really?" Barry said, "I know you told me before that she was worth one but is she really that good a fuck...or is it just all talk?"

"Oh yes, she's that good," Steve said enthusiastically.

"Mmm, maybe I should definitely have a crack at her then...if she's that good." Barry smiled at Steve.

"Yeah, go for it mate, she's well worth it," Steve replied.

* * * * * * * * * *

Barry Knowles had been with the company for over ten years. Starting out as a sales assistant he had risen up the ranks to his current role of area manager. His job was to ensure that all the stores in his region were performing to their full potential. This meant many nights spent away from home. He had been married but his wife soon tired of his prolonged absences and when she finally found out about his extra marital activities on his trips she divorced him.

Shortly after the divorce Barry was approached by a friend to invest in his transport company as a sleeping partner. After checking legalities with work and finding no conflicts of interest, Barry subsequently drew up an agreement with his friend and bought into his company.

It soon became apparent that his friend had no real idea what he was doing and eventually Barry made him an offer he couldn't refuse to buy out his share of the business. He then found a reliable manager with many years experience in the logistics industry to run his new company for him. Paying the manager a yearly dividend based on a percentage of the profits on top of the already generous salary brought huge rewards. The manager's hard work and loyalty was ensured.

But he always made sure that he remained focused on his first job. He might be an ass-hole but he was loyal to the company that had first employed him and took pride in his role of area manager.

Following the reorganisation of the regions under his control Barry's new area was huge. This meant he now spent even more time travelling than before and as a result hadn't had time to get round to every store yet. His recollection of Mary from the road-show was sketchy at best but he resolved to put that right straight away. 

He visited the store a matter of days after Steve's departure on the basis of offering his managerial support. He liked to be perceived as being very hands on! 

As soon as he saw Mary his memory of his initial reaction to her came flooding back. Steve was right. For a woman in her early fifties she looked remarkably good. She was around 5'7 tall, with dyed blonde hair and blue eyes. Attractive, she obviously took pride in her appearance. Her shapely body had the sort of curves that only some mature women are blessed with and was topped off with large breasts that didn't appear to sag. Wonderful, his kind of woman!

Encouraged by Steve's comments about her and the prospect of a good fuck, Barry thought long and hard about how he could get into Mary's panties. He started to visit her store on a much more regular basis trying to build a relationship with her from which he could launch his seduction.

Mary still didn't like him. She'd not liked him from the moment she'd first laid eyes on him at the road-show when he was with Steve but she had tried hard to hide her feelings. He was after all her area manager and he could make her working life a misery if he knew and that was the last thing she needed with the problems in her home life with Philip.

So she talked to him politely and always seemed to appreciate the time he spent with her. Barry was the perfect gentleman and he soon learned that all was not well with her marriage. Not that she came out and said it. It was more reading between the lines. 

He surreptitiously began to offer his support. He was attentive and sympathetic, never judgemental. Her initial opinion of him began to alter and over time, without realising, she began to open up about her personal life as her trust in him grew. Maybe he was nicer than she had originally thought. She was surprised at this change in her attitude towards Barry. She'd always believed it was first impressions that counted and had usually been proved right.

Barry realised that she was clearly frustrated with her husband's inability to find work. It seemed that it was a matter of deep concern to her to get him back into the workplace. She told him what Philip had done in the past and that there didn't seem to be too many opportunities now in his field due to cut backs caused by the latest recession. 

From this little nugget of information an idea started to form in Barry's mind. Maybe this would give him the opening he was looking for. All he had to do was come up with a reasonable sounding premise to make her completely beholden to him for getting her husband back to work.

Barry worked long and hard on his plan. It took some setting up but if it worked it was a great plan because it guaranteed that he would get to fuck her at least once every week, for at least six months.

The hard part would be the first time. He had to make it almost impossible for her to refuse. But this part was really out of his control. It relied almost entirely on how far Mary would be prepared to go to get her husband a job.

* * * * * * * * * *

Barry started his plan when he came into the store on one of his regular visits. He quickly completed what company work needed doing before he found Mary on her own in her department.

"Hello Mary, good to see you again," he greeted her.

"Oh yeah, hi Barry," she replied. She was particularly busy this day and was trying hard not to tell him to fuck off and leave her be. She was definitely stressed. She'd also had yet another argument with Philip before she'd come to work, which had not helped her mood one little bit. Her head hurt. She was sure she had a migraine coming on.

Barry jumped straight in, not wanting to waste any more time on idle chit chat. "So Mary, you told me the other day that your husband is still looking for work."

She looked up from her paperwork, her interest apparent by her raised eyebrow.

"Well it may be that I might have something that could be of interest to him," Barry added.

"Oh!" Mary exclaimed somewhat taken aback, "well yes he is still looking. He's always looking," she sighed. "But how can you offer him anything. Don't you just work here like the rest of us?" she added.

"True, very true but I actually have another business," he said.

"You do?" Mary said, her surprise clearly evident.

"Yes I do," Barry replied self importantly, "I have a company that offers basic logistic solutions to a wide variety of clients."

Mary looked at him sceptically. A what the fuck are you talking about look etched on her face.

"I don't want to bore you with all the details but it's not all just about transporting goods. There are other specialist areas in logistics that we specifically cater for. Obviously this company is not officially in my name but to all extent and purposes it's my company and I ensure there are no grey areas when it comes to potential conflicts with this job. I took a lot of legal advice before setting it up."

"Oh I see," she replied, her interest piqued.

Barry noticed her reaction and encouraged carried on.

"The thing is I'm expanding my company as we've just landed a new contract so I'm looking for a quality man to come work for us. So what do you think? Do you think it's something your husband would be interested in?" 

"Well I'm not sure, he's never worked in logistics. Why would you be interested in him?" Mary replied somewhat taken aback.

"Ah, I see, no you misunderstand. He doesn't need to have worked in logistics before. The skill sets he has from his previous jobs are what we are most interested in. The logistics side he can pick up as he goes along."

"Well, I'm sure, if that's the case, of course he would be definitely interested." Mary was relieved and slightly excited. Could it be that maybe, just maybe Philip was going to be working again. Her optimism was to prove short lived. 

"Splendid," beamed Barry. Now came the tricky part. But he was nothing if not direct.

"So Mary, what are you going to give me in return for employing your old man then? What's your quid pro quo?"

"Sorry, pardon me!" Mary wasn't sure what she had heard. She hadn't really been paying much attention. She had been mulling over Philip's likely reaction to her news.

"What did you say?" she asked.

Barry was smiling at her. "I asked what can I expect in return from you? A man puts himself out to help a friend by offering the friend's husband a job; the least he can expect is something in return."

"I...I...don't know what you're implying here Barry." she stuttered.

"You're a bright woman Mary, you'll figure it out. I'm sure you'll come up with the right answer." 

"Look you don't have to decide anything now and obviously you will have to think a few things over but you've got until Friday to make a decision, one way or the other. I'll leave it with you.

"I'm having a get together this Friday night at my home. It's just a few select people. Why don't you and your husband join us. It's semi formal so come dressed up but don't overdo it if you know what I mean. Here's the address." Barry handed her an embossed card.

As he turned to leave, he paused and turned back. "Be there for around eight, okay?" he said before adding, "See you Friday." 

* * * * * * * * * *

Mary had recently read a magazine review of a new book. In it the author had outlined the premise that all women want a masculine type of man to fuck them but look for someone with a softer more feminine personality to be the father of their children. Someone who will nurture them and look after them. She wasn't sure if she agreed with it completely but when she drew comparisons with her adult life she could see a connection. 

In her early adulthood, Mary had gone for the hunky masculine, dangerous type of man. They had certainly provided the raw sex and excitement, well most of them had, but they soon dumped her when she pressed them to settle down. 

Then she'd met Philip. Not her usual type at all. He was quiet, shy and reserved and needed a lot of persuading to even ask her out on a date. He was remarkably attentive as a lover and they had sex nearly every night whilst courting. However Mary could count on one hand the amount of times he made her cum with his cock and not his tongue or fingers or dildos. But he had always made her cum first. Maybe that had been his problem. He wasn't forceful enough, not masculine enough. There; there was that reason again. More evidence that maybe the author had a point.

She'd had many lovers before getting married, so many that if she was a man she would be labelled a stud but as a woman she was a borderline slut. Maybe that was why the masculine men seemed to marry mousy quiet reserved women, to nurture and look after their progeny. And maybe that was the reason they continued to cheat on their wives. Mary could think of quite a few couples where that had happened.

But Philip would never cheat on her, in fact had never cheated on her. He had been a good father to her children and she had been faithful to him all their married life and had assumed that her days of sex and arousal and need for cock satisfaction were long over.

How wrong she had been about that!

Steve had definitely re-awakened that in her. But there it was again. More evidence that the author of the book might know what he was talking about.

Steve was a complete bastard. She had disliked him intensely when she had met him. He was lazy and gave her no help at work at all. But when she had finally succumbed to his charms...well the sex had been spectacular. He was indeed very masculine as evidenced by his thick 9" cock and what he could do with it.

And now here was Barry. Another masculine man. A man's man. Smarmy, confident, cocksure of his abilities with the opposite sex. The man who brazenly, clearly wanted to fuck her. No doubt he would be well hung as well. They usually were.

The question was; was she prepared to let him fuck her just to secure Philip a job; a job which he desperately needed for his, and indeed her sanity.




Mary Pattinson Pt. 02



* * * * * * * * * *

Philip had been delighted when Mary told him about Barry's potential job offer but she had gone to great pains to make him understand that he might not get the position. She was still deeply conflicted over her role in the whole affair and was yet to make her decision. It hadn't taken her long; ten seconds actually; to realise what Barry wanted.

Friday night found her standing in front of the wardrobe mirror. She had taken care in selecting her outfit for the get together at Barry's house. She didn't want to be too overdressed but she still wanted to make a reasonable impression. She didn't know why this was important to her. 

Her choice in the end was a simple skirt and blouse combo. The blouse was a favourite of hers. Silky smooth it was normally a fairly tight fit but this night for some reason it seemed smaller than usual. She struggled to get the buttons fastened especially the ones across her ample breasts. Her skirt also seemed to be clinging to her ass and thighs more than usual. Dismissing from her mind that she might have put on a pound or two in weight she completed her outfit with stockings and 4" heel shoes.

On the drive over Philip questioned Mary regarding Barry's business. He seemed to think she knew everything about it and kept pumping her for information for virtually the entire trip. Mary found this constant barrage of questions quite tiring and by the time they finally arrived at Barry's palatial home, late, having taken a wrong turn after leaving the motorway, she was extremely irritated with him. 

However those thoughts were soon brushed to one side as she drove up the sweeping driveway towards the front entrance. She couldn't believe how much land there was. The gardens, which were clearly well tended, seemed to stretch for ever. This business of his must be doing okay she thought, he couldn't possibly afford this on his salary from the store alone. It was the property of a wealthy man.

There was a smattering of cars parked in front of the house. Mary felt slightly ashamed as Philip parked their small 3 door Nissan saloon car in-between a top of the range BMW and a low slung sports car. She noticed a badge on the car but the name, Porsche, wasn't familiar to her. Still the car was a nice colour she thought and it certainly looked expensive.

The wide entrance door swung open even before they even got to it. Barry came out to greet them, a glass of wine in his hand.

"Wonderful, you made it," he enthused. "Mary, it's lovely to be able to see you out of your work clothes, you look fantastic!"

Mary smiled, pleased with the compliment before she realised his real under lying meaning.

"And this must be Philip." He turned offering his hand in greeting. "Mary's told me all about you Philip. I hope we may have something that could be of mutual interest and benefit to both of us." He smirked at Mary, a look unseen by Philip.

Philip smiled weakly. He wasn't sure if he liked Barry much. He also believed in first impressions. But he was here and he needed a job. Any job.

"Right, first things first. Let's get you both a drink. Being late you've got a bit of catching up to do." He laughed. Taking them inside he led them to a large bar area in the corner of a massive lounge. The bar itself was groaning under the weight of numerous bottles of wine, beer and spirits. 

"So what'll you have...Mary?" he asked.

"A glass of white wine please Barry," she replied.

"And what about you Phil. Is it okay if I call you Phil?" Barry asked.

Mary held her breath. Philip hated being called Phil. He hated abbreviations of any kind. He thought they sounded too American. Not that he hated Americans.

"Phil's fine," he answered with a sickly smile on his face. Mary could tell he was clenching his teeth tightly. She could see the muscles in his cheek tightening. "A lager will be fine, thank you."

"Okay, let's find somewhere a bit more private and we'll have a chat," Barry said as he took Philip's arm and led him away from the bar. 

He looked back over his shoulder. "We'll be back in a bit Mary. Make yourself comfortable. You can have a wander round if you want. My bedroom is the big room upstairs." He grinned, enjoying the look of horror etched on Mary's face. Philip couldn't have heard his quip as there was no reaction from him at all.

After chatting to Philip for half an hour or so, Barry brought him back into the lounge. He sat down next to his wife on the sofa. Barry went off to get him another drink.

"Everything okay?" asked Mary.

"Yeah fine," replied Philip. "What he's offering is very interesting although I'm still not sure why he would want me as I've absolutely no background in logistics at all."

Mary's stomach turned over. She knew why Barry wanted him.

"Still a job's a job and I'd be stupid to turn it down if he did offer it to me."

Oh shit thought Mary. Barry arrived back with the drinks.

"Here you go Phil. Lager. And for you Mary another glass of white wine." He handed them over. Mary took a deep gulp. She knew what was coming next.

Barry turned to Philip. "Do you mind if I drag your good lady away for a bit." He emphasised the word, BIT. "I just need to go over a few things with her."

"Work related you understand, which unfortunately can't wait until my next visit," he added quickly when he saw the look on Philip's face.

"No, not at all," replied Philip.

"Splendid," Barry beamed. He took Mary's hand and helped her up from the sofa. He all but dragged Mary over to the other side of the large living room.

He took her arm and then indicated across the room. "So Mary, do you see that lady sat over there? That's Tiffany. I've already interviewed her about the job for her husband, if you catch my drift!"

Mary looked over. Even at that distance she could make out that Tiffany was a brassy looking bimbo with enormous breasts, thick make up and dyed blonde hair that was borderline white. It was severely back combed and piled up on top of her head. She was wearing an incredibly short leopard print dress in white, brown and black, which barely covered her panties. Her legs, which were bare were extremely tanned, almost orange. Sun bed tan mused Mary.

From that distance you would probably have thought that Tiffany was very attractive but close up she wouldn't be that enticing to a discerning man. She had thick pouty lips puffed up with collagen and her large breasts were quite obviously fake. Well that's what Mary disdainfully thought.

Barry continued. "That's her husband," he pointed out a mousy looking man sat next to the bimbo.

"He's also looking for a job and on the face of it is suitably qualified for the job role on offer. He also has experience in logistics, which Philip doesn't have."

"But...but you said that wouldn't be a problem..." interrupted Mary.

Barry sighed. "I did indeed and if you let me finish, what I was about to say was that there is more to this job than just qualifications."

Mary flinched as she felt his hand on her ass. It stayed there.

He leaned forward and continued. "We are a family business and need the right blend of people to make our company an enjoyable place to work."

"So tell me Mary, what are you prepared to offer our company. What can your husband bring to the table to make him a better candidate than Russell over there?"

Mary's stomach turned over. It was decision time.

Barry moved closer. "Or more importantly, what are YOU going to give me; Mary!" 

Her heart pounded in her chest as he pressed against her. She could feel a large bulge pushing up against her thigh. She was struggling to breathe, she couldn't catch her breath. She felt his hand squeeze her ass cheek.

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

Barry was smiling into her face. A smile of victory.

"Come with me, I think we need to discuss this in more detail privately." Barry abruptly took her hand and led Mary out of the room and upstairs."Did you see my bedroom earlier then?"

"No," she replied as she tottered after him reluctantly. Any perceived hint of hesitation from her was countered immediately by Barry with a swift tug.

Entering a bedroom as big as the entire first floor of Mary and Philip's home, he sat down on a sofa, patting the seat next to him. Mary sat down. She sank back, deep into the soft cushions, which offered little in the way of support and had the desired effect as far as Barry was concerned. 

Her legs came up and her skirt rode up to reveal a large expanse of her thighs. Barry could see the lace detail at the top of her thigh high stockings. Steve was right. She had fantastic legs especially in her high heels. He felt his cock pulse.

He placed a hand on her thigh as he looked into her eyes. 

"Come my dear, don't be shy. What can you do to impress on me the need to employ your husband?" 

His hand moved slowly along her leg, the silky smoothness of her sheer stockings aiding it's passage. It seemed to glide. God her legs are fantastic he thought. He could feel his cock pulsing in anticipation.

Her heart was thumping in her chest. She swallowed hard as she allowed his hand to creep further and further along her thigh.

Barry was delighted with his progress. He could see Mary was conflicted and dearly wanted to stop him but he knew she didn't want to ruin the one possible chance of her husband landing a job and potentially getting back some self esteem. This was going even better than he had dared hope.

Mary had folded her arms across her chest. Barry was unconcerned as his hand moved ever closer towards her pussy. He was certain she was going to stop him at any moment. Surely now he thought, as his hand reached the top of her stocking and touched her bare flesh. He felt her jump.

Mary was breathing hard, still struggling to make the final decision. She still had time. She could still put a stop to this. It had to be the right decision for both their sakes. Philip was desperate to work again but did she really want to prostitute herself just to get him a job?

Barry was beside himself with excitement. He could feel his cock pulsing over and over inside his boxers and could feel a rapidly growing wet patch as his pre cum leaked out in copious amounts.

It was too late for Mary. She had prevaricated too long. Barry made up her mind for her. He couldn't wait any longer.

He looped his right arm round her shoulders and drew her backwards, turning her towards himself at the same time. He bent down and kissed her. Her mouth shot open in surprise so he rammed his tongue inside swirling it around before making contact with hers.

She struggled against his embrace and breaking the kiss, placed her hands on his chest and managed to push him away from her.

"Stop it, I don't want this," she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Barry leaned back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come on Mary, sure you do," he replied. She seemed oblivious to the fact that his left hand was cupping her right breast and was gently fondling it. He already liked the feel of her breast. Soft but firm...heavy and big! Splendid!

"No, I don't. This isn't right and you know it," she answered.

His left hand moved unnoticed from her breast and deftly slipped the top button on her blouse loose. It broke free with a satisfying tug on the fabric as the strain was released. He moved down to release the next one. 

Barry smiled. "You know Mary that Philip's a good fit for our company and I'm sure you want him to be successful in his application for the position with us. Don't you?"

He released the third button of her silky blouse. 

"Well yes...of course...but this isn't the way it should be..." Mary trailed off. Her hand was still flat against Barry's chest, holding him off.

Barry freed two more buttons. That was enough. She still didn't seem to have noticed. His right hand that had remained draped round her shoulder took hold of the collar and with one careful movement he eased her blouse away and off her shoulder. 

Oh yes! 

He looked down onto her exposed chest. He liked what he saw. Her 38D breasts were indeed glorious orbs just as Steve had told him. Her cleavage was truly outstanding and he could see the way her flesh quivered inside the plunging white lace bra with every breath she took. He could make out the shape of her nipples through the fabric. His cock was pulsing insanely as his arousal grew to breaking point.

His hand returned to cup her breast through her bra. He squeezed gently and was rewarded when he felt her nipple pop up.

He smirked once more. God this was so good...

"So Mary, have you made your mind up yet?" he asked as he continued to fondle and caress her right breast.

Mary responded with an involuntary twitch.

"I take that to be a yes then," Barry leered as he squeezed harder and flicked his finger over her rapidly swelling nipple.

"No, no," Mary replied, "it's not right...oohh...it's not right at all...oohh," her voice trailed off.

"You don't seem to be trying to stop me Mary, now do you," Barry spoke to her as an adult would a child. "You do know that you've let me fondle your breasts and unbutton your blouse and..."

He never finished his sentence as he leant in and kissed her hard, taking her back into the cushions. She arched her back pushing her large 38D breasts out towards him. He gratefully received the gift, scooping her right boob deftly out of her bra and groping it forcefully. She moaned into his mouth as she succumbed to his seduction.

He adjusted his position and took her breast into his right hand which he continued to grope and fondle. His fingers played with her erect, swollen nub, teasing and flicking it.

Managing this freed his left hand which he put back onto her leg before moving it down to her inner thigh. Her legs were still fairly close together. He nudged her with his knuckles. Her legs parted.

His heart was racing as they slid apart. His fingers moved towards her pussy. As he touched her through her thong she groaned softly. Her legs parted wider in acceptance. 

He eased her back to lay her down onto the sofa and quickly removed her white thong. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and spread her legs wide. 

She looked up at him. A tear in her eye. She uttered a final plea. "No, we shouldn't be doing this. It's not right..."

Barry ignored her and quickly unfastened his trousers before pushing them down his legs along with his boxers. He took hold of his cock as it swung free. It was already erect. Pre cum dripped from the large bulbous head.

Standing on one leg, he knelt between her thighs with the other and entered her, pushing firmly home into her slippery wet pussy. Mary caught sight of his cock at the last minute. "Oh fuck, it's massive," she groaned inwardly.

"Ooohhh....my god...fuck...ooohhh....ooohhh," Mary was in agony as his cock entered her. It pulled at her pussy lips as they stuck to the side of his enormous shaft. She screwed her eyes shut.

Why was it that all men who are patently ass-holes seem to have the biggest equipment. The thought ran through her mind as Barry finally penetrated her as far as she thought he possibly could.

Oh fuck...oh fuck she thought, he's too big...he's too big. I can't take it!

He paused, longer than she thought he would. She opened her eyes and looked up enquiringly as to why he had stopped. She felt that he was in as far as Steve had been. She had grown to think Steve's thick 9" cock was the biggest she'd ever had. She was soon going to find out how wrong she was.

Barry was grinning down at her. He was triumphant. She was now where he had wanted her to be since Steve had told him about his experiences with her. She was laid out beneath him with 9" of his thick, throbbing, pulsating cock buried deep inside her pussy.

She was panting, little gasps escaping her as she felt her pussy clamp down onto his thick cock. It had adapted quickly.

He braced himself. "Are you ready Mary," he leered, "are you ready for the rest..."

Mary's eyes shot wide open and she screamed as Barry, with one dynamic thrust of his hips buried the rest of his 12" cock deep inside her pussy.

Then he fucked her. He fucked her hard and without passion, grabbing and mauling at her impressive breasts, everything for his gratification only.

Mary grunted with each forceful thrust of his hips as he ploughed into her. She tried hard to stifle her cries worried in case they might be overhead. She needn't have worried. The room where Barry was mercilessly fucking her was far enough away from the downstairs living room for any of the party guests to hear.

* * *

Philip shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He had seen Mary leave the room with Barry, presumably to talk more privately about their work issues but he didn't know where they had gone. Why they couldn't deal with the problem or whatever it was in normal working hours he didn't know. He did know however that they seemed to have been gone quite a long time. He didn't know whether to sit and wait or go looking for them. He agonised over his decision for a while before deciding to sit it out and wait for them to return. 

He took a sip from his glass of lager. Barry had brought him a different one to the first and it was a brand he didn't much care for. He put it back down on the table and looked around. He was bored. He didn't know anyone there, not that there were many other guests. He caught the eye of a blonde bimbo. She was sitting next to a small, quiet man. They weren't speaking. He looked bored as well. Philip realised that she was smiling at him although it seemed to be a fixed expression. He nodded in her direction before looking away.

* * *

Upstairs Mary was coming; again and again. If she thought Steve had stamina and could fuck like a demon she had another think coming. Barry was a machine. In and out, unrelenting, he slammed his entire 12" length in and out of her pussy.

She was loving it. He was killing her but in a perverse way she wanted it. Being taken forcefully by Barry; a man she didn't like at all, was a strange experience. It was disgustingly erotic and she hated herself for feeling this way.

"Ohhh...ohhh...my god..." she screamed as Barry finally came with a last massive thrust of his hips.

"Yeah...!" Barry cried out as he shot his cum deep into Mary's ravaged pussy. 

"That was pretty good," he panted as he looked down on Mary.

He smiled wickedly as he savoured the look on her face. It was a mixture of satisfaction, fear and hatred. A winning combination.

He pulled his cock free. His cum followed and dribbled down her pussy lips and onto her thighs.

She watched as he dressed himself. "See you downstairs then," he said and walked out the room.

What have I just done, thought Mary disgusted with herself as she gathered herself together, readjusting her clothes and cleaning up as much of Barry's gunk as she could off her legs. It oozed out as she stood and left the room, following Barry downstairs.

* * * * * * * * * *

She didn't see Barry for a few days after the party. Philip had questioned her as to where she'd been with Barry all that time but she dismissed it as catching up on store matters. Philip didn't like to push her on the details. He felt he was in enough trouble with Mary as it was.

She was in her small office at work, wading through masses of paperwork, which she hated doing, when Barry finally contacted her regarding the job.

"Hi Mary, I guess you've been wondering why I've not been in touch before now?"

"No; I just thought you must be busy," Mary replied trying to keep her manner nonchalant. Inside she was quivering with nerves.

"Yeah right!" Barry chortled. "Anyway your competition kept coming round to see me. She was most persuasive, in fact you could say she used every trick in the book!"