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Mid Life Crisis

By: Hudson



All my friends said dating a woman twenty years younger than me would mess with my head, my former wife just laughed shook her head and told me she never thought she would see me go through a mid life crisis, I guess she was wrong. I jostled my bum trying to comfort my aching body, two broken arms, two shattered legs below the knees and four cracked ribs, running a class two Porsche racing car into a concrete wall tends to that to ones body. If I could just move a little to the left then I could, shit too far, I will never get this wheel chair in front of the television properly.

So what if Kristy was twenty six, I have met plenty mature women of the same age I think maybe my friends are just jealous, then again I don't think I'll be doing much with Kristy for awhile. I heard the rattle of keys then the door unlock. " Honey I'm home," Kristy called out as she walked down the hallway. " Am I glad your home when you have a second could you move me in front of the television," I said.

I could hear Kristy enter the lounge room her stilettos clicking against the wooden floors, then the regular crashing as she threw her keys onto the coffee table. When Kristy reached me she spun my wheel chair around so I faced her. "Hey careful that hurts," I cried out. Kristy stood in front of me she was wearing what could be best described as a very worn trench coat; she leaned forward and kissed me on my cheek. Kristy opened the trench coat and dropped it the floor, the cream laced corset and suspender belt contrasted against her tanned body. "Look Kristy I don't think I'm up to any fooling around," I said. " You will be," she replied.

Kristy turned around and bent over, her firm arse pushing outwards, the straps of her suspender belt hugging her buttocks tightly, I could see the outline of her pussy through her panties, she spread her legs and ran a finger along her protruding lips, as her hand moved away I could see a trail of moistness appear on her crotch. She turned and faced me flicking her long straight jet black hair back across her shoulders, she spread her legs and cupped her large breasts in her hands, her palms searching for her nipples through the silky lace corset, once found she traced around them with her fingers, they grew immediately pushing outwards, moulding into the silky fabric, Kristy ran her tongue around her red painted lips searching for some form of comfort as her nipples were stimulated by the touch of the corsets fabric. 

She moved her hands from her breasts down along the sides of her body and then criss crossed them over her stomach, experiencing the silkiness touch of the lingerie against her skin, her hands moved down to her panties, she slipped a hand under the elastic and stroked her pussy slowly and gently her hand moving back and forth, Kristy removed her hand and placed it under her nose smelling her own sex and then she placed her fingers in her mouth suckling at them, savouring her juices.

Kristy looked down at the bulge in my pants and smiled, she slowly unlaced the corset, releasing her large firm tits, the fresh air danced over her dark crimson coloured nipples exciting them even more, their length and thickness increasing, when she had completed unlacing the corset she discarded it to one side. Kristy let out a sigh as her hands touched the naked flesh of her breasts, her fingers pinching at her nipples trying to release the pressure in them.

She removed her panties exposing her freshly shaven bald pussy to me, my cock ached and all I wanted to do was release it from its jail cell the plaster on my arms prevented me doing so. Kristy ran her finger softly across her pink puffy lips, preventing her finger from parting them, finally she pushed her finger against them forcing them to part, her finger disappearing between them, she fingered her pussy revealing her wetness and hard clit, Kristy teased her swollen clit with the top of her finger pressing against it with enough pressure to make her hips sway.

Kristy stopped, " Don't stop now," I pleaded. She picked up a brown paper bag that was beside her she opened it and produced a big box with "Black Thunder" written on it, underlined with the words twelve thick inches, Kristy pulled the huge black dildo from the box and ran her tongue along the sides of it and then across its large head and then she sucked at its realistic balls. Kristy positioned herself on all fours her arse pointing towards me, she then ran the black thunder dildo along her wet cunt, sliding it back and forth slowly, every now and then teasing her wanting hole with its big head. She pushed it hard against her large clit and then settled the tip of the dildo into her hot hole, Kristy grabbed the black thunder by its balls and gradually edged the twelve inches bit by bit into her tight twat, Kristy pushed down on the dildo her pouting lips clamping on to every inch of the black thunder, I watched in amazement, thinking that she would not be able to take its full length into her.

Kristy grunted as the black thunders head touched the top of her insides, its unique curve hugging her, pushing its balls hard against her soddened cunt, its thickness filling every inch of her, she paused waiting for her pussy to become accustomed to the twelve inches deep inside her, at first her pussy lips sucked onto the dildo as she stroked it, finally her tightness relaxed allowing her to pump the black thunder smoothly up and down her aching hole

. Kristy pushed back onto her calf's engulfing the black cock inside her, she rocked her hips, her hands squeezing her large tits, she increased her pace and rhythm, the largeness of her substitute cock forcing her body back towards the floor, her hand pushing it deep inside her, her cunt becoming wetter and wetter, Kristy arched her back and rammed the black thunder in as deep as she could take it, her legs started to tremble and I could see her stretched pouting lips quivering, her legs snapped closed, her buttocks squeezed together clamping onto her black cock, she screamed, "oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, fill me." Kristy's body lurched forward and her knees buckled under her, as her orgasm ripped through her body, she lay in front of me, her reddened pussy damp, still clutching the black thunder inside her, Kristy's desire fulfilled.

She kneeled and moved towards me, her black hair matted across her face from the perspiration, Kristy unzipped my shorts, my cock sprung out, its head covered in pre cum, Kristy ran her thumb over the top of my cock smearing my pre cum, she looked at me with her deep sultry blue eyes, she licked the sides of my shaft from top to bottom and when she reached my balls her mouth engulfed them, her tongue stroking as she sucked my balls deep into her throat, I moaned with pleasure.

Kristy held the twelve inch black dildo between her stilettos; she lowered her pussy onto the waiting dick she whimpered as it filled her, she stroked my cock with her hand, her tongue flickering across its head. Kristy's mouth surrounded the head of my cock slowly sucking drawing my jism closer to the top, as she plunged her pussy down onto the dildo so did her mouth on to my cock, I felt her chin touch my balls as she swallowed the entire length of my hardness into her throat, I sat helpless in her control my injuries making it impossible to move.

Kristy pumped the dildo, her slippery wet cunt slurped as it went up and down, her mouth moved in time with her wanting hole up and down, up and down, she increased her rhythm, the pressure in my balls started to build, Kristy sensed my urgency she pushed my cock into the cleavage of her large breasts and pushed them together titty fucking my erect cock, as my balls tightened Kristy's mouth engulfed my cock, my hot spunk splashed down her throat, she lapped it up swallowing it all, sucking as hard as she could draining every last bit from me, Kristy pushed her tits harder against my cock I could feel her rigid nipples against my groin, Kristy's arse slapped as she drove her swollen cunt lips deep onto the black thunder, her finger nails dug into my skin, with one final thrust Kristy impaled her pussy as her hips gyrated she pushed the whole twelve inches as deep as she could take them, her moans of pleasure muffled by the deep throat she was continuing on my now limp cock, her body motionless for a few seconds before her hips bucked and her body shuddered into another orgasm, as her cunt muscles contracted around her new black cock. 

Kristy laid her head in my groin, her cunt swollen and spent, her lust and desire satisfied by the black thunder dildo, I watched Kristy laying there trying to calm her body down, I thought to myself thank goodness for mid life crisis, and to my friends who continually taunt me, well basically they can get fucked.

Mid-life Crisis



Hello ladies. Yes, this story is addressed specifically to you (but I know the guys are going to love it, too). 

A lot of women who read my work have emailed me saying they masturbate imaging themselves as my sluts. 

As I have said before there is nothing sexier about a woman than her mind. She may have a luscious blowjob mouth, big fuckable tits, the juiciest pussy but if she doesn't release her slutdom she's nothing but a distant jerk off fantasy.

All women are sluts at some time of their lives - when they just want to fuck and suck and think of little else, masturbating three or four times a day if they don't have their fuck partner handy. Even the plainest of women...

I'm thinking of Stephanie, a French girl who'd learnt English in the US, who used to be a co-worker of mine all those years ago. When I brought the affair to an end after three months and moved out she still hated me a year later, poor girl!

How did it start? There'd been this big meeting at work one evening and Steph had got very upset and emotional during it so later when I got home I decided to phone her to give her a little comfort. She had just broken up with a boyfriend at the time and was in her twenties, while I was sixteen years older, in what had become a boring long-term relationship and needed to have a mid-life crisis. 

She was sort of plain looking, wore big glasses, dressed business-like but she seemed to have quite nice shapes beneath her smart outfits. A very efficient girl, bit of a perfectionist I suppose. In fact she was in everything. Yes, everything as I was soon to find out.

The evening phone calls became a regular thing. When my partner took the dogs out for their evening stroll I'd pick up the phone and dial Stephanie's number. 

She was always waiting for me, semi-naked on her bed. We had very quickly got into phone sex and we'd both masturbate as we talked our filth. I had told her I liked a nice bushy, hairy cunt and she had told me that was what she had. Of course it was true as I was soon to discover. I'd also told her how I love to have my cock sucked and she told me how much she loved sucking cock. That was also true. And so I would have her rubbing her cunt and cumming over the phone whilst I described how she would suck me and have me shoot my hot load in her mouth. 

Sometimes I got her to masturbate using the phone's hand set so I could hear it brushing through her pubic hair. I'd generally concentrate on making her cum but sometimes she wanted me to orgasm and so, as I rubbed my cock she talked about how I'd fuck her hairy pussy from behind and how she would lick and suck at my cock until she made it spurt. I'd tell her when I was cumming and her talk would get even dirtier.

Eventually this was not enough for her and she kept asking when we were going to do the dirty for real. It happened one Friday afternoon that we both had off. I went round to her little studio and she was waiting with a bottle of good wine from her father's cellar and dressed in a negligee, a wasp-waist sexy corset thing that made her big round tits bulge out, black nylons and black French knickers. You know the ones with an open crotch. She had quite a wardrobe of sexy underwear I found out.

After a few glasses of wine the next thing I remember is us lying on her bed, I was stripped down to my underpants and her face was next to my crotch as she started her exploration of my straining cock. After completely removing my pants she looked at, smelled, fondled, tasted, licked and slowly sucked and kissed every inch of my throbbing manhood. She knew exactly where to touch, how to touch it, for how long and with what! She really was worshipping it like something she had been longing for. 

Meanwhile I was discovering the lips of her juicy cunt in her luscious jungle of pubic hair. She placed it over my hungry mouth. It was clean and washed, the pubes were soft with a faint perfume of bath soap but her natural sex odours were oozing like musky honey. As my face revelled in her cunt my cock was experiencing the most delicious sensations as her lips and tongue danced around its hard, shiny head. But I knew that we both needed to fuck. We both wanted to feel the exquisite sensation of hard cock entering soft cunt for the first time.

I lay on top of her and my cock slipped easily and slowly into her soaking cunt, inch by inch until she was filled. She had in fact done a lot of fucking already with her past eight boyfriends but her cunt was tight and gripping me firmly. And then she started the cunt massage, somehow rippling it around my immobile cock. I was learning that she could make her cunt feel like a mouth and later that her mouth could feel like a cunt. If she had continued this massage much longer I would have just laid there and pumped a huge orgasm into her but I still needed to give her a good pounding. And that's what I did. 

Here we had a perfect example of an apparently ordinary girl being an absolute sex-craving slut. As I pounded her she moaned and grunted, thrusting back and telling me to fuck her, to make her cum. Which I did. Then I turned her over and did her doggy. She shoved her round bum in the air and spread her thighs, I knelt behind her and watched my big cock thrust in and out of her jungle, and that's what made me cum, seeing all that matted, wild pubic hair, especially around her asshole.

And so my wife found out and told me to move out and go and live with the slut if that's what I wanted to do. So I did.

Anyway, I think I must have cum more times in her mouth than in her pussy. As soon as we'd get back from work –after I'd moved in with her – we'd fuck. But she couldn't fuck without first sucking on my cock. She'd tell me during the day how much she wanted to feel my big, hard cock in her mouth giving me half a dozen hard-ons to deal with. In other circumstances I'd have gone off to the toilets to have a wank but she wouldn't let me! She'd say, "Wait until we get home and we'll fuck and I'll make you cum big time." So by the end of the working day I'd have a huge erection as we drove back to the flat. I got it out in the car once and she stopped at an empty intersection and went down on me for a couple of minutes. She could not resist putting my cock in her in her mouth.

Once home we'd try to get changed and being half naked would find ourselves on the bed or the sofa, me lying there with my stiff cock being slurped over as I fingered her soft, slushy, hairy cunt, watching as she worshiped my meat.

She had had a lot of practise at sucking cocks and was a perfectionist by nature anyway, so she had perfected her cock sucking techniques to a high degree. But even better than that – she needed to suck cock. She loved it, she savoured cock like someone appreciating a fine wine, always needing to taste a little more as the flavour and feel of it invades the mouth each time with new delicious sensations. She was a cock connoisseur.

Now cock sucking and pussy eating are usually the hors d'oeuvres to the main dish – a long hard fuck – but in our case we often didn't get to the main dish. Well, not until much later. The way she would slowly skin back the foreskin revealing the hard, shiny head, the plum that she wanted to taste! She knew exactly how to pleasure a man with her mouth and hands. Her tongue wandered around, instinctively lingering on the most sensitive spots and then she would engulf the head with her lips, moaning as she really got to taste my manhood at last. She'd told me that the taste and smell of my sex turned her on like no one ever had.

But not only my cock. She savoured my balls, licking and sucking on them as her hand slowly wanked my cock with a rotating movement that stretched the skin below the cock head, constantly stimulating it.

Of course as her mouth played around my balls her tongue could not resist probing lower and so she would have me lift my knees up so that she could get to my arse hole.

"I'm a fucking dirty slut, "she had told me over the phone once as I was wanking. "I love a man's ass – the smell and taste of it. Just imagine if I were to be licking around your hole right now and then started to fuck it with my tongue... You'd cum right away!" And I did.

So, this dirty slut would lick and kiss my arse hole, munching on it in fact while her hand did that delicious slow revolving wank on my bursting cock. But then she would have to go back to working on it with her mouth. 

Sometimes a blowjob accompanied by a face full of oozing pussy is ecstasy when you don't really know how she is making those exquisite sensations on your cock and as you cum you bury your tongue deep into her pussy. Other times it is great to just watch what she is doing to you, see her enjoyment as she takes you to the brink. Those times though I have to have my hands on her tits and also finger her wet cunt, playing with her clit, giving her mini orgasms.

Steph was one of those girls who could cum from just sucking cock, she loved it so much. And so I'd watch as she engulfed my cock as she sat over me and of course, of course, she deep throated! Most girls will take the first three or four inches into their mouth and suck lovingly, which is pretty delicious, I must admit. But seeing her sliding her mouth over your cock and not stopping until it has totally disappeared, her nose in your pubes and holding it in her throat, feeling like it's buried in a tight, wet cunt.! Fuck man, it is practically indescribable.

And so she would continue, slowly and lovingly taking me to the edge until she could hear my breathing change, short, fast panting telling her I was about to cum. And what would she do?

She would ensure that the end of my knob was in her mouth being caressed by her tongue, continue that delicious wanking with one hand whilst the other gently squeezed my balls and then she would slip her long middle finger right up my arse and I could feel my orgasm coming from that spot, then churning through my balls and rushing up my cock pumping load after load of hot spunk into her hungry mouth. I'd let my whole body relax into that orgasm, I didn't have to make any effort at all – no tensing of the legs to help bring it on – she did it all, and it just went on and on. Just when it seemed to be over she would do something to bring it on again – finger fucking my arse, deep throating, magical tongue movements, I can't really say but in fact she managed to give me multiple orgasms with her blowjobs as I lay there helpless, panting, moaning and muttering obscenities.

And of course, not a drop of my precious spunk was wasted. This was the elixir she had been working for and this was when I would feel her cunt spasming around my fingers as she came. Sometimes she would swallow it, gulp after gulp as I pumped it into her mouth, other times she'd swallow the fist mouthfuls and then as she managed to get more of my spunk out of me she'd leave it in her mouth, playing with it, showing me it on her tongue, letting some drool down her chin, then hungrily licking it back into her mouth. Then she would look at me and swallow it all as if she were drinking a hot chocolate – she loved hot chocolate – licking and sucking at her lips to make sure she had drunk every last delicious drop. She really did love spunk!

My cock would be still hard and twitching and to finish of she'd put out her tongue and gently milk out the last few dribbles onto it, smacking her lips in a "Yum, yum!" sort of way.

The wonderful thing about her blowjobs is that I didn't have to do a thing to my cock or tell her what to do – she did it all perfectly instinctively, understanding my every twitch and moan. 

From time to time there was a different ending, as she made me cum she would take my cock out of her mouth, still wanking it, open her mouth, put out her tongue and tell me to cum all over her face and mouth. And guess what? I would do that very thing! She loved to have her face splattered and drooling with hot cum, licking her lips, sucking at my knob end, squeezing my balls.

She actually had me take photos of her like that and she told me later she had shown them to her girlfriends. I later understood the funny way they would look at me sometimes.

Eventually she would clean up, or not, make supper and often after supper we just fucked long and slowly until we were both about to cum and I would pound into her hard and fast, usually from behind and I'd pump another load into her cunt as she screamed out her orgasms. We'd go to bed stinking of sex until we showered the next morning.

Being the complete dirty slut that she was she also loved having her ass fucked. For her the dirtier the sex the better it was. I'd never been able to persuade any of my partners to let me fuck them in the ass but Steph was different. She practically begged me to do it one day. I shouldn't have been surprised, really, knowing how much she loved sex. She told me she loved having a cock in her ass because it was a really dirty thing to do and because it felt so fucking good.

Actually she had a very clean arsehole. We never used condoms and there was never any trace of shit on my cock. I think she gave herself enemas. Of course whenever I had my head buried in her bush I too would love to give her a rimming. It was one of those times that she suggested I put my cock up there. How does a guy refuse such an invitation? She took out some lube and started to grease up my already very hard cock. If she had continued that for very long we both know what the result would have been so she was careful. Then she got me to rub the lubricant all over her arsehole, encouraging me to put as many fingers in her as I could. I was being gentle but she wanted it rough and so eventually I had three fingers sliding into her ass.

"Alright, I'm ready for that fucking big cock of yours. Come on, put it in my ass." At work Steph was always so proper and I loved it when she talked like a whore to me at home. She was two totally different people. 

And so she pulled up her legs, holding them in the crook of her arms completely exposing her hairy cunt and arse to me. I had a choice of holes but I was aiming at that tight puckered one. How could my big cock fit in there, I was wondering – but I had just had three fingers up it. She took hold of my cock slipped the tip into her hole. It was tight but it slid in easily. "I want all eight inches in there, slam it in me!" she ordered. How can a gentleman refuse a lady's request? And so I pushed and the whole fucking thing disappeared into her arsehole and it felt so fucking good and tight. "Now fuck it hard!"

I started exploring the possibilities, still worried that it might hurt her. But, no, she really loved having the shit hammered out of her. No pun intended. And so within a few minutes I was pummelling her arsehole with my cock like a jack hammer. She was grunting and moaning, mauling her big tits, rubbing at her pussy, sometimes lifting her head to get a glimpse of my cock thrusting in and out of her, then throwing back her head in ecstasy as the sight and feelings took her nearer and nearer to a huge orgasm.

I felt perfectly in control for the moment as I'd cum in her mouth earlier and knew I could make her cum a few times before the really big one I sensed was there. The feeling of her rectum completely encasing my cock was wonderful and so different to a cunt, even a tight one and she did absolutely love it, no doubt at all.

I changed pace, slowly withdrawing then suddenly jabbing it back into her now gaping arsehole. She loved that, too. Eventually her panting told me she was going for the Big O and I grabbed her cunt and pushed a handful of fingers into it. That did it. She started screaming and moaning and swearing and thrusting back at me as she her orgasm took hold of her and wouldn't let go for what must have been more than a minute. I had never ever seen a woman have such a massive orgasm.

But neither had I ever experienced first hand what happened next. Her cunt contracted around my hand and then she started squirting, gushing all over me, hot woman cum. And this was obviously intensifying her orgasm. We were soaked as she lay there shaking and panting but I still hadn't cum. But what I had just experienced suddenly released an enormous orgasm that I just wasn't expecting! And as she felt me starting to cum she contracted her rectum which squeezed my cock right out of her. The initial spurt had filled her ass but there was much more on its way. 

Before I could react she had managed to move and replace her asshole with her mouth and was just licking that delicious spot just below the head with tip of her tongue, mouth open. My cock was oozing spunk now, not spurting, just oozing and oozing the thickest, creamiest spunk imaginable and it was all going onto her tongue, filling her mouth, drooling down her chin and with each ooze there was another wave of orgasm, no, a tsunami of orgasms that eventually left me shaking, my cock slowly softening and then I had yet another First.

She pulled me down on the bed, leaned over my face and slowly let my cum dribble onto my mouth. I had tasted it before out of curiosity but just a little drop. She slid her tongue into my mouth and I let my spunk drool from her mouth to mine, mixed with our saliva. If she liked it, why shouldn't I? I'd had my tongue up her arse and sucked on her cunt juices so now I was going to enjoy the taste and feel of my own juice as we lay there snowballing my cum from mouth to mouth, licking it off each other's faces until we had both swallowed every drop.

God, was that girl a slut! I've never known one like her before or since. But she was crazy and so after a couple of months of this sort of sex I went back to my wife who was also a bit of a slut, of course and very understanding about the whole situation. I eventually learned that while I was away she had been indulging her sexual fantasies too and had got into some serious gang banging.

But that's another story!



Mid-life Crisis



Kath sat back in her chair and tried to ignore her daughter's giggling and concentrate on the Crime drama on the TV. Jennifer was wrapped around her new boyfriend Adam on the sofa and as he whispered in her ear again, Jenny let out a little squeal and hit him playfully on the chest. It was getting on Kath's nerves and she shot her daughter an annoyed glare, but neither Jenny or Adam were even looking in her direction. As they ignored her Kath continued to look in their direction, she saw her daughter give her boyfriend a small peck on the cheek and then whisper something to him. He smiled broadly and Kath noticed how Jenny's hand brushed lightly over Adam's groin. He tensed, she noticed and turned his head toward the TV, just as Jenny kissed him on the neck and brought her hand back towards her, touching him again. As she did that Jenny's head started to turn towards her, Kath quickly turned to the TV, keeping an eye on her daughter with her peripheral vision. When Jenny was satisfied she was watching TV, she turned back to her boyfriend and Kath turned her head again towards them. 

Jenny had lifted her leg off Adam's lap and had put her legs up on the sofa. Kath realised she had done this because it gave her easier access to Adam's groin and she watched as her daughter rested her hand in Adam's lap. Adam was doing his best to keep an eye on the TV just in case she looked over at them, Kath guessed, but it was clear to Kath that Jenny's hand's proximity to his penis was distracting him. Kath thought about coughing or getting up to go and make a drink, to make her daughter stop but she caught sight of a slight bulge in Adam's jeans and decided against it. She watched her daughter's fingers move over the bulge in Adam's jeans and saw how it twitched under her touch and grow a bit more. Again she thought she needed to do something or say something just so that Jenny remembered she was there, but something within her didn't want the moment to stop. She turned away again to the TV, but couldn't resist looking back. Jenny's hand had moved away slightly and Adam's cock was now clearly visible straining against the denim. After what seemed an age , Kath shook herself and managed to take her eyes off her daughter's boyfriends bulging jeans. She stood up and made to leave the room.

"Where are you going Mom?" Jenny asked.

"Ummm I'll be back in a minute, just need to go to the bathroom."

Kath walked down the hallway and into the bathroom, leaning her back against the door as she closed it behind her. She took a few deep breathes, but then knew she had to get her own jeans down quickly. She unzipped them and pushed them down and her panties quickly followed. She sat down onto the toilet and her fingers had only just found her pussy, when the orgasm shot through her. She sat there and her cum squirted into the pan as the picture of Adam's bulging jeans turned into a picture of Adam's erect cock in her mind. She sat back, leaning against the cistern as her orgasm eased off.

When it was all over, Kath couldn't believe what she had done. Jenny had brought a number of boys back to the house over the years, but Kath had never felt this way before. 

She initially felt disgusted with herself as she started to re-dress, but she was a woman who'd had to resort to masturbation for the past 4 years and the sight of a 19 year olds cock bulging in tight jeans would have had the same affect on many women she decided. As she opened the bathroom door she also reasoned that before now Jenny's boyfriends had all been just that boys, but Adam was different. He was tall, over 6 feet and had a powerful athletic build, he also sported a little goatee beard which made him look a bit older and Kath thus saw him more as a man than a boy.

As Kath walked back down the hallway she wondered if the two of them would have taken advantage of her absence. Would she go back and find Jenny sucking him off perhaps?

When Kath got back into the lounge, Jenny was lying on the sofa and Adam was sitting at her feet and Kath noticed that the bulge was no longer there. Had Jenny made him cum? Or had they seen sense and tried to cool their passions? The second seemed more likely and Kath was surprised how disappointed she was that Adam was no longer hard.

That night as Kath lay in bed alone, she couldn't get the mental picture of Adam's bulging jeans out of her mind. All she kept thinking about was Jenny's hand resting on his groin and in her head it quickly changed to her hand wrapped round his throbbing cock. God he was only 19, she shouldn't be thinking like this, it was sordid, but she couldn't help herself. For an hour she tormented herself, trying to think about other things, but in the end it was no good. She moved her right hand down and inside her panties. Slowly she worked a finger past her labia and started to stimulate her clit. As she worked herself up, her left hand moved to her right breast and soon she was masturbating furiously;

"Ohh Adam, Adam," she whispered, "Yes darling that's good, yes play with me."

Her excitement built and she pulled her hand away from her breast and switched on the bed-side light. She leaned over the bed and reached for a small cardboard box underneath, pulling it into view. She quickly removed the photo albums in it to reveal a smaller box underneath. She opened that and pulled out a 6 inch pink vibrator. The vibrator hummed as she switched it onto a low setting. Within a second it was vibrating against her pussy lips as Kath started to peak towards another orgasm. As her juices started to flow, she inserted the vibrator into her cunt and let out a little low groan.

"Yes, Adam, fuck me, fuck me you naughty boy."

She moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy as she imagined her daughter's boyfriend on top of her fucking her passionately. She carried on fucking herself until her arm ached and she then imagined his young body collapsing on her as he filled her with his spunk.

When she had calmed down she felt so guilty, but she knew that maybe the next night she would do it all over again.

As the days went by Kath found herself longing for the evening to come around. Both Adam & Jenny worked in a department store in town during the day, but they spent most evenings in the week at Kath's house. She would make them supper and let them watch what they wanted on TV, just so they would hang around. Kath started to feel like a love sick teenager herself and loved it when Adam spoke to her.

Just the words "That was a great Spag Bol Mrs Clarke," were enough for her heart to skip a beat.

Each evening she sat on her chair and let the two young lovers have the sofa and hoped that her daughter would seek to arouse her boyfriend. 

One evening Adam turned up later than Jenny because he had been out playing tennis with a friend. Jenny let him in and he came into the lounge wearing a pair of tennis shorts and a polo shirt. He collapsed onto the sofa as Jenny fetched him the meal Kath had cooked and left being kept warm in the oven. 

After the meal, Jenny again snuggled up to her boyfriend and with 1 eye on the TV and the other on them, Kath waited to see what transpired. 

It didn't take long for her daughter to start feeling randy and Kath watched as Jenny's fingers toyed with the bottom of Adam's shorts. Jenny shot her Mom a quick glance, but Kath had become skilful in her voyeurism. Thinking her Mom was engrossed in the TV, Jenny's hands worked their way up the leg of Adam's shorts. He muttered something which Kath didn't hear, but she did hear Jenny say "Shhhh it's okay."

Kath watched as Jenny's hand disappeared and as it had the desired effect on Adam. His shorts were much looser than his jeans and thus, as his cock grew, it stood out much prouder than Kath had seen before.

She felt that lovely familiar tingle in her own groin and her pussy started to moisten as she stared at Adam's lovely young cock encased in his shorts.

Adam was obviously uncomfortable and he whispered something to Jenny and shifted on the sofa so that he half turned away from Kath. Her heart sank and again she felt so stupid & filthy as she rationalised her thoughts. She wanted to see his hard cock jutting out against his tennis shorts and the fact that now she couldn't, upset her. It was like she was jealous, Jenny was so close and could probably still see his manhood straining against the cotton material, but she had been denied that and it hurt. She turned her attention back to the TV and tried not to think about him or the ache in her groin, but it was no good lust was taking over in her mind and she decided that she needed some manual relief. 

Kath found herself once more sitting on the toilet seat rubbing the nub of her clit, and wishing Adam was there to watch. As she lost herself in her fantasy a dirty idea crossed her mind. 

"God! that's disgusting Kath," she said to herself. However the more she thought of it, the more frantic her fingers moved in her pussy.

She got up from the toilet and took a small plastic beaker from the top of the bathroom cabinet. She held it in her right hand and went back to work on her pussy with her left, as she mulled over the possible results of her idea in her mind, she felt the wonderful sensation she always had just before she squirted her cum from her pussy. Her right hand quickly went down between her legs and Kath's cum spurted into the beaker. 

She was shaking as she pulled her panties and jeans back up as she decided to put her plan into action. Leaving the cup in the bathroom, well hidden, she went back to the lounge.

"How about I fetch you guys a drink," she said.

Jenny turned towards her,

"That'd be great Mom, how about 2 orange juices."

"Sure honey."

Kath turned and made for the kitchen but firstly went to the bathroom. She collected the beaker and hurried into the kitchen, placing it in the sink. She then collected the juice from the fridge and 2 glasses.

Her heart was racing and she felt so nervous as she dipped her fingers into the cum filled beaker and then wiped those fingers around the rim of one of the glasses.

"Want to taste my juice Adam?" she murmured to herself.

She then poured juice into both glasses and added a splash of her cum to Adam's glass, stirring it in. She was about to pick both glasses up when an even more wicked thought shot into her head. She picked the beaker up again and dropped some of its contents into Jenny's glass too.

"You can drink Mommy's juice too, bitch."

She poured away the rest of the contents of the beaker, picked up both glasses and went back to the lounge. She handed the drinks to Jenny & Adam, noting that his erection had dissipated and sat back down. Adam held his cup for a few seconds and then lifted it to his lips.

"Would he smell her cum? Did he even know what female cum smelt like? Would he be able to taste it?"

She watched as Adam placed his lips on the rim of the glass and took a long drink.

Kath smiled to herself, "If only you knew dear boy."

She watched her daughter do the same and thought how disgusting she was giving Jenny her cum to drink, but at the same time she felt her cunt moisten as she imagined Adam & Jenny together with their heads between her legs taking turns to lap at her sopping wet pussy.

The two of them eventually drained their glasses and Kath couldn't help feeling so horny knowing that her daughter and her boyfriend had both drank her cum that evening.

That night in bed, Kath's normal fantasy turned into a threesome fantasy, as for the first time she imagined sharing Adam with Jenny, but also sharing Jenny with Adam. Her heart raced as she thought about Jenny's young body and imagined stroking her daughter's breasts and touching her pussy.

As she masturbated with those thoughts in her mind, she orgasmed over and over, imagining the three of them in some wild sex orgy.

The next morning Kath still felt so hot & sexy. Her last sexual act with another human being had been 4 years earlier, when, after Jenny's father had cleared off, she'd had a one night stand with a guy from the office. It had been a desperate attempt at finding fulfilment, only her one night lover had been useless. He was 10 years older than her and 60 pounds overweight and had not had a woman himself in a number of years. Thus any foreplay was virtually non-existent and he had lasted about a minute and a half fucking her until he collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of her. It was enough to put Kath off sex for a long while. Eventually needs must and she had taken to relieving herself firstly with her own hands and then she had bought a vibrator over the Internet. So for the last few years, normally once a week, she would relieve her frustration and that would be that. 

Now, though, she was feeling so different, it was like she had been given a sex pill and she couldn't stop thinking about it, even after she had brought herself off.

She tried to calm down and went to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. Jenny was already there, sitting at the breakfast bar munching her through a bowl of cereal. Kath looked at her daughter and noticed, maybe for the first time in a while, what a fantastic body she had. Kath was fortunate to have a nice pair of tits, 36DD and she was thinking Jenny was not too far off now, maybe a 34D, she'd have to check out one of Jenny's bras for the size. Anyway her tits looked very good under the long white T-Shirt Jenny wore for bed and as Kath looked she could easily make out her daughter's nipples. 

"You okay Mom?"

The voice brought Kath out of her daze.

"What, oh yeah, fine love."

"Only you looked miles away then," Jenny said.

Kath felt like bashing her head against a wall.

"What was she doing looking at her daughter like that, I must be mad," she thought to herself.

Kath made herself a coffee and put some bacon in to fry. Meanwhile Jenny left the kitchen to get ready for work.

After breakfast Kath went for a shower. Jenny had left for work and she was alone in the house.

In the bathroom she wondered if Jenny had put her bra in the linen basket, she really wanted to know what size she was wearing these days.

She opened the hamper and smiled. Jenny's white lacy bra lay on top ready for the wash. She picked it up and checked the size on the label "34D", she had been right. She held Jenny's bra in her hand and then noticed that Jenny's white lacy panties were also in the hamper. She put the bra down and lifted her daughter's panties out. She found herself shaking again and before she realised what was happening she had lifted Jenny's panties to her face. She smelt her daughter's aroma, inhaling the musky scent of Jenny's young pussy. Again seemingly unconsciously she flicked out her tongue and licked the gusset of her 19 year old daughter's panties. Her taste buds came alive with the taste of her daughter. Whatever Jenny had secreted into her knickers Kath was now tasting and it was wonderful, and as she licked them again, her legs shook and her cum dribbled down her leg as she wet her own knickers. 

A week later, Kath's mind was in a turmoil, she was masturbating twice a day and every fantasy she had involved her daughter Jenny and her boyfriend, Adam. She had done the cum in the juice thing on two more occasions and was also using Jenny's panties as a masturbation aid. The day before she had gone to work wearing a pair of black lacy knickers that Jenny had worn the day before and she had felt wonderful.

A month earlier she had been a normal forty something Mom, who dismissed any sexual advances towards her and shook her head disapprovingly at the sexual innuendo in the office, now she felt like a horny slut every day and she couldn't get to grips why.

Anyway she had to stop thinking about it, there was work to be done and her boss had sent her some important documents via Internal E mail that had to be sorted and checked and made ready for a client in the morning. When Kath opened the documents on her PC she realised that she wouldn't be leaving at 5 that night. She therefore picked up her cell phone and sent a text message to Jenny telling her she would be late home and to get herself something for supper.

Jenny sent a text straight back asking her what time she thought she would be in. Kath looked back at the amount of work and simply pressed the 9 button and sent it.

At 7.45pm Kath pulled her car onto the drive. Thankfully she had managed to get things done far quicker than she thought she would. She opened up the front door and walked into the house and made straight for the kitchen. As she stood in the kitchen drinking a glass of milk, she heard a little yelp. She was puzzled and walked back into the hallway, as she stood there looking up and down the hall, she heard a low moan and a "Yes."

The noise had come from Jenny's bedroom. Kath's heart skipped a beat as she listened intently. She could hear Jenny's voice but couldn't make out what she was saying, she walked to the door and put her ear against it.

"Oh baby that's good, yes, lick me, Mmmmm don't stop."

Kath found herself shaking slightly, the Ohhs and Ahhs continued and it didn't take a genius to work out that Adam was in bed with her daughter, probably with his head between her legs.

"Yes babe, more, more, I want to cum in your mouth." Kath heard Jenny say.

Kath was torn, should she walk away or should she listen, should she go in?

No the last option was ridiculous or was it?

Kath could feel the war going on inside her as her excitement rose as she listened to the two young lovers.

"Baby come and give me some more of that big cock of yours," Jenny groaned.

Kath again felt slightly jealous as she imagined Jenny's lips wrapped around Adam's hard cock.

It was Adam's turn to moan now.

"Yeah that's good bitch, suck me hard."

Kath could feel the tension in her rising, she could feel her pussy lips glistening with wetness, part of her wanted to walk away, the other wanted to burst in the room and make both of them pleasure her.

In the end lust got the better of her and she carefully eased Jenny's bedroom door open. She stepped in and faced the bed. Jenny was lying on her side with her back to the door. Adam was kneeling on the bed facing the door. Jenny was obviously sucking Adam's cock, even though Kath couldn't see it. As she stared, Adam opened his eyes and looked right at her. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped but Kath quickly held up a hand and then put a finger vertically against her lips and pursed her lips in a silent Shush. A slight smile flickered across Adams face as he realised that his girlfriend's Mom wasn't there to tell them off, but to watch.

The slurping noise of Jenny sucking Adam was very loud inside the room and Kath wished she could see better, so she tentatively walked to the foot of the bed. She noticed that Adam shifted a bit and she thus had a great view of the length of his cock. The last inch or so was firmly between her daughter's lips and she was using her right hand to jerk him off at the same time. Adam reached down and started to stroke Jenny's left breast, never taking his eyes off Kath. Kath watched as he mauled her tit, roughly pinching at her huge nipple and she wished it was hers. After a minute of that Adam reached for his cock and eased it out of Jenny's mouth. She moaned softly and he preceded to rub it against her face, letting Kath see all of it at the same time. It was oozing pre-cum and he left a trail across Jenny's face as she licked and kissed every inch of him.

Kath had unbuttoned her trousers and silently they fell to the floor. Her hand reached into her lacy pale green panties and she stared to rub her pussy lips as she watched Adam rub his cock against her daughter's face.

"Rub my tits with it," Jenny said.

Adam just said "Sure babe," and he pulled her over even more on her side, so she still couldn't see her Mom.




Mid-life Crisis



Kath watched as Adam rubbed his large erect cock against Jenny's nipples. As he did so, he nodded towards her and raised his eyebrows. Instinctively Kath knew what he wanted. Slowly and silently she unbuttoned her blouse and then unclasped her bra. She pulled her tits out into full view and Adam licked his lips in pleasure.

His hand was working fast on his own cock now as he stared at Kath and rubbed it against Jenny.

"Baby I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

With that his spunk shot from his cock covering Jenny's tits and neck.

"Oh yes," Jenny moaned.

Kath watched as Adam's cock slowly stopped jerking and his cum just dribbled from him.

She had never felt so filthy & horny in her entire life.

The words were out before she knew what she was doing,

"Can I lick that up for you?"

Jenny turned quickly, her face a mask of horror as she saw her semi naked mother standing at the bottom of the bed.

"Fucking shit Mom, how long have you been there?"

Adam laughed, "Long enough babe."

Jenny turned to look at her boyfriend realising he had known and then back at her Mom. Kath by now had knelt on the bed. She touched Jenny's leg and softly said,

"Mommy just wants to clean you up."

She started to crawl up the bed and although Jenny looked terrified she didn't move.

Kath reached out and softly touched her daughter's right breast, running her fingers through Adam's sticky cum that clung to it. 

"You're a lucky girl having a nice young man like Adam spunk over you like this, Mommy's very jealous."

Jenny went to say something but Adam acted quickly, and started to kiss her passionately. Kath took advantage of this and lowered herself down on to the bed and pressed her lips against Jenny's right tit. She had never sucked or kissed a boob before in her life, not even her own, but the feel of Jenny's soft plump flesh covered in Adam's sticky white cum was simply wonderful. She found Jenny's nipple with her tongue, it hardened in her mouth as she sucked on it.

Adam & Jenny's kiss had obviously come to a stop because Kath heard Jenny moan and then say "Mom this is sooo bad."

"This is fucking awesome," was Adam's words.

Kath kissed and sucked her daughter and felt her hair being stroked softly as she did. She looked up and Jenny's eyes were tightly closed in pleasure. Kath moved further up the bed and kissed her daughter's neck and face and as their lips met for the first time, she moved her fingers over towards Jenny's wet pussy. Jenny had a small amount of pubic hair and Kath ran her fingers over it and down to her labia. Jenny let out a little gasp as Kath pushed past her pussy lips and softly touched her swollen clit. 

"Nice baby?" Kath asked.

"Mmmm" was all Jenny could say.

Adam was still kneeling at the head of the bed and Kath saw that his semi-erect cock was just inches from her face. He was holding it whilst watching the two of them. With her left hand Kath beckoned him forward and he shifted slightly until his cock hung down between mother and daughter. Kath started to kiss him and as Jenny opened her eyes wondering where her Mom's lips had gone, she too took the bait. Kath opened her mouth wide wrapping it around the girth of Adam's cock. Opposite her Jenny did the same until, their lips were virtually touching each others with Adam's cock in between. It rapidly started to swell and Kath felt his rough hand against her breast as he fondled her at the same time.

Kath continued to stimulate Jenny's clit and it wasn't long before there was a sudden gush from Jenny's pussy and Kath realised that she had made her own daughter cum.

Kath shifted away from Adam and Jenny and both looked at her.

"Mommy needs to be satisfied now," she said.

"What do you want?" Adam asked "A good fucking."

"No I need you two to lick me, both of you together, taking turns."

Jenny smiled, "Sure Mom, anything you want."

Jenny and Adam both moved to allow Kath to lay down. She flopped onto her back and opened her legs wide. She was already sopping wet, but she knew that within minutes she would be squirting her cum everywhere.

Adam and Jenny both went to the foot of the bed and the two teenagers went to work on her pussy. Adam went first and Kath felt his tongue and rough chin against her as he lapped away at her cunt. His tongue found her clit and quite expertly, he flicked his tongue against her.

"I've never done this before," Jenny said.

"Well there was no-one better to start on than your own Mom," Kath told her and Adam moved to one-side and Kath felt her daughter's hot breath against her and then her tongue moving slowly up and down her labia.

Jenny and Adam took it in turns to lick and kiss Kath's cunt and time after time Kath's cum squirted into their mouths.

Eventually Kath could take no more and she pulled her daughter to her, she kissed her softly on the lips tasting her own juices on Jenny's lips.

"I need Adam to fuck me, is that okay?"

Jenny smiled back

"Of course Mom, as long as I get a good taste afterwards."

Jenny moved away and Adam having heard the brief exchange mounted his girlfriend's Mom.

Kath felt his hard cock press against her and then he was in.

"God it felt wonderful."

Adam moved slowly in and out at first but as Jenny encouraged him with shouts of,

"Fuck my Mom, fuck her hard," he got faster and faster.

The sensation for Kath was amazing and she didn't want him to stop, but eventually he let out an almighty Ahhhhh and she felt his hot sperm shoot up her vagina.

He shuddered a couple of times and then just like in her first ever fantasy about him, flopped down on top of her.

It was Jenny who heaved him off and as soon as she did, she was down at Kath's pussy and Kath felt her daughter's tongue against her again as she lapped up Adam's cum leaking from her cunt.

When Jenny had finished she moved up the bed and lay beside her Mom.

Kath reached out and put an arm around both her lovers drawing them closer for a cuddle.

"Well Mommy's going to have to look after you two that's for sure," she said and the three of them all laughed together. 



Mid Life Crisis



Just three months before our Silver wedding anniversary, completely out of the blue, my wife Anne calmly told me that she was going to sleep with another man. We married when she was eighteen with me two years older and after five glorious years she gave birth to our only child Chloe. Chloe is now at university studying law. I teach and am currently the head of a small middle school while Anne is employed as a PA and administrator. 

The local university offered the best course for our daughter's studies so it seemed logical for her to remain at home rather than run up a huge student loan paying unnecessary accommodation costs. We did not want to deprive her of deserved independence so I had a huge dormer window put in and the attic made into a flat that was completely self-contained, except for the need to access through the main house. 

Both her mother and I stressed that she was free to behave as if no longer under our scrutiny and Chloe was quick to take advantage of this licence. Unfortunately her first paramour looked like a flower power hippy left over from the sixties. He lasted little more than six weeks but our relief was short lived because the next young man she led upstairs had skin colour that fell well into the black category.

Actually he was very nice. He had short hair, a pleasant open face and an infectious sense of humour. Most importantly Andrew had the intelligence to be on the same course as Chloe. At first they split their nights together between his flat and hers but by the end of six months they were spending virtually every night in her bed. I would not have minded except the he took a long shower every day and they regularly came down to raid the deep freeze and pantry for their food, so I was only half joking when I told Chloe that I might have to start charging him rent. 

Next day Andrew came to me to say eagerly that he would pay rent if he could move in officially. I charged him only a nominal amount. It would have been more had he had not sensibly said that he intended to keep his flat on for a while in case things did not work out between them 

On the Saturday morning, Anne took my old estate and drove Chloe and Andrew round to his flat to collect his bits and pieces. I can't remember why I didn't do it and wish to hell that I had. They returned mid afternoon, and I did help carry his stuff upstairs while Anne started preparing the evening meal. After eating, as usual my wife and I retired in front of the TV.

Anne poured out our glasses of wine unexpectedly early but when I had taken barely a sip, she turned the TV off again and unemotionally announced, "You need to know that I intend to have sex with a man other than you."

It was as if I had been struck a surprise blow on the back of the head. My brain was in total confusion and of all the questions whirling around; the one that I illogically blurted out was, "When?"

"Tomorrow night, I'll cook the Sunday dinner as usual and leave when Chloe and Andrew go back upstairs." 

I couldn't believe this. "Who is the bastard?" I snarled.

"He's called Jerome and he's Andrew's cousin but they don't look alike, in fact Jerome is totally different in every way."

"Then why?"

I could see that Anne struggled for an honest answer before she spoke. "For something different, something exciting. When I think of the future it frightens me. Looking back I can remember many excitements but what is there in the future except perhaps becoming a grandmother and there are worries about that. Andrew is a lovely boy and I don't see race when I look at him but I'm still not happy at the thought of Chloe having a mixed race baby because there's still a lot of prejudice in both communities" 

She paused. "Also I feel that it doesn't matter what I do anymore. I mean it's not as if you really want me, Saturday nights are just a routine without any passion and you need porn to build up any real desire. It's not just you, I think we both do." 

I knew what she was talking about. In the early years we couldn't keep our hands off each other but a combination of parenthood, careers, hobbies, tiredness and sheer familiarity had reduced our lovemaking to the one night a week except for rare occasions when an erotic theme to a TV film or drama inspired something more. For our Saturday nights, when there was nothing on TV we sometimes hired a film from a door to door vendor and when we knew Chloe was away for the night we made the film one of his under the counter porn ones. On those rare nights the passion occasionally approached the kind of level that was once the norm.

Anne was still speaking, "To tell the truth, I think I've been looking for something for quite a while."

"So when did you first meet this Jerome?"

"This morning."

"This morning," I echoed incredulously. "You only met him this morning and now you are going to let him fuck you. That is if you haven't already."

"We didn't go that far," Anne said looking straight in my eyes. When I didn't respond she explained, "When I got to Andrews flat, I didn't expect anyone else to be there but a very tall black man came out of the bedroom. He was naked to the waist wearing just pyjama bottoms. He was very black and very muscular but with scars all over his body. There was also a lot of gold, rings, bracelets, an earring and a chain round his neck that looked heavy enough to anchor a battleship. He also had a rather unpleasant face and I was a bit frightened of him. He didn't speak, just flopped down on the couch and lit what was obviously a joint. Andrew said that he was his cousin and Chloe whispered to me that he was hiding from something."

It seemed unreal. How could my gentle refined wife of twenty-five years possibly intend to open her legs for this thug?"

"Andrew and Chloe knew exactly what they needed to do and I would have got in the way, so while they carried things out to the car I perched myself at the other end of the couch, waiting until they were ready to be taxied home. I tried not to look at Jerome but couldn't help noticing that he seemed to be compulsively moving his hand back and forth along the thigh of his left leg. I assumed that this was a nervous habit until he suddenly moved his hand away and I saw he had formed a long tube with the material of his pyjamas. I think I knew it was his penis but it was so long and thick I couldn't believe it until it suddenly twitched. Automatically I looked up at Jerome's face to find him smirking at me triumphantly with a mouthful of very white teeth."

The picture was all to vivid in my mind but with my daughter and her boyfriend still coming in and out of the room I couldn't see were the situation could have gone. "So what happened," I had to ask.

"When the car was packed, I was ready to leave but Chloe said they needed to go to a supermarket to get supplies for their flat. I offered to run them to Asda where we go but she said they preferred to walk round to a Netto only a block away. She claimed it was a lot cheaper. They went off saying they would only be about an hour so I made myself a cup of coffee, just for something to do. Jerome didn't want one.

The moment I sat back down he started rubbing his thigh again. I tried not to look but it was impossible not to and I became kind off hypnotised by it. Then suddenly he got up to stand in directly front of me and dropped his pyjama bottoms."

Thus far Anne had been looking quite openly in my direction but now she dropped her eyes before continuing. "His penis was only semi stiff and hung down between his thighs like a giant sausage. It was very long and very fat, at least as large as the biggest we saw in any of those porn films. He told me, 'You can touch it if you want, it's all yours, know what I'm saying' and once he said that, nothing in the world could have stopped me grabbing hold of it. Next moment I was squeezing it, wanking it and rubbing my face all over it. When I calmed down a bit I did lots of licking and crammed as much of the head as I could into my mouth. At one point I got down and tried to suck his balls but they were so big they wouldn't go in my mouth even one at a time. I'm not sure how long it went on."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

Anne shook her head. "I wanted him to and he was getting close but then we heard the downstairs door as Andrew and Chloe got back. Jerome quickly pulled up his pants and sat down with a motor bike magazine on his lap while I tried to put a smear of lipstick back on. While they were still on the stairs I promised Jerome that I would go back later and before we left he slipped me a bit of paper with his mobile number. Anyway, before we ate just now I rang him and said I would go round at eight tomorrow night." 

"But why," I asked my brain becoming overwhelmed by despair.

"Because I need to," my wife replied simply, once more meeting my gaze. "Because I want to feel that monster cock inside me. Because I need to feel alive again, even if it is only the one time and has to last me the rest of my life. It may surprise you to know that I still love you a great deal but, even though I realise that it may mean the end of our marriage, I have to break out of this boring cocoon of contentment or else I'm going to go crazy. For the past twenty-five years, with a couple of exceptions, everything I've ever done has been for the benefit of either you or our daughter but now I'm going to do this just for me."

There was no reply to that but her words; especially mention of past excitements had brought long forgotten suspicions back into my mind. "Have you ever cheated before?" I asked.

"It can't be 'before' because although I am going to be unfaithful it can't be cheating as I've told you in advance but Yes, I have cheated in the past, twice in fact, once with your brother and a few years later with Gus, the first boss who made me his Personal Assistant."

The name Gus was no surprise because I remembered feeling quite uptight about him at the time but hearing my brother mentioned was a slap in the face.

"When Chloe was about two, your brother used to call during the afternoon from time to time, he was unemployed at the time," Anne continued without prompting. "If you remember I was just coming out of depression at the time and Brad cheered me up, made me laugh. I admit there was a lot of flirting and some sex talk but it was all quite innocent until one particular day. He had played with Chloe on the floor as he usually did, then I fed her and took her to bed but when I came down and started washing the bottle, Brad came in the kitchen behind me."

"And then?" I prompted unnecessarily, my blood starting to boil in my veins.

"He started kissing my neck and moved his hands round front to grab my tits. Then somehow, amazingly quickly, he got my bra undone and had a bare breast in each hand and was twiddling the nipples. It set me on fire. We kissed and he tried to drag me upstairs but I couldn't let him have me in our bed so he fucked me on the settee, he didn't even take my panties off, just pulled them aside. It was all very fast and hurried." 

"So it was rape?"

"It might have been rape in a way the first time but not the second because after I'd sucked him stiff again we undressed and did it properly for much longer. I didn't start to feel guilty about what I'd done until after he'd gone but then I felt terrible. I was terrified that you would know as soon as you saw me or smelled the odour of sex in the room, I was convinced that I could smell it. I vowed then that it could never happen again so after that I always checked before opening the door and when it was Brad I pretended I was out."

"Was that it?"

"He called a few timed before he stopped but even today he hasn't given up entirely because whenever we are at family gatherings he always works to catch me alone then chats me up and tries to cop a feel."

Knowing that my marriage was in a rut I had spent nearly a year planning a big surprise for our anniversary, a kind of re-enactment. We are not particularly religious so there would be no vows repeated but I had booked a reception at the original venue and afterwards I was going to whisk her away to our first romantic honeymoon destination. A large proportion of our wedding guests had agreed to attend again, including all four bridesmaids. When we got married my intended best man was badly injured in an accident the day before the ceremony and Brad had to stand in at the last moment. He had eagerly agreed to reprise that role but he could think again. As far as I was concerned the bastard was dead.

Anne paused to let me respond to her confession but when I did not speak she said bluntly, "Gus fucked me a lot more than one time."

"I wondered at the time."

"Well you're suspicions were correct. The first half a dozen times I went with him to the overnight business meeting everything was very proper and we slept in our own hotel rooms but then it changed. That night we had really celebrated after pulling off a big sale. It finished with us taking a bottle of champagne to my room and before I knew it we were fucking each others brains out. I didn't feel at all guilty and there were three reasons, one I could blame the alcohol, two it happened so far away that it seemed unconnected with our marriage and three, I felt I deserved decent sized cock for a change."

Anne shook her head and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It was unnecessary, cruel, and although probably the excuse I gave myself at the time, it was not necessarily true."

"You never complained about the size of my equipment," I said rather petulantly. 

"Why would I want to hurt your feelings about something you couldn't change and anyway you were generally satisfactory. When you were inventive and used oral to get me off I had no complaints but the times you only wanted a poke it always left me wanting more. Gus and Brad both had the luck to have what a girlfriend of mine called a 'Goldilocks cock', not too long, not too short, not too fat and not too thin but just right. They can touch all the right places every time without even trying. I can easily understand how Brad gets to fuck all the women he brags to you about. I often wonder how Trish can't suspect but she probably knows and just puts up with it."

I should explain that Brad got married some five years after we did and now has three kids.

"When we got back from the trip it was a bit awkward in the office for a couple of days but then I had to do some genuine overtime for a couple of hours. Gus had also stayed at work and we finished up screwing on the couch in his office. From then on I did overtime one night every week but after that first time we left in the middle of the afternoon and went to a motel. By now I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop. For some reason you always seemed to want sex when I'd been with him and I had to knock you back, mainly in case you picked that time to start doing oral on me."

Despite the pain her words caused me it was gratifying to know that my imaginings at the time had been so near the mark. Her refusal of sex after overtime when she claimed to be too tired were what first made me wonder because at other times Anne loved to have me lick her no matter how exhausted we were. "If you were having such a wonderful time how come you left that firm, as I remember you were there less than a year?" I asked nastily.

"Gus became besotted with me and wanted sex in his office every day, mostly blow-jobs. I knew I couldn't turn him down but I developed a paranoia about you finding out because then the fat would have really been in the fire. I was terrified that one day I wouldn't notice a splash of cum on my blouse and that you would, so I handed in my notice. Gus didn't want me to go and threatened to give a bad reference but I told him I wanted the best reference ever or both you and his wife would be told everything. We came to an agreement that the sex would continue for the rest of the month and I also agreed to spend one last night in a hotel with him, even though I knew you would wonder why I was going away again just before I left the firm. That reference got me a three grand jump in salary in my next job and set me up for the career I have now."

Curiously, compared to the rage at my brother I felt little antipathy towards Gus. I think this is on the basis that bosses are traditionally expected to seduce their secretaries if they are foolish enough to let themselves be seduced. Apart from this thought my brain was numb, caused mainly by knowledge of my wife's intention but not helped by this disclosure of her past indiscretions. "Why are you confessing all this," I had to ask.

"To make it easier for you to walk away," Anne said simply. "I didn't want you thinking that Jerome was just a one off mental aberration or mid life crisis and use that as a reason to forgive me, no matter how much it hurt you."

"If you want out of this marriage, why didn't you just ask for a divorce?"

"Who said I want out of the marriage? As I said, I still love you and there are parts of the marriage that are precious to me. It's just that I have a compunction that makes me willing to sacrifice everything. That's not to say that I don't harbour hopes that we might continue to live happily together and sleep together but not necessarily have sexual exclusivity as part of the deal."

"What I cannot understand is the rapidity with which you reached this decision, "I said expressing my true bewilderment. 

"I've been looking at other men for quite a while, so the realisation has been quite gradual for me," Anne replied. "It actually started when we had those workmen to build the dormer and extend the attic."

"At least two of that lot must have been well hung so why didn't you fuck one of them?" I asked crudely.

My wife's smile told me that she had considered just that but her reply was, "It was too soon. I don't think I was quite ready then."

"I can understand why Chloe moving upstairs has upset you. She may be still in the house but she has effectively left home. It brings one special period of our lives to a close and that's bound to make you feel empty. I know because it affects me that way too a bit," I said reasonably. "I can also understand why you may want better sex than I can offer but I can't grasp why you needed to rub my nose in it by choosing a black man for a lover." 

"I never thought of it in those terms because I didn't think you would see it as a racist issue," Anne said with surprise. "As to why I picked black I could say that he was in the right place at the right time but that would not be entirely true. When Chloe was sunbathing in the garden with her boyfriend this summer, I couldn't help looking at Andrews's beautiful bare skin. I felt a bit envious and wished that I had experienced another race when I was single. That started me thinking and then there was the fact that black men enjoy a reputation for being rather gifted in the phallic department, although Jerome makes that a bit of an understatement. The fact is that black males have been an active part of my considerations for some months and this morning was just fortuitous."

We continued talking for some time more but having finished one bottle of wine and most of a second, I cannot remember what was said with any real clarity. Eventually we went to the bedroom, undressed on opposite sides of the bed and got beneath the covers naked, exactly as we had done most nights for the previous twenty-five years. It was all so normal and hard to believe that it might be for the last time. However, once in bed we immediately rolled towards each other (which was not quite so normal).

My cock felt stiffer than it had for many years and in the lovemaking that followed, Anne enjoyed a proportionately greater number of orgasms. During the heights of passion there were mutual declarations of love and while in that euphoria I dared to hope I had done enough to hold her but, when post coital reality set in, I realised that Anne had only been giving me a night to remember as her way of saying good bye.




Mid Life Crisis



I lay fighting tears and hoping to sleep for quite a long time but then found a reason to hope. Some years before, an exceptionally attractive student teacher joined the school staff. She was said to be freshly married but within her first month she rang me at home on a Saturday evening saying how much she fancied me and describing in graphic detail all the sexually lewd things she wanted to do to me. We talked for nearly two hours and ended up with me arranging to go round to her flat the following afternoon while her husband was away. It would have been easy to tell Anne I was going to play golf.

By the next day I had come to my senses and rang to cancel. I avoided her at school from then on and later that year she was sacked after being caught having sex with a sixth former. I did not physically betray my wife but knew that had opportunity been available during that long conversation I would certainly have committed adultery and it was this knowledge of my own fallibility that had made it relatively easy to forgive Anne's historical infidelities, given the spontaneous nature of both seductions. My hope came from the fact that if I had baulked at setting out in cold blood for a sexual assignation, my wife might do the same. 

The next morning I woke to find myself alone in bed. I shaved, ate some toast then went out to get some Sunday newspapers. These I placed on the hall stand then searched until I found Anne ironing in the utility room. I would have liked to just look at her for the rest of the day in case I was about to lose her but, after exchanging a few sentences, I forced myself out in the garden for a couple of hours, where a combination of the warm autumn sun and concentrating of different tasks managed to lighten my mood a trifle.

We shared lunch but talked only about the garden and other neutral subjects. I had accepted that, despite my hopes, Anne intended to follow through with her arranged infidelity. I wanted to get down on my knees and plead for her not to go but foolish pride prevented me. Instead I avoided the subject completely and so did she. Afterwards she went upstairs to the bathroom and I retired to my study to work through school papers detailing the latest government changes to the National Curriculum.

Later in the afternoon, freshly bathed, my wife started preparing the Sunday dinner and Chloe appeared in the later stages to help her. This left me alone with Andrew and I took the opportunity to tactfully question him about his cousin. "I don't like him and it's only pressure from extended family in London that made me agree to let him move in." he told me. "He upset some drug dealers down there and has moved north until the heat is off. I feel very uneasy being around him which is why I was so keen to move in here." This information definitely did not help my peace of mind.

We ate a pleasant meal with desultory general conversation to which both Anne and I contributed far less than usual. When the plates were empty, my wife made her excuses and disappeared upstairs leaving us three to clear the table and fill the dishwasher, after which the young couple went back upstairs to their flat. During the next couple of hours I tried to read the as yet unopened Sunday newssheets but found that the printed words on the page totally failed to reach my tortured brain. 

Exactly on eight o'clock Anne appeared and stood in front of me with a small overnight bag on her shoulder. She looked absolutely gorgeous but it hurt to know she had gone to so much trouble for another man. At forty-three her face totally belied the passage of time but her body undeniably now showed maturity; however I far preferred the full breasts and rounded hips of her current form to that of the very pretty but rather skinny girl I married. My instinctive desire was to rush forward and embrace her in my arms but I sensed that she had already withdrawn herself mentally from me.

On other occasions over the years when heading out she would pose and ask 'How do I look?' but now she said simply, "I'm almost ready, I just need to ring for a taxi. I'm certainly not leaving my car parked on the street overnight near that place." But then, seeing my surprise she explained gently, "I can hardly expect you to take me to him."

"For the last quarter of a century, whenever you have gone anywhere without your car I have driven you there and I see no reason to change that now," I said proudly.

We rode in silence until I pulled to a halt outside the gate leading to Andrews flat. I scanned my mind for something appropriate to say but quickly rejected the whole range from the generous 'I hope you have a wonderful time' to the more casual 'Have fun'. Even the sincere and truthful 'I love you' seemed too laden with reproach in this context, so I said nothing. 

I think that Anne also had trouble finding an exit line. She partly opened the passenger door but remained in her seat staring forward for a long moment then turned to face me. Her gaze found mine and her body swayed slightly forward as if intending a kiss but then turning abruptly, she exited the vehicle and walked quickly up the short garden path. She did not look back. For at least a minute after she disappeared from sight behind the front door I continued to stare at where she had been but then let in the clutch and drove sadly away. 

On earlier occasions when I had dropped my daughter outside her boyfriends house in the middle of the day I had only been aware of several streets of large Victorian terrace houses, most in a fairly run down condition. Now as I made my way home in darkness, the scantily dressed females on every street corner indicated the true nature of the area and I was thankful that Chloe at least had now no reason to go there. 

Back at home I drank hoping to find mental oblivion but despite consuming more than double my usual quantity, I remained determinedly sober. In the end I gave up, had some black coffee and went to bed resigned to contemplating the horror of my situation. The first question I asked myself how I should behave when she returned and this brought the immediate realisation that I would welcome her with open arms. Unfortunately this inevitably suggested that I was prepared to accept my wife's ideas on a more open system of marriage.

In favour was the fact that her earlier infidelities had done our relationship no harm and that, now after assimilating the knowledge, I was fairly easily prepared to leave them in the past. Analysing myself I conceded that I could put up with future flings in the same way if I only learned of them after the event but countless painful days like this yet to come was an intolerable prospect.

This conclusion meant that I had to abandon the marriage unless perhaps I could I start deriving pleasure instead of pain from her adventures. I had heard of men who did but found that hard to understand. The only possible explanation for complaisant cuckold husbands was that, at least initially, they had unselfishly sacrificed themselves so that their wives were able to enjoy pleasures that they were unable to provide and if you have provided pleasure by proxy perhaps you were entitled to also enjoy that pleasure, if vicariously. I should mention that the train of thought needed to reach this rationalisation actually took far longer than the summary might suggest.

With no more arguments to occupy my mind I was no longer able to hold at bay mental pictures of Anne with her lover. It is easy to understand why females are attracted to large male sexual organs because, even as a man, when watching porn if the male protagonist is less well endowed (even though still bigger than me), I derive decreased excitement from the whole event. I like big breasts but find that beyond a certain optimum size, further increase rapidly reduces desirability and wondered if the same was true with women and cocks. Possibly not because my wife was most certainly enthralled by this guy's apparently enormous python.

Knowing what must be happening at that moment caused three radically different emotions that seemed to succeed each other in rapid succession and not always in the same sequence. There was intense arousal caused by the primitive nature of the carnal image in my mind, there was gut tearing jealousy that another man was enjoying my wife's lovely body and there was black rage that this man had stolen her passion if not her affections away from me. These emotions began to overlap until all were present at the same time and then something weird happened. I moved onto a completely different mental plane, an ecstatic plane, divorced from time space and even reality. 

Next morning I woke in almost zombie mode and went into my usual morning routine on automatic pilot, shaving, eating, and going in to school. I managed to take the morning assembly but in my office, after dealing with two items of mail, I decided I was incapable of functioning and returned home. I let myself in but had only removed my jacket when Anne walked into the room. I had assumed that she would go straight to work after her night of sin so was surprised to find her there. I think my face must have lit up on seeing her because she stepped back defensively and I was in fact about to rush forward and embrace her. We stood frozen facing each other until I broke the silence by asking, "Well?"

"I never dreamed that sex could be so good," she said and I could see the truth of that statement on her face.

Her words were like a knife to the heart but, remembering my night time resolve to try to take pleasure in her pleasure, I suppressed my natural reaction and said, "I'll put the kettle on and you can tell me all about it."

My wife shook her head. "I'm staying with Jerome a few more days but I will be back by Sunday I promise. I didn't expect you to be home so I've written you a note."

For the first time I noticed a packed holdall by the side of a chair. "So you haven't even time to talk to me now," I said bitterly.

"I'm sorry but Jerome is picking me up, I think he's outside now," she said, as a loud blast from a car horn confirmed her belief. Anne grabbed her bag and almost ran to the door but there she turned and asked," Please try not to let Chloe find out where I am." Then she was gone. 

The note explained that Jerome was moving abroad almost immediately and that she was only making the most of him while he was still available. She also mentioned contraception saying that her old diaphragm was still a good fit. (After Chloe was born my wife became allergic to the pill and had used a diaphragm for some eight years until I had the snip.) Anne obviously considered her absence as merely several one night adventures crammed together but to my mind she had left me and this invalidated my new resolve to allow her occasional sexual freedom. Perhaps she would try to call it a break because 'taking a break' seems par for the course for couples nowadays, with both partners generally grabbing the opportunity to jump in bed with someone else. 

This new development gave me greater clarity of mind and, resigned to a solo future, I went into stoic mode. At school I got through the rest of the week with ruthless efficiency and at home maintained the house, read and watched selected TV programs. I had three moments of weakness, all late at night, when twice I found myself surfing for porn without a conscious decision to do so and on one occasion found tears streaming down my face for no immediate reason.

Honouring my wife's leaving request I left extra plates and mugs out in the kitchen, moved Anne's car slightly each day and left the shower running whenever I knew Chloe was likely to come downstairs. Also, guessing that Saturday would be difficult, I made space in the garage and hid her mother's car in there for the day so that she would appear to have gone out shopping.. 

I was sitting reading the newspaper on Sunday when Anne walked in. She was not wearing make-up, her hair was unwashed and I had never seen her looking so tired. "You are back then, "I said coolly, "For good?"

"Only for tonight, I've got to go back to him tomorrow but I don't really want to," my wife reported in a flat voice.

"How do you mean 'have to'? You don't have to do any fucking thing you don't want to," I said angrily."

"Jerome says I now belong to him and I don't want him hurting you or Chloe, he has already threatened and I know he's capable. He only let me come now because I said I could get hold of some cash."

"If he is holding you there against your will, I'll see what the police think about it."

"Please don't," Anne begged, "That would only make matters worse and it is only for a few more days. He's got a big deal on Wednesday that's going to make him tens of thousands and once he gets the money he's catching the first plane out of the country. He won't want me then and even is he does he can't force me onto an aircraft. Now please can I take a bath and get myself clean. I'll tell you everything then, I promise." 

Anne eventually reappeared, looking more herself, but she had lingered in the bathroom and by the time we had grabbed a quick lunch, Chloe had already come down to give her usual assistance. So it was the evening before, holding a glass of wine, my wife began her story.

"That first night was totally wonderful. The first few times he pushed his cock in I felt almost as stretched as I did when Chloe was coming out. It hurt as much too but there was the same element of pleasure mixed in. Instead of straining for an orgasm I seemed to be cumming continuously and when he took it out I felt so empty, craving to be filled again. I thought I had landed in paradise and I wanted to stay there forever."

Anne paused to take a large gulp from her glass. "That's how I still felt on Monday morning when you saw me but I was just being greedy. If I hadn't said I would return to him Jerome would have let me go then. As it was, the moment we got back to the flat he fucked me hard. I was still bruised and tender from the night before and needed him to be gentle but Jerome didn't care. There was nothing else to do in that flat so he fucked me every two or three hours throughout the day and the days that followed. It got so I only really enjoyed it when I was riding him. I'm not saying there wasn't still quite a lot of pleasure near the beginning but by the end of the week I couldn't help cringing every time he forced my legs open. The only way I could gain some respite for my cunt was to get him to cum in my mouth." 

"What exactly is this deal?" I interrupted to ask.

"Jerome is going to Bolton on Wednesday and expects to finish up with loads of cash. I also know he's got a locked bag that he keeps under the bed. He keeps getting cocaine out of it but whether the bag is full of drugs I'm not sure. Oh yes, and the reason he is up here is because some gangsters are looking for him. So you see it will all be over in a couple of days, three at the most and I'm sure I can put up with Jerome fucking me for that long, especially after having a bit of a rest tonight."

"I still think we should tell the police, especially if drugs are involved. I would far rather that you didn't go back to him."

"That's the worst thing we can do," Anne insisted with a look of panic in her eyes. "These kinds of people regard informing to the police as an honour crime, we'd be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives."

In the bedroom, in a repeat of the night almost a week before, we undressed on opposite sides of the bed. It was an unpleasant surprise to see that her genital area was now shaved completely clean but far more disturbing was the state of her body. Anne was covered with bruises from bite and nip marks, especially round the nipples and there was a thin narrow semi-circular bruise across the tops of her breasts, obviously caused by his heavy gold chain. Instead of quickly concealing herself beneath the covers Anne just stood and let me visually examine her. There was an enigmatic expression on her face and I couldn't decide if she was proud or ashamed of her battle scars. 

We got into bed but both lay close to our own side. I had no desire sex for and could postulate three possible reasons why not. One, I think I felt that she had been contaminated from contact with that vermin. Two, I don't think I could face my average sized penis being directly compared to his outlandish organ. Three, although not accepting for one moment that Anne was now his I didn't truly feel that she was still my wife. At some point before we fell asleep she whispered 'I love you' but for the first time ever I felt unable to respond. 

Next morning we rose early. After breakfast I rang the school to say I would be in late while Anne reverted to her housewife role, efficiently dealing with tasks I had left undone and others which would set me up for more days alone. Even when there was little more to do, she kept wandering round, trailing her fingers over the furniture. The time was easing towards noon when the door bell began to ring and the continuous sound indicated that someone was keeping a finger firmly on the button. I went to the door and after taking the precaution of fixing the chain, I began to open it cautiously but the moment the lock had cleared the door burst violently open, tearing the chain from the wall and hurling me backwards down the hall.

A very tall angry looking black male strode in, snarling, "Where the fuck is ma bitch?"

"I assume that you are referring to my wife," I asked a touch haughtily and that was a grave mistake because he covered the distance between us with amazing speed and struck a pile driver punch to my shoulder. The whole left side of my body went numb and I fell to the floor but he wasn't satisfied, lifting me by the front of my shirt and pulling back his huge fist for a massive blow to my face.

Thankfully, at that moment Anne rushed forward shouting, "Leave him alone J, I overslept that's all. I was very tired."

Very reluctantly, Jerome uncurled his fist but before releasing me he warned, "If I find out you touched my hoe I'll be back, know what I'm saying."

When they had gone I tried to assess the damage but still had great difficulty moving my arm and it was late afternoon before I regained full use of my fingers. That evening I managed to see a doctor, got a sick note for the week and settled down to wait. Monday and Tuesday I had no expectancy and on Wednesday only hoped my wife might be back. Thursday I was prepared for her to walk in at any moment but was disappointed and Friday passed in the same nerve wracking way. However, just after 9 p.m. the door bell rang.

This time I sensibly looked through the peephole before opening to see my dear wife standing on the door step. As soon as the door opened she staggered in. I was shocked by the way she was dressed and totally horrified by the state of her face because her left eye was completely closed and a massive yellow and purple bruise spread down that cheek. Her dress had been cut so short that most of her thighs were on display and her breasts were almost hanging out. "If he comes after me please don't open the door and be very careful because I know he's got a gun," she begged.

I helped Anne to the bathroom with an ice-pack for her eye then while she bathed I ran up to knock on Chloe's door. Handing them a handful of cash and a credit card I said, "Please don't ask any questions but I want you both to grab what you need, then leave now and stay in a hotel until I tell you to come back. You can take your mother's car"

Chloe went straight into spoilt daughter mode but Andrew gave me an astute look and asked quietly, "Has this anything to do with Jerome?" When I nodded he coolly took charge and affected a speedy departure. In the time left before Anne reappeared, wearing different clothes, I went round the house finding potential weapons and leaving them in strategic places.




Mid Life Crisis



"His deal fell through," my wife started to explain when I had got her seated with a warm drink and I had taken up a vantage point at the window. "It was drugs. There were eight bags of cocaine in the hold-all, including the one he's been dipping into. He had somehow ripped them off from a big London dealer. Jerome was hoping to sell them to a Manchester gang and went to meet their negotiator in Bolton."

After pausing to let me take in this information Anne said, "But I better start at the beginning. Tuesday afternoon he went out carrying the hold-all and came back with a locker key that he dropped on the table. I recognised that it came from the city station. Wednesday I hoped I might get home while he was away even if I had to go back again but I didn't get the chance. Now I knew about the drugs he didn't trust me so he took me to another house where three black guys were waiting. One was completely bald, one had tattoos all over his arms and back and the third was a bit older than the other two. As soon as Jerome left they started messing with me. I said J wouldn't like them touching me but they claimed they had his permission to break me in because he might want me to earn for him."

My wife stole a quick glance in my direction before saying, "They took turns to fuck me all day, either fuck me or stick their cocks down my throat, usually two at a time. It wasn't actually as bad as it sounds and at times I quite enjoyed it. Their cocks were big but nothing like his and compared to Jerome they were quite gentle with me. Then he got back and I could tell from his face that it hadn't gone well. In the flat I watched him hide the key in a jar of Vaseline, then he got me on the bed and took his anger out on me with his cock. He tried to do me in the backside but it wouldn't go in and I thought I was going to die while he kept trying. Actually the older guy had done it that way earlier with no problem. At one time during the day there were two cocks in me, one in the front and the other up the back. "

I did not think the story could get worse but I was mistaken. "Thursday evening Jerome said he needed cash and I had to stand outside and attract punters. At first I tried to refuse but he persuaded me with his fist. All the time I was outside he watched from the window. Twice over the next couple of hours I took a man upstairs and screwed him for about twenty minutes while Jerome hid somewhere. He was disappointed that I didn't earn more and he let me know it. Then tonight he said I had to go out again but I hurt too much and didn't care what he did. That's when he gave me this," Anne said, pointing at her eye. "So I went out and when a car stopped I jumped in the passenger seat and told the driver he could fuck me for nothing if he only took me away from there."

Anne had begun to cry. "I tried to direct him to a park where we could do it but he was a nice man. Once he had seen my face he asked me where I lived and then dropped me at the end of the street. We have to be prepared because Jerome is bound to come looking for me."

"He might not if he's got these other problems," I offered, more in hope than confidence.

"He's got to come," Anne said with certainty. "When I left the flat this last time I'd taken his key from the jar. Outside the front door, where he couldn't see, I lifted a broken flowerpot and pressed it into the soft soil underneath. I did that so that I've got a bargaining counter to make him leave me alone." 

Eventually I took Anne to the bedroom. I planned to stay awake all night but could not resist a need to watch her disrobe. When she saw that I was not leaving she said quietly, "There's something else you have to know. When I was with the three guys they held me down and put a tattoo on me. The one with all the tattoos makes his living doing it."

"Where is it and how big is it?"

"About two inches tall and it's down almost between my legs." Very self consciously, Anne stripped to reveal the tattoo of an ornate capital letter J that straddled her bikini line but was slightly offset to the right. The centre of the letter was bright red and it had an electric blue border. All of the surrounding skin was still inflamed.

My heart sank at the knowledge that this was going to be a constant reminder for the rest of our lives but I forced a smile to my face and said, "I can get used to that, anyway when your pubes grow back it will hardly be noticeable."

He came later that night. I was gazing out of the window lost in thought when the security lighting came on illuminating the area in front of the house and a tall dark figure emerged from the shrubbery. When I opened the window he looked up. We glared at each other for a moment and then he said, "I want her back cocksucker. You've got until tomorrow night and if you know what's fucking good for you make sure she comes, know what I'm saying." Leaving his threat hanging in the air he turned and strode away.

"He hasn't missed the key yet," Anne said at my shoulder. "If he had he would have been asking for that not me."

The following day I managed to grab sufficient sleep to set me up for another night time vigil but in the event it passed without incident. I had been listening to the radio to help pass the hours and had it tuned to the local station when the 6 a.m. bulletin announced as breaking news 'Reports are coming in of a gangland style slaying in the heart of the cities red light district.'

At 8 a.m. they had more details. 'A man described only as a black male has been found shot dead. Referring to it as an execution, police say that from the position of the body it seemed that the dead man had been in a kneeling position when he was killed by a single bullet to the back of the head. Indications are that the victim may have been tortured before death because several of his fingers were broken and he had also been cut. Bizarrely, in some kind of ritual, he had Vaseline smeared all over his face.'

I knew with absolute certainty that this was Jerome so I woke Anne to tell her 'It's over'. We rang Andrew and Chloe to say it was safe for them to come home and in a Herculean effort Anne both got herself looking presentable and cooked a Sunday dinner. We had a pleasant family evening with some limited explanations offered and it was just as my wife and I were preparing to retire that the door bell rang.

I checked the peephole to find I could tell little except that the caller was black but knowing that I ran upstairs to the bedroom window. An immaculately dressed tall black male was gazing up, flanked by two others in the usual baggy clothes. His companions were both holding small sub machine guns across their chests in classical style. Opening the window I enquired what they wanted.

In a cultured voice the leader said pleasantly, "I believe you have something that belongs to me."

Pushing past me Anne said clearly, "I don't have what you want but I do know where you can find it. The problem is that if I tell you, what guarantee have I that you won't still harm me or my family?"

"Only my word I'm afraid," he said. "I know exactly how you came to be involved and can assure you that once I have the product I have no further interest in you or yours."

Prefacing her disclosure by saying, "I don't think you will want to go near there for a while," she revealed where the key was concealed and ended by saying "I have written down everything I know and given a copy to my solicitor. If anything does happen to me he will know what to do with it."

"There was no need for that. If what you say about my property is true, this is the end of the matter," he said. On that reassurance, Anne revealed where the key was hidden and then they were gone. 

It was inevitable that Andrew would be interviewed by the police and they turned up a few days later but he was easily able to prove that he had never left the hotel during the relevant hours. Neither Anne nor I were questioned. It was nearly a week before my wife declared herself healed enough for penetrative sex but I suspect she had delayed until her vagina had shrunk back to near normal size. There was a nasty moment as I was about to put it in when I thought of all the cocks that had been there since our last lovemaking but three weeks of enforced celibacy ensured that my scruples did not last for long.

It was after we had reconnected that Anne said, "I've been such a bloody stupid idiot, if you decide to take me back I promise I will never be unfaithful to you again."

I had actually got my answer thought out well in advance. "I am taking you back but there is no need for you to make that promise," I told her. "It has amazed me to realise, in terms of volume, how many times that huge cock was bigger than mine. If you could get it inside you and enjoy multiple orgasms then it is obvious that I can't give you the pleasure you deserve and I love you too much to deny you that pleasure." 

At the end of my speech Anne embraced me lovingly and said emphatically, "Do you think I would ever be selfish and foolish enough to put me or my family in that kind of danger again?"

A couple of weeks later I walked in the bedroom to find her holding a powder compact. I assumed she was doing her make-up until she got a small heap of white powder on her thumb nail and deliberately held it up to a nostril. When I asked if that was what I thought it was she blinked, nodded and tried to explain, "Jerome was snorting the stuff continuously. At the start I only did a few lines for the extra high but towards the finish I was doing as much as he was just to make things bearable. It is addictive and I'm weaning myself off it again. I only take a pinch if I am suffering and when this has gone I won't be buying any more." 

Around a month after that, we had managed to achieve a semblance of normality and, apart from the tattoo reminder, I was beginning to think we could put these events behind us and forget them. Fittingly Anne chose a Sunday evening to tell me, "I'm pregnant."

"I thought you were using your diaphragm," I gasped, totally shocked. 

"I was but I had to take it out almost straight away," she confessed. "His cock was so big there wasn't room for anything else in there. The first week I wasn't worried because I knew I was reasonably safe."

"Who do you think....?"

Anne shook her head. "Both of the tricks used condoms but the other four all had me bareback. I think the odds are that it has to be Jerome."

I knew that the obvious answer to an unwanted pregnancy wasn't an available option because my wife had been on several anti-abortion demonstrations and was once almost arrested while picketing a clinic. The alternative, adoption, I did push strongly and Anne eventually agreed but without enthusiasm. Some days later Chloe revealed that she was also expecting, (in the rush to the hotel her BC got left behind) and I am still waiting to see how that will affect the issue. 

You may ask, 'Didn't I get angry?' The answer is an emphatic 'YES', so much so that at times I was gripped by a black all consuming rage. I wanted to lash out, to damage, to punish for the hurt inflicted on me. But who? Jerome was the obvious primary villain but he was already dead, Anne perhaps - but set against the quarter century of love, happiness and contentment she had given me, I felt that her transgressions had been more than paid for. I did duly airbrush my brother from my life but the lack of regret with which I did so makes me wonder if I was only looking for an excuse. 

My strength (or weakness) is that I am a logical man; I don't dash off and act on an initial gut reaction. I mentally listed all the pros and cons and argued it all out in my head, vacillating one way and then the other. Even after I had told Anne that I forgave her, there were still moments when I was tempted to pack my bags and go. Right from the start of my meditations, I admitted that what we once had could never be completely recaptured, so the question was whether what was left was worth fighting for.

My wife still loved me, I was pretty sure of that, and I don't think I could ever completely stop loving her no matter what she did, this based on the many very happy memories that we shared. That was at least a basis to build on.

If we divorced then the house would be sold for the value to be split, with the result that we would both have to settle for smaller properties in far less pleasant areas. The fact that it would also leave our daughter and her husband homeless was another factor. 

After nearly twenty-five years of being looked after, of glorious meals, clean ironed clothes always to hand and the place always tidy, how the devil would I manage on my own? Over the years I had washed up occasionally and I did do most of the heavy dirty stuff but I realised that I had been a bit of a chauvinist pig, accepting all that as my right. On balance, I was far less a bargain than my wife.

If I left, it would be vital that I quickly find a replacement female companion and that was not likely to be easy, hell I hadn't been all that good at the dating game first time round. Two fairly short relationships and it had been Anne who spoke first to me.

In the end the choice was easy, one way lay the potential for happiness while the other route promised only misery and loneliness. All I had to do was to ignore the two week traumatic aberration in the middle of what might be a fifty year marriage.

With regard to the pregnancy, I know what I would prefer to happen but I have admitted to myself that I am in this marriage for the duration no matter what my wife decides.



Mid-life Crisis



Craig was an outstanding tennis player. When younger he had been almost, but not quite good enough to play at Wimbledon and be a pro. He had been the club champion at my club so many times he had stopped entering it to give others a chance. We had been paired together for a home counties 'junior and senior' tournament for people of our disparate ages; he just qualified being twenty, the max for the junior was twenty one, but I made it easily being in my early forties, the minimum for the seniors being thirty five. This meant travelling to away matches up to fifty miles away and spending considerable time together both practising and playing and of course in the car. Although we had known each other for a few years we got to know each other much better and I liked him even more, worryingly more. Even after a few weeks of becoming increasingly closer, I still didn't have any sexual thoughts about him, but looking back, I could see how they gradually came about.

Due to his tennis ability, he had been a 'star' from an early age. He acted like one. Not cocky or arrogant, but confident and assured. He was about six three and muscular, yet lithe, as male tennis players need to be nowadays. He was nicely tanned and had longish, dark brown hair. He was handsome and all the younger girls at the club as good as 'swooned' over him, but then so did some of the older ones. His tennis ability had had another enormous influence on his life. He had neglected his studies, but his high degree of raw intelligence was very evident to me; he had the same level of panty dropping intellect as I had seen in Kevin, my husband, many years ago.

I hadn't really known Craig well, other than seeing him at the club, nodding to him and smiling occasionally. We'd played in mixed comps at the club a couple of times and had danced once or twice at club dos, but that was it, before I was asked to partner him in this competition.

I was quite a reasonable tennis player in my teens, county standard, but hadn't played for ages when I joined the club, largely out of boredom about three years ago. I needed something to do.

That was before Kevin and I had separated for the second time. This time I had asked him to leave after catching him fucking some young floosy who worked in the company we both owned, but in which I no longer worked. In some ways I wished that I still worked there for then I would have had some control over him, but we both felt that it was better for our twelve-year-old daughter if I was home most of the time. So I had gone back to my original occupation of copywriting. It was an interest, it stimulated me and provided a few bob, not that we really needed that for the promotional company for oil and gas related companies we had built up was doing very well indeed.

It was an odd existence. Still married, but living apart from my husband in the five-bedroomed detached house in leafy Chigwell, a suburb to the east if London, I had time on my hands. The tennis and to a lesser extent the golf club helped me fill that time. Kevin didn't play tennis, but did play golf so we had made a tacit arrangement that I would only go to the golf club on ladies mornings and he wouldn't, not that he ever did, go to the tennis club. So there I was free! 

But there were other issues. Kevin and I had been together for over twenty years, living together for three and married for seventeen. Mostly they had been good times and mostly our sex had been good. Alright he had 'strayed' a few times that I knew about and I had had a six month affair a few years ago, but overall we had been very active sexually. I guess we had sex three or four times a week, say three point five time a week for twenty years; that's one hundred and eighty two times a year, three thousand six hundred and forty fucks in twenty years and I was missing that. I was permanently frustrated, I masturbated every night, I needed affection, I needed a man for yes, I needed, very badly indeed, sex.

Craig and I practised a few times and I enjoyed it. We played a couple of matches, one away and one at home, we won them both. As is traditional we kissed after a match. We talked on the way back in the car. Even looking back now and trying to recall any hints, there was nothing in those early days to suggest what would happen over the next six weeks or so.

It started at an evening practise session. When we finished, he put his arm round me and pecked me on my cheek. Then as we walked off the court he kept his arm round my shoulder. That happened a couple more times as we walked off with other pairs there. It looked innocent, I think. But looking back as I do so much now, that was the start, the first incidents and I have to own up, it felt nice. But then, what forty something woman wouldn't find it nice having a twenty year old man's arm round her?

A few evenings later we had a practise session prior to a match the following day in Croydon some hour or so away by car. The same thing happened. I ask myself now if I could have done anything different, but have no answer. That session I had felt his eyes on me looking down my low front, watching my tits jiggle as I ran. I swear the fact that I was not wearing a big, ugly sports bra, but instead a lacy, pretty ordinary wear one was unconscious, just as was the lowness of the front of my top and the shortness of the pale blue skirt I had chosen to wear.

"Looks as though we're the last here," he said as we walked into the club house.

It was often the case that a few of the members stayed late and the club had a system whereby the last away had to telephone the secretary who explained how to set the alarm.

"Yes so it does," I replied feeling a little uncomfortable, but also I have to admit slightly tingly because his arm was still around my shoulders.

"Are you going to have a shower?" He asked as we approached the small clubhouse.

"No I'll have one when I get home." 

I didn't feel that comfortable stripping off in the ladies with Craig as the only other person in the building. On top of that my long, wavy, chestnut coloured hair took ages to dry if I washed it and would go all frizzy if I showered with a plastic shower cap on. I didn't want him to see me like that so I just ran my hands under a tap and kept my hair in a pony-tail.

"Your husband still in New York?"

"Yes he is, another couple of weeks yet," I told him as we walked up the steps his arm still draped round my shoulders.

"Do you miss him?"

"In some ways yes, but I am used to it."

As we walked through the narrow doorway he had to remove his arm. I felt relieved, but then he placed it in the small of my back. It's sometimes so difficult to know with men, when they are making a pass and when they are just being friendly and polite. I just had no idea about this twenty year old Adonis' intentions. 

"Which ways are they?" He asked, starting to provide me with clues on his intentions.

"Never you mind young man," I replied smiling, turning and looking at him.

"But Amanda I do mind, after all I don't want my partner upset and off her game do I?"

"How do you mean?"

"You know."

"No I don't."

"Well you know what I mean."

"Let's leave it shall we?" I said feeling a little flushed and awkward as we walked through the clubhouse.

"Would you like a drink Amanda?"

"How can we?"

"I've got a key to the bar."

"Where did you get that from?"

"They lent us the key once and we got some extra ones cut."

"That's very naughty," I said, realising I was sounding very mumsy.

"So? What's wrong with a little naughtiness if no one gets hurt?" He asked.

I ignored the second part of his phrase; I could see where that might lead.

"No I'm fine."

"Amanda I know full well you are fine," he said as we walked down the corridor towards the back door where we had to phone the secretary. He put his arm back round my shoulders. "Very fine."

"Craig, careful," I stammered seeing clearly where this was headed.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a married woman," I replied rather ridiculously.

"I know that and so what?" He said as we reached the door, his arm still round my shoulders.

"I think you should remove your arm."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

We stopped by the door. We faced each other, his hand now on my shoulder, not round them.

"We have to phone Clive, you or me?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter," I stuttered as he reached across me for the phone on the wall. He didn't pick it up.

I turned, pressing my back against the wall. He stood in front of me, his arm was across me, his face very close. He moved closer. We were just inches apart. He reached down and gripped both of my wrists. I felt powerless to stop him. He pulled both of my arms upward and outwards. My back was pressed against the wall. He pulled my wrists until my arms were stretched from my body in a crucifixion position, which pushed my full boobs out.

"No," I groaned as he leaned forward.

"You sure you mean no?" he asked, his lips almost touching mine.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move or say anything. I was transfixed, scared, excited, worried, concerned and, yes I had to admit it, well I do now, I didn't then, interested and aroused. I didn't answer his question.

His mouth found mine. I pulled away.

"Stop it, please," I said, knowing full well I sounded totally unconvincing. 

I didn't pull my body away, I didn't really struggle and I certainly didn't move away as his lips found mine again. This time he kissed me. I began to gain an understanding of the conflicts with rape; my body was saying yes, but my mind was screaming no! I didn't kiss him back, but then I didn't tear my mouth away. He was still holding my wrists with my arms pulled away out from my body and my back pressed against the wall. He pressed himself against me squashing my breasts and thrusting his erection against my stomach. His tongue was pressing against my closed lips, probing and enquiring. I had never been in such a situation. I felt my lips moving, they were parting, my mouth was opening. It was unconscious, involuntary and completely unplanned, but I was accepting his enquiry. His tongue surged into me finding my tongue and gums, pressing against them and licking all round my mouth. He let go of my wrists, one arm went round me downwards and the other landed on my breast. He squeezed and I moaned. 

At last, somehow and I have no idea where the resolve came from, I regained my senses.

"No Craig, stop it this is ridiculous," I said sternly, pulling myself away from him.

"Ok, Amanda, I'm sorry," he said very contritely. "I didn't mean to push you like that, I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

We didn't say much more to each other that evening. I went home and showered and then found myself masturbating. You can guess what was in my mind as I stroked and rubbed and caressed my breasts and nipples and my lips and clit. And he was an exceedingly good mental fuck.

Perhaps the worst aspect of my evening was when Sara, my daughter, came home from a friend's house and asked if I'd had a good day!

We lost the next day. In fact we were well beaten by a pair against who we should have won easily. I would happily own up if it had been mainly my fault, but it wasn't. I played ok, Craig was well off form, doing many double faults, not getting his angles correct and missing several easy vollies.

In many ways I was pleased that we were travelling home separately for it meant we didn't have to confront the situation of last night. But we had to confront it again a few days later for once more we were the last two at the club.

As we left the court, I was hellishly nervous, even though Craig didn't put his arm round my shoulders. It was quite a lot cooler that evening than it had been the last time we practised so we were both wearing track suits over our tennis clothes. I had, though removed the tracky bottoms, but had kept the zip up top on. This time I was wearing a big, sports bra.

"I guess you don't fancy a drink do you?" He asked as we got near to the small bar.

"Probably best not to," I replied as we passed the closed and locked door and got to the back door of the club, right where we had kissed a few days ago. I stopped in roughly the same position and for some unexplainable reason I turned so my back was almost against the wall. He faced me.

"I really am sorry for the other night Amanda."

I smiled. "It's ok?"

"Really?" He quipped back quickly.

"Yes really."

"So you didn't really mind?"

"No, yes, look I didn't say that, I mean oh sod it."

"What, why sod it?"

"You're making me tongue tied," I stammered, realising this wasn't going at all in the way I wanted.

"Oh dear, sorry," Craig said, seeming to me to move a little closer.

Part of me wanted to move away, pick up the phone, lock the bloody club and rush away. Another part, I began to realise with quite some alarm, didn't. I was curious, intrigued, sort of interested in how this might pan out. 'Surely' I thought' I don't want that to happen again?' My mind was racing and I was confused as he leaned further forward. 'Surely I don't want him to go further, oh fuck.' I was thinking as he put his hand on my hip, moved his face very close to mine, smiled and said quietly.

"How can I stop that?"

I didn't know what he meant.

"Stop what?"

"You being tongue tied of course," he said one of his fingers slipping across the collar of my shiny track suit and softly rubbing my neck. I can't explain why, but for some reason that was one of the most erotic gestures I had ever experienced.

"Oh Craig."

"Oh Amanda," he smiled. "What?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know what?" He whispered, his hand sliding round my waist. I didn't and couldn't reply. "I know how to stop the tongue tied thing."

"How?" I asked realising our faces were just inches apart.

"Like this," he whispered, his hand moving up and pressing on the side of my face as he closed the gap between our faces.

We kissed again. Once more my lips were closed. I wanted to stop, I wanted to go, I wanted to finish this ridiculous activity, I wanted him to leave me alone, I wanted to be faithful to my husband and family, I wanted to avoid getting involved with a man and I wanted to stop this almost teenager making advances towards me. Wanting all those things, what did I do? I opened my lips. And I guess by that relatively simple gesture I accepted his request. Parting my lips was me effectively agreeing with him and accepting his need. Yes, by opening my mouth to him I was effectively saying to him that he could have me. He knew it and I knew it. We both knew now that he was going to fuck me.

What neither of us knew, though, was where and when. Those questions were answered in the most graphic, obvious and exhilarating ways possible very quickly.

He was tongue fucking my mouth and I was going with his every surge and plunge, even though much of me wanted to stop.

I was writhing my lips against his as equally strongly now as his were against mine, despite me knowing I shouldn't. But then I shouldn't have let him squash my breasts against his chest, thrust his erection against my stomach or put his hand on my bum. I should have stopped there and then. I should not have let him cup my breasts outside my tennis top, but inside the unzipped track top. And most certainly I should have stopped him slipping his hand inside my top at the front and up my skirt at the back. 

But I didn't, something was preventing me stopping him. I simply couldn't. I was kissing him furiously and, or so it must have felt to him, hungrily, but that was how he was making me feel. My body was hungry for him, he had teased and titillated it primed and manipulated me and was now taking what I guess he thought was rightly his.

My tracky top came off and he pushed my top up. He was caressing my breasts in my big, tight sports bra and fiddling his fingers inside it right onto the tingling, sensitive flesh. At the same time his hands were on my panties, they were on my bum, inside the thin knickers and on the flesh of the two cheeks. He was rubbing and squeezing them. As he did those things he was also thrusting his erection harder and more firmly against me, sort of dry fucking me. 

Any last vestige of resistance I may have had was now vanishing rapidly. The tiny bit that was left, for it still hadn't occurred to me that we might fuck right there and then, rushed out of the window when he took my hand, pulled on it and placed it right on his bare cock, which somehow he'd exposed. That was the last barrier removed. I was his now; I was putty in his hands.

His cock was awesomely big and welcomingly hard.

My panties were pushed down, maybe off, I didn't know. He lifted the hem of my short skirt and made me whimper as he pressed the end of his cock right against my clit. He was holding and squeezing both cheeks of my bum as his mouth ravaged my breasts and nipples. He lifted me up. I couldn't believe what was happening, my legs were wrapped round his waist, my back was pressed against the wall as his cock slid effortlessly into me. As we started to fuck our mouths clamped together so that scene from Basic Instinct where Michael Douglas shags the psychiatrist against a wall came into my mind.

Back to reality.

I was mortified at what I had done. I felt terrible over the weekend and couldn't bring myself to go to the club. 

It was the first time I had been in any way intimate with a man since David some four years ago. But that was different for we loved each other. This wasn't love, this was pure lust. We had fucked because we both wanted sex, nothing more, nothing less. And that was something I had told myself I would never do. And on top of that I had gone with a kid, a fucking tennis jock at that.

I felt lucky that I was living apart from Kevin and that Sara was at her grandparents for the weekend; I could not have looked them in the eyes. I spent a morose weekend holed up in the big, soulless house in Chigwell. I had lots of work to do for I was helping an agency put a presentation together for the Lejaby lingerie account. But my planning and thinking were continually interrupted by thoughts of that scene in the clubhouse. I could hardly believe it. I kept saying in my mind 'I was fucked by a twenty year old in the tennis clubhouse.' How fucking sordid, risky and ridiculous was that? I had decided never to go back to the club. That way I need never see Craig again. How ironic that thought later became.

Craig had called me on my mobile. We'd chatted. He had asked about the next match and I had told him I wouldn't be playing.

"Why not?"

"I can't"

"You mean you won't?"

"Yes, but won't can't what's the difference?"

"Nothing they both add up to the fact that you don't want to see me?"

"Not don't want, but know I shouldn't. I can't."

"But you would like to?"

" That's irrelevant, I shouldn't have let happen what happened."

"Why not?"

" It's wrong, I'm married with children and old enough to be your mother." I said very primly.

"You're separated, not married."

"I'm still married, just separated.

"Did you enjoy it?"

I didn't reply, I couldn't"

"Well did you?"

"That has nothing to do with it."

"It has everything to do with it Amanda."

"No it doesn't."

"It does, because I think you enjoyed it, I know you did."

I didn't reply.

"Amanda?"

"Yes."

"Well did you?"

"What?"

"Enjoy it?"

"That's not fair."

"Well did you?"

I stayed silent.

"Well?"

"Craig stop it."

"Did you? Tell me? You did didn't you?"

I stayed silent again.

"Didn't you Amanda?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," I whispered, hating myself as the words came out.

"And really you want more don't do?"

I stayed quiet again.





Mid-life Crisis



"Amanda you do don't you, you do want more?"

"Oh Craig I just don't know, it seems so wrong."

"Why does two people who fancy each other having sex seem wrong?"

"No, I mean yes, well a woman of my age and you a twenty year old."

"So it wasn't the sex it was my age?"

"Yes. No, it's both."

"Look Amanda," he said sounding very grown up and plausible. "I know we aren't in love, I'm not going to ask you to leave Kevin, but then you have already done that. I don't want to go on dates. I can tell you are lonely and I filled a gap. That's fine."

"It's not like that?"

"What is it like then?"

"Oh I don't know."

"Look we are two sexual people with particular needs, that's all, nothing more, nothing less. We have found each other at particular times in our lives, we've clicked, we can enjoy each other then move on."

"Like ships passing the night?" I asked.

"Something like that, passing ships yes. Enjoy something for a short time, get the best from it and move on. That's all, nothing more, no real big deal on our overall lives, but while its going it's the most important and wonderful thing."

"Is that how you see it?"

"Sort of yes." Then he added the phrase that was the clincher, the panty dropper if you want. "I mean Amanda in a few weeks you will probably be back with Kev and we'll never see each other again.

More naughty stuff.

We fucked in that hallway by the phone the next night. The next evening I went to his mum and dad's house. They were out and we had sex in his single bed.

We played another match and I gave him a lift in my car, my Porsche rather than Kevin's Rangerover, which he had left at the house. On the way home he had his hand between my legs and we pulled into a car park. We kissed with me leaning across the centre console the chrome handled gear stick pressing into me right between my tits. He undid my top got my boobs out, but we could do little else, with both of us lying almost flat.

"Stay right there," I said getting out and walking round the back of the car. 

It was a warm evening and we were still in our tennis clothes, him in shorts, me a skirt. Behind the car I slipped my panties off. He opened the door and I whispered.

"Stay just like that," as I unzipped him and he pushed his shorts down revealing his gorgeously swollen prick. 

I climbed in and straddled him, well tried to, but the seat was narrow and I couldn't get my knees far enough down alongside either the door or the centre console. The more I tried to push down as he lifted my boobs out of my bra and rolled my top up to expose them and my nipples to his hands and mouth, so the more my head pressed against the roof. I came to the conclusion that it was impossible to fuck in a Porsche; a major design fault, but then it is a German car.

I climbed out. I knelt beside the car. He played with my tits as I took his cock in my hand and licked its length. I swallowed him deep into my mouth; he tasted good. As I sucked and licked him, so he started to fuck my mouth. We found a perfect rhythm. It got faster, more urgent and demanding and his thrusts got deeper and fuller.

"Oh Amanda," he groaned.

"What?"

"I am so near."

I knew what he was staying. Men with good manners and consideration are like that. They are inviting the woman to take him out of their mouth. I held him firmer and redoubled my sucking efforts. Suddenly he groaned, his body shuddered, he gripped me tightly, one hand in my hair, the other on my left boob and then my mouth was filled with the gushing, youthful torrent of his cum.

More soul searching.

It was getting worse. Or better. Who knows? My sex with Craig was becoming wilder, more daring and adventurous. I tried to understand myself; both the fact that I was fucking a kid and what I wanted from him. I knew what I didn't want, that was easy. I didn't want love and real affection, I didn't want companionship and dates, I didn't need him to be considerate and caring. They were things one gets from a lover, a partner or a husband and, in most ways Kevin provided them, well he used to before we parted. 

Craig supplied something else. He fulfilled another need. A need that I was having difficulty defining, which wasn't really surprising for until we had sex that first time I wasn't even aware that I had the need. Even now, three fucks and a mouth shag into my 'fling' with him, I couldn't define it.

A need for adventure? Maybe. A desire to be wanted? Unlikely. Being found attractive by a young Adonis? No not really. Boredom a relief from the tedium? Partly. A wish to experience someone other than my husband? Yes, but why with a boy?

None of my anguished analysis really got me anywhere. The only conclusions I reached were that I wanted Craig purely for sex, nothing more. But why I wanted him at all, I couldn't fathom. However, I was beginning to reach a not fully thought out conclusion that scared me a little. I was discovering a different side to myself, an alternative me. On the face of things I was a highly respectable, middle class woman, a bulwark of middle England, a stalwart of what a businessman's wife and the mother of his child should be. I had been like that all my life, particularly my married period. I hadn't strayed much or even really been tempted although I'd had many opportunities. Kevin and I enjoyed a spirited, but by no means 'kinky' or alternative sex life, we didn't swing, share partners or cheat. We weren't into S & M, bondage, pain, dressing up, spanking or anything away from the mainstream. We were just straightforward and, I guess 'normal.' 

Well I had been. What I was starting to realise was that it was just that 'normality' that may well have created my need for Craig. I still wasn't able to rationalise 'the why' fully, but what was forming in my mind was 'the how.' If I was going to stray from my marriage vows then it had to be big time. I didn't just want a one night stand with someone like me. No I wanted a fling with a complete opposite to me and my husband and friends. I didn't want a gentle seduction, dinner then a nice bed with low lights, soft music and tender lovemaking. No I wanted something extreme; I wanted to be screwed up against a wall, still half dressed. I wanted to be fucked in another man's bed. I wanted sex in a public place, a place I would return to and stand there with other people around knowing I had been fucked right there. Yes they were my needs and they were somewhat different, but, it hit me hard one day, they may well have been quite similar to Kevin's.

I know it didn't make sense, fully, but then what to do with sex does? It's a drive we all have to differing degrees and none of us really understands it fully, but I was trying and thought I was getting there. However, I had to acknowledge that I was probably developing, or suffering from a sort of split personality, the Jekyl and Hyde syndrome.

More Craig smut.

I used Kevin's Rangerover for the next match a week or so after the incident in the Porsche. That, incidentally, had ended on a humorous note. When I got home around eight thirty, Sara and the babysitter Carline were there. As I poured myself a drink, my daughter suddenly said.

"Mum why are your knees dirty?"

They didn't get dirty in the Rangerover, when Craig next fucked me though. In fact he fucked me twice within an hour; it was the first time he had proved his stamina and recovery powers to me, I was impressed and I wanted more.

Our club is in a forest, it is surrounded on all sides by trees and a quite heavily wooded area. It was mid- afternoon in mid-week, a Thursday I think. It wasn't busy at the club, just half a dozen members and none of Craig's mates all of whom must have been at uni or working. It wasn't a sunny day, but it was dry and reasonably warm, about seventy I guess, with no wind, great tennis weather.

"Come on," he said after we had been practising and were sitting drinking orange juice on the balcony outside the bar overlooking the six courts.

"Where?"

"Let's go for a walk," he replied, smiling.

"Where?"

He nodded towards the woods. That actually made my heart leap a bit for I knew it wasn't just a walk that he was inviting me on.

"You go first, then I'll go out to my car," I said, aware at how nosy people can be.

"God you look fucking raunchy today," Craig said pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard, when we reached a nice thick part of the woods a couple of hundred yards from the club. I was wearing a fairly tight, sleeveless, white top and a pink, also quite tight, very short, silky tennis skirt. I had a nice tan on my legs, arms, shoulders and chest.

"No different to usual," I managed to gasp as my body responded to the way his body had already reacted. His erection felt lovely pressed against my stomach.

"Over here," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me under a large tree, an oak I think, with wide branches that created a canopy. It felt more secluded.

He pressed me back against the huge trunk of the tree and we kissed. He moved his arms, which had been round me, grabbed my wrists, raised them and rested them on the tree trunk above my head. He continued kissing me and squashing my boobs with his chest for a while, but then he broke the kiss. Arching his back and leaning his upper body away from me he looked right into my eyes and started to grind his cock against my pubic mound. I writhed back at it. It was something I had never done before and it felt fantastic, particular when our squirming and writhing brought the bottom of his cock in contact with my clit, which must have found its way out from the folds that usually protected it from such stimulation. He brought our hands down with his still holding my wrists. He pressed my hands onto my boobs and squeezed my fingers so they were squeezing my own flesh through the thin top and bra.

"Let me see you play with your tits Amanda," he said quietly.

"No," I sighed, loving the feelings I was giving myself, but feeling shy and embarrassed at the idea of going further.

"Come on baby, let me see those big titties. Get them out for me. Let me see them in your hands. Play with them as I do."

"Oh Craig don't."

I squeezed and rubbed my boobs through my top. I was extremely aroused. I was once more, I half realised, fulfilling my need, my newly discovered, but still not fully analysed or understood need. I was having a form of extreme sex, certainly sex of a nature that would have been unthinkable for me just a few short weeks ago.

He put his hands behind and with his back still arched he continued to dry fuck me as I squeezed and rubbed my boobs.

"Get them out," Craig growled.

"No, I can't not here."

"Yes you can," he said slipping his hands inside the waist band of his trackies.

"Someone might come."

That made him smile. "I fucking well hope so, both of us," he smiled.

"I meant come along," I groaned back somewhat pedantically.

"They won't and if they did we would hear them for miles," he went on, his eyes locked on my boobs, which I had continued to rub and squeeze as we spoke.

"It's too risky Craig," I gulped with little conviction as those beautiful feelings started to well up in me.

"No it's not, look," he said sliding his trousers down a bit so that his bum and hips were on show with his cock caught on the inside of the trousers. He moved away and quickly pulled them away then pressed his naked cock back against me. "See."

"Oh God, Craig" I groaned. 

I was excited by the sight of his cock, as I always was. The fact that he had bared it where we were, the feelings it was giving me as he thrust it against my pink skirt, the feelings I was giving myself with my hands on my tits and simply being in the open doing what we were doing all combined to arouse me enormously.

"Come on," he said taking hold of the hem of my top, which had slipped out from the waist band of my skirt, which I realised was a little too tight for me; a bit of dieting and more gym work were clearly needed.

"No, we might get caught."

"I told you we won't, I've fucked girls here several times" he rather ungallantly advised me adding. "Even should anyone come along they can't see in here and in any case we could always move round the other side as we cover up."

I didn't reply, but the feelings were building up more and more and I hadn't stopped 'playing with myself.' I realised, or I convinced myself quickly, that he was probably quite correct.

He lifted my skirt up and put his cock inside. I was wearing quite full, but nevertheless thin panties. He slid his hand inside my skirt and took hold of the elastic round the leg hole and pulled it away from me. The feel of his cock on my bare stomach and pubes made me gasp and my body jerk. He kissed me, shoved his tongue in my mouth and pushed his cock further inside my panties and up my stomach.

"Come on Amanda, get those lovely tits out for me."

I was gone, I'd had it, there was no resistance left. I slid each of the straps off my shoulders and down my arms to past my shoulders.

"Mmmmm, nice," he said looking at my tits in the white, net, almost totally see through bra. When playing with Craig I had pretty much given up wearing sports bras as, incidentally, most of the older women at the club had.

The look in his eyes, the combination of lust, want, desire and admiration made me feel so wanted and adventurous. I pushed the two mounds together.

"Like this," I croaked.

"Yes, for a start," he grunted leaning forward, pushing his tongue into my cleavage and licking all the way up.

I rolled my boobs around for a while, my thumb and forefingers on both hands finding my hardened nipples and relieving their aches by pulling and pinching them, quite hard. His eyes didn't leave my hands as his cock continued giving me delicious feelings probing around on my bare stomach inside my panties. I almost smiled when for some reason the phrase 'talking your way into a girl's knickers' came into my mind for this was literally, the first time a man had been in them, well at least while I was wearing them!

"Get them right out." 

"Really?" I replied coquettishly, knowing now that I would.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see yer tits."

"Just see," I smiled pushing the left strap off my shoulder.

"No."

"What then? I asked pushing the other strap off.

"I want to watch you play with your tits."

"Is that all?" I said scooping one then the other out of the cups."

"No, then I am going to fuck you."

As I delighted and excited myself by caressing, rubbing, stroking and pinching my tits, Craig slid my panties down. He pulled them to mid-thigh.

"No take them right off," I said worried that they might get torn or dirty and I had to wear them back to the club. We fumbled them down my legs and off my feet. He put them in his pocket.

"Don't forget to take them out before your mum washes them," I joked as I continued caressing myself. He bent at the knee so that he could position his cock right against my lips. 

I didn't insist on a condom, though probably I should. When we had done it the first time in the clubhouse, it simply didn't occur to me. I hadn't had a man other than my husband make love to me for so many years and as I was on the pill, it just hadn't entered my mind. After the number of times Craig had now had me, it hardly seemed worth bothering now.

"Come on," I gasped, now wanting him badly.

"It's fucking difficult getting it right like this," he explained.

I understood what he meant for he was a good eight inches taller than me and getting the angle of penetration just right was difficult.

"Let me," I said reaching down, standing on tip toe and trying to get it in me. But I couldn't.

"Oh fuck this," he said making me panic for I thought he was going to stop, but he added. "Turn round."

I did and leaned forward supporting myself by putting my hands against the tree. He lifted my skirt pressed his cock against my pussy, grabbed my hips and thrust himself right up me in one glorious whoosh of sensations. Moulding himself round my body he grabbed my tits and then fucked me fast and furious.

He was right about the two things he'd said about the location. No one did come along, but we both did cum.

Real life.

Kevin was all over me, phoning, emailing and texting continually. He was begging to come back, for me to forgive him and for us to start again. I tried to resist him, but gradually he wore me down and slowly I realised that I had to give in, I had to accept his apologies and that I had to take him back. I had to do it for Sara.

"Just one more chance" I said as his cock slid into me.

The final fuck with Craig.

We did it again standing up a la Basic Instinct a week or so after the time in the woods.

As I was being shagged with my legs wrapped round his waist, his hands holding me up by my bum he grunted.

"You liked that in the woods didn't you?"

"Yes," I murmured as we stared into each other's eyes.

"You liked getting your tits out?"

"Yes."

"And playing with them didn't you?"

"Yes, Craig, yes I did," I managed as my climax built up.

"You liked me watching you do it didn't you?" He grunted slowly pumping in and out of me.

"Mmmm, yes," I replied quite dreamily as the sexual feelings boiled over me and I started to cum.

"You know that I am taking Kevin back on Thursday," I told him when we spoke on the phone on the Friday before that.

"Yes and that's when I get dumped, right."

"Well luv, not dumped, but I know what you mean."

"Won't you be at the club this weekend?"

"No I can't I have loads to do."

"Ok, so is that it then?"

"No, I thought you might like to come to the house on Monday."

"You'll be alone?"

"Yes, all night if you want."

It was going to be the end. I knew it as well as Craig did. It was over, finished, dead and buried. But why not go out with a bang, I had thought when I decided to ask him to the house.

"Why not come around seven, I'll do dinner and you can stay the night." I'd told him.

"Oh fuck Amanda, you look amazing," Craig said after I had opened the front door and let him into the house.

I had pondered for quite some time thinking how to make this 'last supper' very special; for him and for me. He deserved it. He had helped me find something in myself, not necessarily liking or welcoming what I found, but that wasn't down to him. He had also given me an enormous amount of pleasure and excitement, in fact nobody else had given me so much in such short period as far as I could recall other than Sara and that was not a fair comparison..

Naked, after bathing, washing and drying my hair, doing my finger and toe nails, fixing my light make and trimming my pubes, I went into my bedroom and rummaged in my lingerie drawers. 

I hadn't worn a suspender belt for years. It felt strange having the tightness of the lace and silk round my tummy and hips, but quite nice. I occasionally wore stockings for Kevin, but for many years now they had been hold ups and didn't require the rather old fashioned looking garment I was now wrapping round my body and clipping at the front. That done, I held my breath and pulled my stomach in as I wiggled the 'belt' round me so the clasp was at the back and the four suspenders were in the right places. 

I tore open the cellophane on the packet containing the stockings I had bought just that morning in a Tesco of all places, and lifted out the smooth, dark nylons. They felt good on the skin of my hands and even better as I slid them up my legs. I like wearing stockings. Fiddling them into place I snapped the darker denier stocking tops into the suspenders and stood with my back to the full length mirror. The seams were not quite straight so I messed around with them, even having to undo and snap in again the suspenders on my right leg. My legs tightly together I again looked over my shoulder and felt pleased with both the sight of my regrettably full, but nicely rounded arse, the stockings and my legs. I put the high heels on, my legs seemed to slim immediately.




Mid-life Crisis



Not being that used to wearing sexy undies I had looked at a few glamour sites to get some ideas on what type of panties to wear. It had been looking at the sites that had changed my mind from lacy topped hold-ups to a sussie belt. I had assumed I would wear a thong, but my 'research' and my plan had changed that idea. It had also done something else and that was reveal a curiosity in other women. The girls I saw on the erotic underwear sites were totally gorgeous, they turned me on a bit; could I have bi tendencies I asked myself. Fuck this was becoming such a time of sexual enlightenment for me!

The pure silk of the black, French knickers felt so good in my hands that unconsciously I rubbed them across my breasts. God was that good! I could feel my nipples hardening, I pinched them through the lustrous material. This was getting crazy, if I wasn't careful I would start to cum and then I would masturbate; it was far too early for that so I put the knickers on. I had never worn French knickers before and their loose bagginess felt strange, but the sight of them in the mirror was very sexy. They were cut quite high at the groins and they were full, the elastic at the top going round me just below the lacy top of the suspender belt. The scalloped bottoms flapped a little and moved as I did flashing some of my tummy and a bit of my pubes.

The bra was a fairly straightforward job. It was, though cut acutely across each breast only just covering my areola. Being made from gossamer thin lace and net it was see through so my swollen nipples were very clear and surprisingly large, I thought, looking at the bumps in the material. Oh yes it was also a front loader having a small clasp between my boobs.

A long, ankle length, black lace robe with a tie round my neck completed my 'farewell uniform.' Standing still, as I was looking in the mirror, it covered me, but as I moved it billowed open showing the rest of my gear and large expanses of my body. I was pleased with the effect, but wondered if it and I were a bit OTT; Craig's comment when I had opened the door told me I wasn't, men are so basic aren't they?.

He came in and immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. It was nice, but not what I wanted. His hands were all over me, pawing and squeezing.

"Not yet, luv," I sighed "This is my show, I'm in charge tonight."

We had a couple of drinks and then we had dinner. It was a simple pasta, carbonarra I think, which I served with crispy French bread, a salad and a nice Chianti. Several times as I served the meal or poured the wine he tried to grab me, but I stopped him. We kissed and he touched me, but I didn't let him caress me. I was finding it interesting to be in charge, something that was quite new to me in sexual situations where Kevin always led the way. I was also finding it a huge turn on to be dressed in the overtly sexual and erotic way I was; I realised that sexy undies are not just for the viewer, but for the wearer as well, something that had not registered with me before.

The vodkas before and the bottle of strong, rich Chianti with dinner had made both of us feel mellow and warm. The alcohol had also reduced any minor inhibitions I may have had and had relaxed me. When Craig had first arrived and I had flaunted myself at him in my vamp's gear, I had thought maybe it was a mistake bringing him to my home. I had felt tense and tongue-tied and wasn't at all certain that this would turn out to be the memorable farewell I had hoped for. Nevertheless, I now felt fully confident and assured.

"Come on let's go upstairs," I said around nine.

"Best invitation I've had all night," Craig replied getting up and putting his arm round me.

I led him upstairs and showed him into a spare bedroom. I had toyed for some time as to whether we should have sex in Kevin's and my room, after all being fucked by a lover in the marital bed is considered by many to be pretty bad form, but I was feeling particularly naughty. 

"Give me a couple of minutes," I told him "Then come into my room, I'll be waiting for you."

It was fairly dark for I had turned the lights right down. I would have liked to have used candles, but the smell lingers and that would have been hard to explain to Sara, so I had to rely on dimmed lights instead.

I removed my bra and lay on the bed, near to one edge. I wrapped the lacy nightdress round me so the top of my body was pretty much covered, but my nylon clad legs, still with the black patent leather high heels on, poked out. I raised one knee so my foot was on the bed and put my hands behind my head and waited.

The door was slowly pushed back and then Craig came through.

"Jesus Amanda, this is fantastic."

"Thanks, come here."

He came over and went to lie beside me.

"No, stand there beside the bed."

"OK, now what?"

"Undress for me, let me see you."

He did that well. Not like a stripper, but confidently and assuredly in the knowledge that he had a good body and a great cock both of which he slowly revealed to me.

"Mmmm, very nice," I said looking up at his fully erect penis and unusually large balls, which were just above and slightly to one side of my face.

"So?"

"Just watch for a moment," I told him, sliding my arms from above my head to down by my sides. I kept my eyes on his loving that look of lust and other emotions, which I'd seen many times; he had very expressive eyes. 

I slipped my hands inside the robe and found my bare breasts. I cupped them and took the nipples, which were of course already hard as they had been almost continuously since I had donned the sexy outfit, between my thumbs and forefingers. I knew that he couldn't see what I was doing, but he must have guessed.

"Pull it open Craig," I croaked feeling immensely worked up. I was in my element, but had no real idea why.

"Oh my lord, oh Christ," he groaned as he saw my bare tits and my hands caressing them.

I smiled. "Like that?" I asked rolling them together as I squeezed and pinched the soft, yielding flesh.

"Like it, I fucking love it," he grunted starting to get onto the bed.

"No, stay there," I said sharply, running one of my hands downwards and stroking my tummy.

"Why?"

"Just do as I say, ok?"

"Ok," he said slowly standing up alongside the bed again watching my vampishly, scarlet painted fingernails of my right hand slide inside the elastic waistband of my black, silk French knickers.

His hand, involuntarily it seemed, but exactly as I'd hoped, went to his cock. He stroked its length a couple of times with his fingertips before gripping it.

"Ok?"

"Oh yes Craig, very much so," I breathed back. I adore seeing a man wank himself.

My fingers inside my panties stroked across my mound and down to the start of that slit, which holds the most sexually sensitive part of a woman's body. I parted the folds and exposed my clit to my other hand which I had slithered down my tingling skin to go also inside the French knickers. Our eyes were flittering from looking at what the other's hands were doing to holding the other's gaze. It was a hugely erotic atmosphere.

He pumped a little harder, he cupped his balls with his other hand and the look in his eyes became more intense, yet at the same time a little dreamy. I opened my legs to give me room so that I could slide one set of fingertips along my slit. I was deliciously wet. Holding the middle finger of one hand right on my clit and rubbing it, whilst I stroked my lips with the fingertips on the other hand I looked right into his eyes.

"Do you want to see?"

"Of course I do, let me see you Amanda."

"Then pull my panties down," I whispered very huskily.

Leaning forward so he could reach the waistband of my knickers brought his beautiful cock very close to my face. I almost grabbed it, I nearly licked it, I came so close to taking it into my mouth, but I didn't, all that could wait, after all we had all night.

I lifted my bum off the bed as he peeled the panties down my legs and saw where my fingers were resting. Holding his gaze, I opened my legs further and raised my knees so he could see even more clearly the location of my fingers. 

Staring intently at me he whispered "Oh Amanda, you have a gorgeous cunt." 

Other than Kevin a couple of times early into our relationship no one had ever stared at let alone commented on me there and certainly nobody, not even my husband had told me that I have a gorgeous cunt. Although I hadn't then, and still don't now, have any idea what constitutes gorgeous when referred to a cunt, I liked hearing him say it.

I stroked myself as he pumped himself harder.

"You're gonna have to let me on that bed soon Amanda."

"Why?"

"Because I am getting so near."

I smiled but said nothing as I watched his long deliberate strokes and saw his eyes on my fingers. I had taken them away a little so he could look at my 'gorgeous cunt.' I stared deep onto his eyes as I pressed the back of my little finger on one hand with the thumb on that hand and closed those into my palm. I straightened the three middle fingers. With the fingers on my other hand I firstly stroked then eased apart my lips.

"Ok?" I whispered.

"Oh yes, but I'm very near."

"Good that's what I want Craig," I croaked.

"What are you going to do?"

"Watch," I groaned moving the three straightened fingers so they were between my legs. I held his gaze as I then whispered very croakily. "I am going to fuck myself Craig," before shoving those three straight fingers right up my cunt.

"Oh fuck," he grunted. "That's fantastic."

"So is that," I managed to say nodding at him pumping his cock as I rammed my fingers up and down inside my pussy. I was getting very near myself.

"Let me fuck you." 

"No, I don't want that."

"You want me to cum?"

"Yes I do, that's what I want."

"Ok," he grunted rubbing faster and harder.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked.

"Yes, yes I do, badly."

"Craig?"

"Yes Amanda."

"Where do you want to cum?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"What?"

I was cumming. I held those fingers rigid inside me, the knuckle of my thumb pressed firmly on my clit. It was amazing. And then I noticed the third finger of my left hand and realised that I was still wearing my wedding ring

"Do you want to cum on me?"

"Oh Amanda yes."

"Where? On my stomach, on my tits?"

"On your face, let me cum on your face and tits."

Nobody, not even Kevin had shot their load on my face. But I let my toyboy Craig do that and I got soaked. As my body convulsed and I raised my bum from the bed writhing with the self-induced orgasmic sensations, so a torrent of white sperm gushed from his cock, which he pointed at my face from just a foot or so. It hit me first on my right cheek, then across my right eyelid. As he or I moved I then got splashes on my forehead, nose and finally my lips, but only a few globules landed on my tits.



Mid-Life Crisis



I woke up wanting to suck a cock. It was a very strange thing for a straight man to want but I did want to suck a cock.

Well yes I had sucked two cocks before but that was the summer after high school graduation fifteen years before. I had dated and fucked only girls and married one of them. The marriage lasted eight years which in our circle of friends was remarkable. 

Among my six best friends only three marriages lasted over two years and ours was one of two to make it past five. The only marriage left was between friends we had predicted would have killed each other long ago. He had the one of the cocks I had sucked. The other was the first to get divorced and no one had any idea where he was.

As I readied for work I asked myself whose cock did I want. Our company had a gym and many of us went there instead of lunch. We had all seen each other's cocks. One very fine cock was on the vice president of our division but I did not want to put my career at his mercy. His cock was nice but he wasn't. 

My still married buddy had the smallest cock and at the time I had decided that he could fuck my ass if he wanted to do so. Our games ended too soon for that to happen. I am sure he was ready for me to fuck him. I wondered if I still wanted my ass fucked.

I decided to bring up the subject of gay men around my friends at work. The first thing one asked me was if I wanted to give him a blowjob. 

I laughed and said, "Right after you give me one," then went on to mention that statistics showed twenty percent of the people around us were gay or bisexuals and I just wondered if it could possibly be that high.

None of the guys agreed with the number and most guessed it would be less than five percent. One guy wondered who the five percent would be and everyone nominated someone, basically the guys that were better looking than us.

I got no leads out of that, I thought, until a note on my desk read, "Your divorce has made you desperate I see. I will give you a blowjob and you do not to give me one in return. Just leave your coffee cup upside down on your desk when you leave today and I will come by your place tonight."

Perfect. I was going to let him suck me off first but I would certainly return the favor. That evening I took a shower and wore just gym shorts. My doorbell rang at eight and I was surprised to see the vice president of my unit standing there.

I allowed him in and he went in and knelt on the floor by my love seat. I took my shorts off and sat directly in front of him. He kissed and licked my cock before sliding it into his mouth. He stopped each time I began to rush to a cum and waited several minutes before resuming.

During one of such pauses I mentioned that I felt awkward to be the only one nude. He smiled and was soon naked. Before he got back on his knees I kissed his cock. He looked like a kid that had just won first price.

He eventually did allow me to cum and he swallowed the enormous amount of cum I ejaculated. He kept sucking and licking my cock until I lifted him to the love seat, kissed him then sank to my knees.

I savored having his cock slide into my mouth so much I spent several minutes doing just that, taking it down deep then pulling back until only my lips had contact with it. Once he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back. I managed to stop him from cumming once but not the second time. I took all he had and swallowed but kept his cock in my mouth until he pulled me off and we stood. 

He embraced me and kissed me before he said, "I need to get home. I'm supposed to be getting her a very special type of Nori. I already have it in the car, I keep a stash there.

You realize no one can catch even a glint of what just happened here. I am your boss and it should not have happened in the first place but I did notice you liked my cock as much as I like yours and I trust you to realize both our careers would be jeopardized if word got out.

We will not be able to do this often but if you feel the necessity use the same signal. I will text you if I can't."

I kissed him then I got him a coke to drink on the way home. He kissed me and left. I put rum and a slice of lemon in my coke and went to my computer and trolled for gay websites. I had decided I loved sucking cocks.

I did not love getting arrested so I decided to avoid the adult theaters. I wondered how they were surviving since every kind of porn was available at home. 

They used to be a good place for closeted gay men to meet but they were now too risky. The problem was our city decided gloryholes were illegal and most surviving places had sealed them up.

That meant you would need to physically be with your partner. He could see your face. He could recognize you. Too big a risk.

The next day there was another note on my desk from one of my workmates, he asked to come over to my place and talk to me, his marriage was coming apart and wanted some advice.

I had a rum and coke ready for him when he came over after work. I urged him to get comfortable and sit on the love seat with me. He saw my erection and simply got nude.

"My wife and I used to swap with another couple, she got the pussy and I got the cock." He paused to get something out of his jacked and handed it to me, there were three condoms and an anal lubricant. I got us ready as he continued. 

"Our favorite couple split. My wife still gets the pussy but he left for California. I have not had a cock in months. I saw a car parked in your driveway when I drove by yesterday. I looked through your window and saw a guy giving you a blowjob. I decided your cock would do just fine."

I was sliding my cock into his ass by then. It was my first ass and I was having a difficult time holding on. To distract myself I reached around him and gripped his still flaccid cock. I was surprised he did not have an erection so that gave me the distraction I needed. By the time our balls met I was fine.

I began with a long stroke, slow fuck which both of us appreciated. He moaned and for some reason I kissed his shoulder. He turned for me to kiss his lips so I did. His cock began to rise.

I fucked him and masturbated him in rhythm until he began to pant, he was about to cum. I sped up and pounded his ass hard and filled the condom as he covered my loveseat's skirt with cum.

I kept my cock slowly sliding in his ass until it popped out. He stayed on his knees with his head on a cushion as I removed the condom and threw it away.

I sat next to him and pulled him up to my lap and kissed him.

"When do you need to go home?"

"Ten tonight, she has her friend over tonight."

"Do you get to fuck the woman?"

"Rarely and just twice. Both after she and her husband split. She says she enjoys me but her husband's dick was twice as big as mine."

"Let me call for pizza. Take your clothes and hang them up, there is a closet with just hangers in it in the bedroom. Don't bother dressing."

I called for the food then put my gym shorts on and took our drinks to the kitchen table. He joined me there and we talked about his being part of a bisexual couple. He very much enjoyed it until his lover left.

The pizza came and I got nude as I took it to the kitchen table. I refreshed our drinks and for the next thirty minutes we ate and drank. We agreed it was the best dinner ever before we replenished our glasses and returned to my living room.

I put on my DVD of Short Bus and we were mesmerized by the scene of the guy trying to suck his own cock.

He said he could lick his but his cock was too small to put in his mouth. I asked him to show me and we got on the floor. It took him a while but he got his tongue on his cock.

I applauded and said, "Again." That time as he and his cock got close I slid a finger in his ass and pressed down a bit. He wrapped his lips around his cock. I put a throw pillow under his head and he got his entire cock in his mouth.

We high fived and kissed then I put a condom on his cock and lubricated my ass. There was no pain and just a bit of burn as he slid all the way into me.

He fucked me slowly which I very much enjoyed a lot more than expected. I was disappointed when he ejaculate but happy he stayed in me until his cock shrank out.

I rolled over onto my back and he began to love my cock. My boss was a phenomenal cocksucker, he was better. The only reason I lasted five minutes was because I had my first cum less than two hours before.

I took him to my bed and we took a nap. It was after nine when we awoke so he got dressed, kissed me then asked, "Is Wednesday of next week OK to visit again?"

"Yes, you may have every Wednesday for the near future."

"Thanks," he said, kissed me and left.

I cleaned up and took a shower then went to bed. Before I went to bed I knew I had not had enough cock yet.

Thursday at noon a guy I did not know all that well asked me if my problem was with the computer on my desk or the one at home. I recognized him as one of the tech guys and I stood to allow him to my computer as I told him I didn't know but I was having problems sending notes to my home computer. An image of a long but skinny cock just barely flashed on my monitor but it made the reason for his inquiry clear.

"I could go check out your equipment at home and see if there is anything I can do for it."

"Today after work would be good, I'll treat to dinner."

"Awesome, I will follow you home."

After we got to my house he followed me to the bedroom and got nude as I did. He climbed in bed with me and began an awesome blowjob.

As expected he was the owner of the long skinny cock and after I enjoyed my cum I got the one remaining condom and put it on his cock, lubricated my ass and draped myself over a pillow. He slid in slowly and I felt his cock reach past my gland.

I moaned. He began with long slow strokes and I felt my cock seep more pre-cum out. He picked up the pace and I was in heaven until he grunted. I felt the warmth from his cum in me. He resumed fucking my ass and lasted another six minutes before his cock popped out. 

I rolled to my side and asked, Pizza OK?"

"Pizza is perfect. Where is your computer?"

"I have a small office just off the living room."

I picked up the phone and made the same order and it was delivered by the same girl.

"Did I tip you yesterday when you came?"

She blushed and shook her head no. I gave her a ten dollar tip and a kiss on the cheek. She was happy about one of them.

I joined my new lover in my office as he was installing an app.

"These are the people with whom you can have for sex that have approved my telling you. Your name will not appear on their list until you have sex with them and only on their computers. If you want all to see your name you need to click the enroll button and sign in.

I clicked on a name I didn't know and his picture and vitals came up. He worked in shipping.

I clicked on a female name and her picture told me she was one of the girls in the office pool. Under sex however she had checked male. I clicked under photos for her and saw a nice woman with a small dick.

I clicked on my visitors name and learned his name was Mark. His other photos included the picture of the cock I had seen flash by in my office.

I ate as I went through the membership, there were seventeen of them, some really were women. I had stumbled into a secret sex club.

"Is there anyway for anyone else to find this list?"

"Only if they use your computer and know the password I wrote down for you. As you see our company is twenty percent bisexual and there are some that have opted to remain anonymous."

"Rum and coke?"

"Yes, please."

We stayed at the computer as we drank and I went to each member. Mark told me which he had sex with and if they had any preferences. I learned the three women were lesbians that at times wanted someone to fuck her as she ate pussy.

I learned the guy to visit me the day before was Gene and preferred someone fuck him, he was a bottom. Mark next to me had checked he was a top. He said when I allowed my profile to be seen I should check "All of the above." One of the choices was pussy.

I asked him if I filled the profile now would it be the same as enrolling. He said, "No, one will see your profile unless you contact them. I'm ready for another fuck by the way. You can be the top if you want."

"Maybe our next time, I am fine with you doing the fucking."

He took even longer fucking me the second time. My prostrate loved the massage his cock gave it as did my ass. When he was done he stopped but just cuddled to me and waited for his cock to plop out on its own. I took the condom off and kissed his cock then kissed him.

He kissed me back, got dressed and left. I got another drink and went to my computer and filled out my profile including a picture of me and a close up of my cock.

I sent my two lovers a thank you note and added "Wednesday," to my note to Gene and the word, "Anytime" to Marks.

The next day when I got home from the grocery store I sent a message to Mark asking him if he had an hour. He was fucking me fifteen minutes later. He left me asleep.

That Friday I saw everyone I had contacted had sent me a message. Gene's only read,' Wednesday'. The lesbians wrote, "A date soon, please." The TS wrote "I am available when you are."

"Tonight?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Symphony, dinner, and fuck?"

"Yes."

"I will pick you up at six."

"I will be ready."

He looked fabulous and I would have challenged anyone to guess she had a dick. I kissed her lips as we introduced each other then she kissed me after we had. We already knew we would fuck after our date so the kisses continued throughout the evening.

She had been to the symphony before, she was a fan of theirs. I was a fan of Bach's piano concerto that one of the worlds leading pianist would be performing.

We both had a fine time at the concert and a good time at the big Vietnamese restaurant. She went to the ladies room but I was so taken by the femininity I didn't think about it until we were on my bed fucking.

She was very pretty nude except for her dick. She told me it was useless so she intended to get rid of it when she found the money. It was useless all night, I tried to get it to wake up but no matter what I did it remained in a coma.

Our fucks were excellent from my point of view but not getting her to orgasms bothered me. It was the last date we would have.

Sunday morning after I took her home I had a message from Mark asking if I would be available that day. I said I was until six and he came over. 

I did fuck him which he eventually enjoyed, my cock was the biggest he had allowed inside of him so he needed to wait for the discomfort to go away before he could truly allow himself all-in on the fuck.

I loved both fucks he gave me and loved the blowjob between. I caressed his ass before he dressed to go home.

That next week went by quickly, I fucked Gene twice on Wednesday and Mark fucked me twice on Thursday.

I again had no plans for Friday night and for some unknown reason I was a bundle of nerves so I decided to surf the web. I spent Friday night masturbating to films on xHamster. It was still not a very satisfactory Friday night.

On Saturday I went to a gay bar but did not feel like playing with anyone there. I was on my way home when I suddenly hoped there had not been anyone there that recognized me.

Sunday the football was great and I made it through three games before going to bed.

The next morning I had two notes on my desk, one from Mark and another from Lori. Both asked if I had checked for messages last night.

I went to tech support and told Mark how my evening went. He seemed relived. I went to bookkeeping and told Lori the same story. She was annoyed. Lori had been my date the previous week and it had gone well and I wondered why I had not contacted her.

I went back to work and noticed my concentration wandered. "Maybe I need to cut back on all the sex?" I asked myself.

"Are you fucking crazy! I yelled back at me.

That evening I went to my computer and saw Mark had wanted to come over for the Sunday night game.

I answered, "Maybe that would have been a great half-time show."

The next day I e-mailed Mark that I wanted him to come by Wednesdays. He answered fine.

I e-mailed Gene and told him we would have company Wednesdays. He said fine.

After work Wednesday I went home and greeted my guests naked. Mark fucked Gene as he sucked my cock. Two beers later Mark fucked me as I sucked Gene. The three of us were very satisfied with our evening.

I turned out to be our last fling together. I did see a spark between Gene and Mark and sensed diminished enthusiasm on my part so when Gene e-mailed me he would be at Marks the following week I was glad. They had invited me over but I declined.

I had decided I needed to learn more about Lori.



Mid Life Crisis Book 01



Chapter 1

Charlie was approaching 43. His mid-life crisis was looming. His marriage was virtually over; the divorce court was surely just around the corner.

Where had the last 20 years gone? 

Out of university at 22, the world at his fingertips, women to be seduced and loved and jobs and careers to be attacked with the energy that only a 'know it all' 22 year old could do.

Then there was Jane, one of what would probably be a number of post university flings. A few dates and a few sleepless nights of passion later, every thing was great....then the call....... "I'm late"......

Marriage came three months later, 

Four months later Jessica was introduced to the world. 

A steady nine to five job in a high street bank paid the bills, No fun but a secure job, so long as his fingers remained out of the till. 

Andrew become Jessica's younger brother two years later. 

Promotion to a junior manager came by his late 20's. 

Middle management beckoned and more boredom by his mid 30's. 

Senior management arrived and acute boredom by his late 30's

Redundancy arrived on the economic downturn as branch banking no longer fulfilled the 'job for life' criteria.....

The marriage was in a rut from his late 20's on. 

Tennis club regulars and a few close friends that engaged in the ritual of the dinner party circle would see this happy couple....... 

Their medium sized, heavily mortgaged house with wisteria over the porch and two fairly new cars in the drive, would however in reality only echo to silence or sharp words being exchanged. 

Sometimes they did make love. Sometimes it was as often as once every other month. Always it was as the result of too much booze. It was also never satisfactory for either party.

The children had had enough and escaped the parental home as soon as possible, Jessica went to university and into the arms of a string of admirers wishing to explore her charms. Andrew joined the Navy, looking for a girl in every port and more often than not finding one, albeit sometimes he needed to exchange cash for an hour of love and affection......

Charlie wasn't shocked to see another car in the drive on that fateful hot Friday when returning from the outplacement consultants. It was Barry's; a friend from the tennis club and a doubles partner to both him and Jane. They were due to have dinner with Barry and his wife Sue the next evening.

Charlie let himself into the house and was surprised not to see Jane or Barry. 

He went upstairs to the bedroom to get changed......the bedroom door was open....the bed was occupied.....Jane, naked, on her knees......Barry equally naked taking her from behind with forceful strokes, clearly, by the noise being made, nearing the end of the performance........

Charlie stayed silently in the doorway, rooted to the spot, feeling strangely voyeuristic and in some respects enjoying the spectacle in front of him, conscious of a small but growing erection.

Barry finished; Jane seemed to too. They parted and fell into each others arms and simultaneously saw Charlie.

"Oh God" they said in unison, at the same time covering their sweat covered nudity.

"Nice show" Charlie sarcastically sneered. "Was it good, you both seemed to enjoy it? Is he better than me Jane? Or can't you remember what I am like as it has been so long since we last did it?" 

"How does she compare to Sue, Barry? Does she do things Sue won't let you? Have you taken her up the arse?"

"Charlie there is no need..." Barry tried to say, before Charlie retorted, shouting: "There is every need. You have just fucked my wife, in my bed, in my house; now get the fuck out of here NOW!"

Barry gathered his clothes and dressed with as much style as he could, any sense of bravado long since gone. Jane started to cry, still trying to cover her modesty not knowing whether to look at Charlie, or Barry trying to hurriedly dress. 

"Stop crying Jane" Charlie snapped, "It doesn't work". Barry meanwhile was dressed and fleeing the room without a backward glance.

Charlie approached Jane, opened his flies and presented his erect member to Jane. "Suck it" he ordered. 

Knowing she was not very keen on this activity he forced her to accept his penis. She sucked and he thrust himself into her mouth. He felt himself getting close. She had never let him cum in her mouth, but today was going to be different. He started stroking himself ordering her to continue sucking as he let go with a torrent of hot salty sperm that made her gag and dribble at the same time, while the tears started again with even more vengeance.

He looked at her with distain as he zipped himself up. "Our marriage was doomed and virtually dead" he shouted, "you have just put the final nail in the coffin". 

Charlie went downstairs as she continued to cry, pouring himself a beer from the fridge. Gathering his thoughts he sat in the garden and imagined Jane in the marital bed with Barry's love juice leaking from her pussy and his on her lips and down her throat. God it was a turn on......

He went back upstairs; Jane had not moved and looked fearfully at him.

"I am going to pack some clothes and go away for a few days; maybe two, maybe more I don't know yet" he said in a calm and soothing voice. "You will not be here when I come back"..........

Chapter 2

Not knowing where he was going or for how long, Charlie packed his bag with a random number of socks and boxers, a pair of jeans, chinos and some polo shirts. A sweat shirt for good measure went on top. Conscious of being watched by a still sobbing Jane who hadn't moved from the bed, he went to the bathroom and packed toiletries and shaving gear. Finally he picked up his camera kit, his one hobby that he could actually admit to having.

He looked at Jane who was now beginning to get her crying under control..."remember you will not be here when I get back" he snarled. Despite his anger he could not get the erotic scenes of Jane and Barry out of his head and the feelings as he came in her mouth, another erection was starting to form. He stormed out of the room.

Charlie threw the bags onto the back seat of the car, got behind the wheel and took a deep breath. 

What was he going to do? 

Where was he going to go?

The West Country seemed appealing for a weekend or longer get away; a three hour drive and he'd be there. Perfect.

He started the car and backed out of the drive, seeing the bedroom curtains move as Jane looked out over the drive. He fleetingly wondered if she was still naked, didn't consider her feelings at all, but wondered what the sex had been like. 

As he hit the roads that would take him West, he thought no more about where exactly he would go; his thoughts were consumed with what he had witnessed, his reaction and what he had made her do to him. The fact the marriage was dead was of no consequence. 

How long had the affair been going on; why had he not noticed? 

What had they done? 

Had she let Barry cum in her mouth? Very unlikely; but a turn on as he considered it. 

Had she been taken up the arse? Again unlikely;. Charlie and her had played around in that area but hadn't actually "done it"? Who stopped it, him or Jane? Charlie couldn't remember it had been so long since they had a real session.

Was Barry a better lover? Charlie had not had any complaints in that region in the past before Jane but he had the normal male phobias about size and staying power. 

How big was Barry... Charlie thought back to what he saw that afternoon but couldn't remember seeing his dick. He thought back to showers at the tennis club, He must have seen him there; but that was not a real comparison but didn't remember thinking he was particularly well hung; normal, not big or small. 

While all these thoughts filled his mind, blood was flowing to his penis and the miles were being eaten up as he cruised towards the West Country.

At about 7.00pm he was feeling tired when he saw a sign for Shaftsbury...what an ironic name he thought, smiling to himself.

He took the turning and headed off the main road head into open country. A few miles down the road he came across the quintessential English village with the requisite church, post office and, exactly what he was looking for, a chocolate box cover, thatched roof pub that had rooms available.

He parked outside the pub and taking his bags with him, locked the car and entered the pub. Approaching, the lady behind the bar smiled at him and asked what he would like.

"I was hoping you may still have a room available for a night or two" Charlie said.

"You're lucky my dear" she answered, "We have a room but only for tonight. Its en-suite and costs £50 including full English breakfast, dinner is available in the bar until 9.30 if you are interested."

"Perfect" Charlie said, "I can move on tomorrow and find something else then. I'll take the room, freshen up and come down for dinner, thank you". 

"Great, please sign here" she said, passing a guest registration book over. 

Charlie completed the details and handed the book back with a credit card. 

"Thank you Charlie" she said, looking at his name in the register and smiling at him, "I am the landlady here, my name is Mary and I hope you have a nice stay and if there is anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask"

"I most certainly will, as I said I will freshen up and come down for some dinner", to which Mary handed the key over and gave him directions to his room.

The room was perfect for his needs, a double bed, chest of drawers with a TV on it with a room off to one side with shower, basin and WC.

He unpacked his bags and ran the shower, washing himself thoroughly. His mind wandered back to what he had seen earlier that afternoon; replaying in slow motion the sight of Barry screwing his wife, cries of ecstasy and the other sounds of coitus as he plunged his member in and out of Jane's soaking wet pussy. The pause, and then the cry as he ejaculated deep into her. 

Meanwhile Charlie was playing with his ever growing erection, pulling the foreskin backwards and forwards until he too got close to ejaculation.....stopping himself just in time as he didn't want to cum while standing in the shower.

He turned the water to cold and got his breathing back under control and stepped out of the shower.

With his erection now under control he laughed to himself about the school boy pressures he and his friends used to put on girls ..."but you must finish me off, I will get blue balls..."

Charlie got dressed and headed to the bar.

Walking into the bar, Mary was serving a couple of guys and looked up and smiled warmly at Charlie and said "Hi Charlie, take a seat. What would you like to drink and I'll bring it over with a menu". Looking around, the pub was fairly empty, so Charlie headed towards a corner table and said, "A pint of lager would be great, thanks!"

Mary soon approached him with a pint and a menu and for the first time he really looked at her. She was mid 30's, about 5 foot 6, blond with blue eyes, a nice figure. She wore tight, but not skin tight, blue jeans and a tee shirt that showed her breasts off well without being tarty. 

Mary put the pint and the menu down "The chef knows how to cook a mean steak that I would recommend" she said "you look like a man who likes his meat" she added.

"I don't know how to answer that" he replied laughing, "but I will take you up on your recommendation and have a medium steak, fries and salad" 

"Wine?" Mary asked. "Yes please" Charlie answered "As I took your recommendation on the food, can you recommend a nice red"

"Ok, we have a nice Merlot, how does that sound? A glass or bottle?" 

Charlie now faced a dilemma as drinking a bottle would not be a problem but would appear to some as greedy and someone with a drink problem. From where he didn't know, but he responded with 

"I will have a bottle if you will help me finish it". 

Without hesitating Mary responded with, "well it's quiet so I would be delighted to join you to finish your bottle after your meal".

Mary then walked back to the bar and Charlie got to see her tightly clad rear which caused an immediate reaction in his groin. Pictures of his wife's rear being pounded by Barry filled his mind again causing more reaction in his groin. He sipped his beer, willing his mind to go onto other subjects when, before he knew it, Mary re-appeared with his meal and wine.

He suddenly realised he was very hungry and after thanking Mary demolished his food, which was every bit as good as Mary had said and savoured his wine, which was also as good as recommended.

As he finished he noticed that the bar had virtually emptied with only a couple over in the far side and him. He looked up to see Mary approaching him with an empty wine glass. She put the glass down on the table and removed the now empty dinner plate, putting it on an adjoining table. 

Charlie poured a glass of wine for her and topped his own up and raised his glass.

"Cheers and thank you" he said, "the pub and the company along with the food and drink are fantastic and just what the doctor ordered".

"Glad to meet your requirements" Mary said; "you must have an interesting doctor to recommend this" she laughed. "What brings you to this sleepy village anyway".

"Oh it's a long story" said Charlie

"So do tell, not pressed for time are you? " Mary replied.

Charlie immediately panicked. What could he say?

"I just needed to get away from the rat race for a few days and decided to head this way, I saw a sign for a place that amused me and then came across this village and the rest you know". 

"Where were you heading?" she asked, lifting the glass very delicately and taking a sip with the tip of her tongue erotically tasting the wine, "which place name amused you"

"Shaftsbury" he answered with an apologetic smile. She looked at him quizzically.

"I know its infantile" he added "but Shaft as in shafting just made me smile"

"What were you thinking of when that crossed your mind" she laughed, "actually you had better not answer that question" she added.

"I told you it was infantile" he said, apologetically

"Well it could have been Cockhaven or Cockingham or Beavers Ridge or gosh, this could go on" she said, her eyes twinkling showing Charlie that she wasn't offended.

"Yes they are funny names" he said.

"So you say you needed to get away, you're not an escaped convict or rapist or someone I shouldn't be sharing a drink with are you?"

"No" he laughed, not a rapist or convict, and I think you are safe to share a drink with me. I'm just a regular guy approaching my mid life crisis who has recently lost his job and is in the process of finishing a boring and unfulfilling marriage who needed some space and hence, hit the road. So tell me about yourself"

Before she had a chance to say anything, the other couple in the pub headed to the bar for a refill. Mary went behind the bar re-filled their glasses and returned to Charlie with another bottle of Merlot, the first having been finished.

Mary told him she was a divorcee who ran the pub basically single handed. She didn't have any children and had lived in the village for 15 years, firstly with her now very ex husband and now on her own, although here sister lived over the road and helped out in the pub on busy evenings. Yes, prejudging his question, she sometimes got lonely but mostly she was happy with her lot. There were two guest rooms, the couple in the bar having the other room, and regular business that enabled her to make a fair if not spectacular living.

"How long have you been divorced?" Charlie asked.

"Oh about five years" she replied. "The marriage was OK, not brilliant, but I sure there were worse out there" the continued. "Then one day I came home to find my husband in bed with my best friend from the tennis club"

"You are kidding right?" Charlie said, interrupting her.

"No, why would I?"

"Well", he paused then continued "the reason I needed to get away today was this afternoon I got home to find my wife in bed with a friend from the tennis club....."

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed "That's spooky"

Charlie's mind wondered as again visions of his wife being taken from behind by Barry filled his thoughts.

He was bought back by a soft touch to his knee. He looked down and saw Marys hand on his knee

"Are you OK? She said quietly.

"Yes sorry, I just had a flashback and saw them in bed together"

"How awful" she said without removing her hand.

"You know what" he replied "I hate to say this and it must sound awful and I hope you are not offended, but in some ways it's really erotic" 

She looked at him strangely,

He continued "The marriage was dying, I didn't love her, she didn't love me but to see the carnal side of a couple screwing, not making love, screwing, was strongly erotic and somehow voyeuristic even though one of the couple was my wife"

"I can't imagine that" she said after thinking for a bit, "but I suppose some people have done that as part of their marriage; swapped partners, had three somes and seen someone else make love to their partner."

"Yes, but this wasn't making love" he said "it was screwing" and lowering his voice "fucking".

At this point the other couple got up from the other side of the bar, bade their goodnights and went off to their room.

"Half a bottle to finish" said Mary, standing up,"let me lock up and I'll be back to finish it...fancy something else as a night cap. Whisky, port?"

"A glass of port would be great, thanks" Charlie replied.

Five minutes later after the clanking of locks, shutting of windows and the turning off of most of the lights the pub was lit by a small light near the table and Mary returned with two glasses of port. 

Emptying the wine bottle between them, Charlie raised his glass and said "Cheers, now where were we?"

They clinked glasses and Mary said, with a broad grin, "We were talking about shagging partners, swapping and three somes".

"Interesting conversation on a first date" Charlie replied, teasingly.

"Oh, so this is a date is it?" Mary said, mockingly offended but smiling broadly. "Or a confessional" Charlie laughed

"You should be on your knees then" Mary retorted, to which Charlie, with much wine, and therefore bravado on board, got on his knees in front of Mary and placed both hands on her jean clad upper thighs.

She playfully slapped his arm "get up you silly sod".

Charlie regained his seat and took a sip from his port. "Wow, that's good" he exclaimed. "Three for three, I did pick a good pub". She looked at him quizzically.

"You recommended the steak, the wine and the port, all brilliant...and by the way, where's the chef?"

"Oh he left ages ago, you are all alone with me, are you worried?" Before he answered she leant across and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "And thank you for saying nice things about my pub".

"I should have added of course the company is excellent too" he said.

She leant across and kissed him again, lingering a bit this time.

"That was nice" he said, somewhat embarrassed as the groin reaction was starting again.

"Good, I liked it too" she replied, also looking embarrassed.

Both were reflective and quiet, taking small sips from their port, not knowing what to do or say next and neither wanting to break the spell that seemed to have descended.

Charlie broke the silence. "Do you always spend the evenings with losers who ask you to share a bottle of wine with them?"

"No" Mary laughed "and you are not a loser. I don't know what it was but I felt something as soon as I saw you and really appreciated your request to join you. Very often it's just the old soaks propping up the bar that I have for company, so I have really enjoyed tonight, thank you." Mary drained her glass and continued, "I am going to bed now. You seem very special; I am sorry what you have been through today. You don't deserve it. Sleep tight"




Mid Life Crisis Book 01



She leant across and gave Charlie another chaste kiss on the lips and went upstairs. 

Charlie drained his glass, went up to his room, brushed his teeth and went to bed, his mind now running two movies, the one with his wife being screwed by Barry and one with him making love with Mary........

Chapter 3

Charlie could not get to sleep. Once again as the thoughts of the afternoon's sights and his imagination of Mary took hold, blood flowed to his penis and an erection started to form.

He imagined what Mary's full breasts looked and felt like. He remembered his wife's, not so full but very sensitive nipples that she used to love having sucked; god that was so long ago!

He wondered what Mary's pussy looked like. Did she shave? How big was her clit? His wife's was very small but sensitive and did like being licked and her pussy fingered.

His thoughts saw him putting one, then two then three fingers inside Mary. Just like he had done to his wife. 

All the time he was gently stroking his ever growing penis. Pulling and pushing the foreskin, being helped by gentle lubrication. 

Would Mary like going down on him, would she let him finish in her mouth?

Would she swallow or spit?......at that point he passed the point of no return and sperm erupted from the end of his cock, covering his belly and shooting as far as his chest.

He wiped himself up and tried to sleep...........

Meanwhile in a room a few doors along, Mary was having similar thoughts about Charlie. Unable to sleep she was teasing her nipples with one hand while the other was playing in her furry mound, alternating between stroking her clit and putting her index finger inside her, trying to find her G spot. She was getting wetter and wetter and more and more turned on as she was imaging Charlie licking her, fingering her, circling her anus with a wet finger before just easing it in......finally turning her over and ramming his rock hard cock inside her from behind. As she imagined him entering her she came, trying to keep quiet, knowing the walls were very thin and noise travelled.

As she calmed down, she licked her fingers, amazed at the strength of her orgasm and hoping she would eventually get to sleep.

Mary had a fitful sleep and gave up at about 5.00am, showering, dressing and going downstairs to make a cup of coffee. She looked on the internet to see what was going on in the big wide world and to check her emails. Breakfast was from 7.30 to 9.30 which she would cook as and when the guests came down for it.

Nothing of note was happening in the outside world that impacted her; a handful of emails from friends; the usual jokes, a few Viagra or Penis enhancement offers and one from someone she didn't recognize.

Sorry for late advice, we had booked a room for 4 nights from tomorrow but will no longer be able to travel due to a death in the family. Apologies again and please let us know if we owe you anything due to late cancellation

Regards

Fred and Joan Smith

Whereas in the past she would have been disappointed, as she would, under the circumstances, never have considered charging the couple and accepted a loss of money, she immediately remembered that Charlie had wanted a couple of nights and he had said he would move on....maybe she could now persuade him to stay longer.

Just before 7.30am she saw Charlie appear in the bar and she rose from her office chair to greet him.

"Hi Charlie, you're an early bird, did you sleep well?"

"Not bad" he replied, "comfy bed and quiet but had a lot on my mind"

"Me too" she said, and then a silence hung in the air.

"So what would you like?" she asked

"Where there is a loaded question?" he said with a glint in his eye and a smile to try and lighten the atmosphere.

"Well at this time of day I normally do breakfast" she responded, with a saucy smile.

"Then breakfast it shall be. Given your success last night, in eh recommending things...." He paused before continuing..."what do you suggest...for breakfast" he winked.

"Well Mr Flirty pants" she smiled, "OJ, coffee, toast, full English and a newspaper...how is that?"

"Ok, but skip the newspaper, you come and join me instead. Much better talking than reading".

"You drive a hard bargain Charlie" she sighed, "but OK". Laughing as she walked off to the kitchen.

Charlie sat at the same table as the previous night and a short while later Mary appeared with OJ and coffee.

"Oh by the way" she said, "the couple who had booked your room have cancelled so you are more than welcome to stay longer if your plans allow and you would like to"

"Great, my plans are totally flexible and I would love to, what's it worth?"

"What do you mean, what's it worth?" she asked "are you being cheeky? She said with a smile.

"Well, I thought maybe I could be incentivised with something...." 

"You'll get a bed, a breakfast and what else would you like" she teased.

"Well maybe a kiss from the landlady..."

She gave him a quick peck, happy now? You are so demanding......"she teased, "now let me get on with breakfast"

A few minutes later Mary reappeared with two steaming plates of breakfast. "So was my incentive good enough? Will you be staying?" she asked.

"It was a good start" he replied looking deep into her eyes to see if the flirting, (something he hadn't done for two decades!) was working. He remembered her comment from last night about him being special.....

"Mary, sorry I am teasing you; I would love to stay longer..."

""Good, so what are you going to do today, the weather is supposed to be good"

"I don't know, not even sure where I am, any recommendations. I don't suppose you could spend some time with me?"

She sighed..."one of the problems with running a pub is the lack of time off...sorry, but as much as I would like to I really cant get away today. My sister is helping tonight but wont be here until 6.30pm and Saturday night normally needs both of us...we open from noon and I have a delivery due this morning that I have to be here for so I cant even get away this morning."

"Understood and I will therefore amuse myself during the day and prop up the bar tonight looking to you to wait on me hand and foot" he cheekily replied.

"In your dreams..."

"Oh god I'd hoped you didn't know about my dreams" he said in mock horror.

"Behave...."

Before he could respond the other couple appeared in the bar, ready for their breakfast. 'Good mornings' were exchanged and they again took a table on the far side of the bar. Mary and Charlie looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and passed an unspoken word of disappointment that their privacy had been interrupted.

With breakfast finished, Mary cleared the dishes away and Michael returned to his room, picked up his camera gear and headed back to the bar.

"See you later" he shouted at Mary, who was busy at work in her office.

She came out of the office, "take care and have a good day, what are you going to do?"

"The train spotter side of my character is photography" he smiled, "so", patting his camera bag "I will go out into the country and see what I can shoot"

"Ok, enjoy and don't do anything I wouldn't...."

"Does that leave me much scope?" he asked

She playfully slapped him on the arm ......"get on with you, see you later!"

"Bye!"

"Bye"

Charlie unlocked his car, placed his camera on the passenger seat and got the map out. Seeing a big natural park a few miles away he drove off in that direction.

He eventually parked up and walked into the park ready to see what inspiration he could gather to start taking pictures. Unfortunately his mind would not move on from Mary. The flirtatious conversation, the playful slap on the arm, the ease in which they communicated. The erotic thoughts from last night that enabled him to masturbate. He wasn't dreaming it was he? She had said the previous night she found him special. They weren't love struck teenagers. They were mature consenting adults. Could he push it? Should he push it? At no time were his thoughts about his wife. The vision of yesterdays interrupted activity was diminishing, being replaced by visions of Mary.......

Before he knew it, it was nearly lunchtime. He had taken a few pictures but none that he expected to finally survive the delete button....

Heading back to his car, he drove further a-field and came across a small pub that he stopped at for a ploughman's lunch and a pint...feeling as though he was being disloyal to Mary as he was giving money to another landlady!

After an afternoon drive, driving aimlessly around with no real plan, and taking another handful of pictures, Charlie headed back to Mary's pub, his current bolthole.

"Hello Mr Photographer" Mary cheerily greeted him as he walked into the bar "Successful day?

Charlie looked around the bar, there were about a dozen people scattered around, "not bad" he replied, "had better days but had a lot worse" he laughed. "Was a bit short of inspiration and a model" he added. 

Mary then assumed a cheesy pose. "How about this?" she said. 

"Now we're talking "he said pretending to get his camera out.

She dropped the pose and laughed..."Another one of your dreams Charlie?"

"Could be" he replied, looking her straight in the eye.

I'm just going to freshen up and be down for a pint and look forward to be waited on...." He continued, walking out of the bar before she could reply, hoping not too many of the people in the bar heard their exchange.

Charlie showered and changed and headed back to the bar. There were still about a dozen people scattered around the comfortable pub, and a few seats free at the bar. He chose one of the seats and Mary smiled warmly as she approached him, "So what will it be? "She asked.

"Let's start with a pint of your finest lager please"

"Your wish is my command" she replied

"You had better be careful saying that" he laughingly responded.

"Someone giving my sister a hard time?" a voice from the office bellowed, shortly followed by a virtual clone of Mary appearing behind the bar. "Hi, I'm Catherine, Mary's twin sister; you must be the infamous Charlie?"

"I am, and pleased to meet you" said Charlie...."should I be worried by the infamous tag?" he asked. 

"Well she has talked a lot about you" replied Catherine..."and most of it was good!"

"Oh listen to you" interrupted Mary, bringing Charlie's pint to him.

"Can I buy you two lovely ladies a drink?" asked Charlie.

"I see what you mean" said Catherine looking and winking at Mary..."and yes I will have a glass of white wine"

"Me too" added Mary.

The pub gradually emptied and refilled over the next hour, the two sisters keeping the punters served and happy and engaging in good natured banter with Charlie. 

"Are you having dinner here Charlie" asked Mary.

"Yes please, will you join me or will I have to wait for you to help me finish the wine.....again?"

"I'm sorry" answered Mary, "I can't leave Catherine on her own" 

"Who bloody said so?" interjected Catherine, "it's not so busy I can run the bar for a bit on my own, you have dinner with the man!"

"So that's sorted then" said a smiling Charlie.

Catherine gave Charlie the menu, he selected the Dover Sole. Mary said she would have the Sea Bass and Charlie asked her to choose the wine.

Ten minutes later Charlie and Mary were sitting at 'their' table laughing and joking as if they had known one another for years, totally oblivious of what was going on elsewhere in the pub.

Mary was giving him a good natured ribbing about his photography and the train spotter connection, Charlie retorted that she should have been in the pictures to make them better, her response being that he should have asked her!

Back and forth they bantered, finishing the wine and food.

Catherine came over with another bottle of chilled Sancerre and removed their plates.

"Mary, the chef has gone, the only other people in the bar are that couple in the far corner, I'll be off now. OK?"

"Yes of course and thanks Catherine" said Mary.

"Yes thanks Catherine and great to meet you" added Charlie standing up and giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Likewise Charlie, hope to see you again" 

A pregnant pause ensued, neither Mary nor Charlie knowing what to say. The silence was broken by the other couple saying their farewells as they retired for the night.

"So here we are again" said Charlie.....

"Yes, let me close up ......." Mary went off; locking up, shutting windows and turning off lights.

Charlie re-filled their glasses and felt like an awkward adolescent. Wanting to take the next stage, wanting to take Mary in his arms, wanting to cover her in kisses, wanting to take her upstairs........

"Penny for them" Mary said interrupting Charlie's thoughts.

"Oh, you will need a lot more than a penny "he jokingly replied.

She sat next to him, their thighs touching as she reached across to take the refilled glass. 

"Your sister is nice" said Charlie breaking the silence "not as nice as you of course" he added with a smile.

"You old smoothie, but thanks" she replied. "She is a good friend too and we share many things, good and bad. She helped me get this pub sorted after my divorce and helps out on evenings and when we are particularly busy. She is single, cant find a good man..." she laughed. "She likes you by the way, so clearly has good taste as well as being my sister".

"Wow I am touched".

"You'd like to be....." Mary said laughingly.

"Well it depends where and how" Charlie replied regretting the instance the words left his mouth.

"So tell me"

"Tell you what?" 

Tell me how and where you would like to be touched" Mary asked.

"I'd be embarrassed" Charlie said, reaching over to his glass and taking a sip.

"No, tell me. I don't want you to be embarrassed, tell me. It would be a turn on"

"Really"

"Yes, really"

"You want me to tell you where and how I would like to be touched?"

"Yes"

Pausing and not knowing how to whether he should start, Charlie looked at Mary.

"Well I would like to be touched in the obvious places, not too hard, not to soft. Gently. Stroking."

Mary's hand started caressing Charlie's leg just above the knee.

"Go on" she said.

"It's really hard" Charlie said.

"What is?" 

"Talking like this"

"I was hoping you were talking about your manhood" 

"Well that is getting there" Charlie replied.

Mary's hand crept up his thigh.

"Carry on talking" Mary huskily whispered. "You are making me very wet".

"I would like my balls cupped and caressed" and taking a deep swallow he continued "and my foreskin gently pulled backwards and forwards".

Mary leant into him and gently kissed him, theirs mouths opened and their tongues danced. Charlie put his arms around her and held her tightly to him, their mouths opening wider as they explored each others tongues. Breaking the kiss Mary stood up; "That was nice, you are a great kisser, let's go up stairs..."

Chapter 4

Charlie and Mary climbed the stairs in silence, hand in hand.

Mary led them towards her room. 

Leading him into the room and shutting the door, she put her arms around Charlie's neck and leant in and kissed him passionately, their tongues deep in each others mouths, neither wanting to break the union.

Her hands went under his shirt and stroked his back as he moaned deep into her.

She pulled away and lifted his shirt over his head, stroking and then licking his erect nipples.

Charlie lifted her head and resumed the French kissing, caressing her breasts over her blouse, feeling her nipples getting harder.

It was his turn to pull away, starting to undo the buttons of her blouse, exposing her lacy bra. Noticing the clip at the front her undid the bra and slipped both the bra and blouse off her.

Mary led Charlie to the bed where they resumed their kissing, Charlie teasing and stroking her erect nipples, feeling her getting more and more excited and moaning with anticipation.

With both nipples hard as little rocks he let his hand travel down her body, slowly stroking as it crossed her flat stomach towards her waist. She leant in more, willing him to explore her. He found the button at the top of her jeans and undid it, then slid the zip down, his finger followed and he felt the sheer lace panties and the heat from within. She moaned again.

"Charlie, I want you, I need you, but I am not on the pill and don't have any condoms"

He went back to kissing her as his finger danced over her knickers feeling her pubic hair beneath the thin fabric.

"I have had the snip" he said pulling away, "it will be ok"

They resumed kissing as he tried to remove her jeans. Seeing him requiring some help, she kicked them off, leaving herself naked apart from the knickers. He explored inside them with his hand, kissing her deeply as she opened her legs as he made his way down, and down, opening her up, feeling her wetness and erect clit.

He pulled his hand away and stopped kissing her, moving down to lick and suck her nipples, circling her pussy through her knickers. He licked lower and lower until he came to the hem of the now soaking knickers which he removed, exposing all of her to his lustful gaze. Her furry mound was slick with her juices, her pussy wide open from the attention it had already received as he lowered his mouth and licked her erect clit, lowering again and putting his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with his tongue as she rhythmically moved as the sensations increased. Moving upwards he gently licked her clit and carefully put his middle finger inside her, then two fingers and as she opened up and pressed down on him, a third finger. The licking became more urgent; she tightened her pussy around his exploring fingers as both knew she was approaching orgasm. "I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming Oh Gooooooooooooood!"

Her entire body went into spasm, her pussy clenched on his three fingers and she pushed him away from her super sensitive clit as the orgasm took hold.

As she regained control, he slowly removed his fingers and stroked her as he held her tightly, feeling her breathing get back to normal and her heartbeat slow down.

"Charlie that was wonderful" she whispered.

She held him tightly and kissed him passionately, then started stroking his chest, stomach and undid his jeans. Laughingly, they both removed them before she started stroking his erect member through his boxers.

She soon removed them and stroked him and cupped his balls..."this was where and how you wanted to be touched wasn't it?" She whispered.

He could hardly speak but grunted yes as she licked the end of his member, gradually taking more and more into her mouth while she continued to cup and play with his balls. She sucked and moved up and down up, Charlie moaning with the sensations. 

She stopped sucking and said, "Charlie, fuck me, don't make love to me, fuck me"

She lay on her back and opened her legs, lewdly opening herself up to him with her fingers. Needing no further direction Charlie lay between her legs and guided his prick towards her soaking wet pussy. She removed his hand from his prick and guided it into her pussy, experiencing a mini orgasm as he entered her.

"Yes, fuck me" she said, "now, don't hold back, and don't think of me, fuck me and think of yourself" she commanded.

Charlie started thrusting slowly then faster. She clamped her legs around his waist to let him enter her up to the hilt. Faster and faster he went, he knew he couldn't stop and was nearing his peak.

"I'm cumming" she said through gritted teeth, "cum inside me Charlie, I want you".

"Oh God" he uttered and flooded her insides at exactly the same time as she too came, holding him tightly, squeezing her legs around his waist and gripping his exploding cock in her pussy.




Mid Life Crisis Book 01



As their breathing resumed normality they unwound themselves as his softening prick came out of her pussy. They both lay on their backs, holding hands, still breathing heavily. Silence.

"Charlie" that was wonderful. "I don't know what else to say" as she leant over and kissed him.

"It just felt so right to do it tonight"

"It did" replied Charlie, taking her hand in his.

"You know when you asked me to tell you where and how I wanted to be touched?

"Yes" she replied

"I have never done that before, spoken about that type of stuff. It was a bit embarrassing but a real turn on"

"It was for me too" Mary replied. I have never done anything like that before and it was a kind of fantasy....so thank you" she laughed.

"Fantasies are good when they work out" Charlie continued. I have never lived any of mine,"

"So what are yours, do tell..." She implored snuggling up close.

"You may be shocked" he joked.

"Maybe, maybe not"

"I may be embarrassed, they may be embarrassing"

"Maybe, maybe not"

"Oh I am not sure I could" he said

"Oh please, I would really like to know, talking about stuff like this has been a fantasy of mine and it really did turn me on downstairs. I'll tell you what if you tell me yours I will tell you mine. Deal?"

"Ok" he said after a short pause. But still not really sure.

"Well go on then Charlie" she nagged. "Actually I will guess one of them"

"Go on then"

"It must be a favourite of a lot of men. You would like a 3 some"

"Well guessed" he said. It's true. Never done it and don't ever expect to.

"Don't say that, you never know" Mary replied. "And another one"

"I've always wanted to see a girl play with herself and make herself cum"

"Ok" she said, "Next"

"Play with toys.."

"Next"

"Eh no delicate way of saying this...anal"

"Right, ok. Next"

"Blimey, I think that's it. Oh yes, only ever happened a couple of times in my life. To get a BJ and finish in the mouth"

"Ok, still not shocked. Anymore?"

"Not that I can think of, tell me yours"

"Threesome too, but two guys as well as two girls. I bet yours was two girls"

"Actually no, it was both. Next"

Mary hesitated. "I would like to be blindfolded and tied up...not a rape scene, not S&M but just tied up and blindfolded"

"OK, interesting. Next"

"Also toys. Did a bit in my younger days but do more."

"Next"

"I'd like some dirty pictures taken of me. Really dirty."

"Ok, next"

"I want to see another couple have sex. I wont take part; maybe play with myself, but would watch another couple and an extra turn on would be if the man was my partner and it was done with my permission,"

"A bit like a three some but you just watching?"

"Yes, that's it"

"Anymore?" Charlie asked, noticing that Mary was getting more and more fidgety, maybe getting turned on and his erection was re-appearing through this talk.

"I don't think so; make some suggestions"

"Phone Sex?"

"No"

"Cyber Sex?"

"No, don't think so"

"Animals?"

"Oh god no!"

"Orgy?"

"No, don't think so, threesome enough" she laughed.

"Outdoor sex"

"Emmm, maybe..."

"Going commando"....

"Mmmmm"

"And letting others see?"

"Maybe...you are getting kinky now " she said with a warm smile.

She reached down to his prick, noticing it was getting harder. "Nice?" she enquired as she stroked it.

"Yes, very. ..... I know" he said, "body massage with oils?"

"Oh yes, nice, that sounds good. Never had that" she replied, stroking a bit harder.

"My imagination has dried up" he said, but that's some list."

"Are you sure there are no more for you?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so"

She untwined herself from him and moved down his body, until her lips were close to the end of his rock hard prick that she continued to stroke.

Slowly taking him in her mouth she sucked the end and teased him with her tongue, taking him out of her mouth she asked; "deep throat?"

"I suppose so, hadn't thought about that" he replied his voice very shaky as she took him back into her mouth and took him right to the back of her throat, deep throating him.

"Oh my god" he exclaimed.

Sliding her lips back up his wet and hard cock she let it slip again.

"What about dressing up" she said stroking his cock, "French maids and all that"

"No not really" he said as she again deep throated him.

She again let his cock free from her warm and wet mouth, but continued to stroke, massaging the underside and stroking his balls.

"What about anal for you? Having a tongue or a toy or even another prick in your arse?"

"Hadn't thought about that, don't know about another prick, but a tongue or finger or a toy maybe" he replied as she again took him in her mouth. Not so deep but sucking, making the most erotic noises and turning him on.

"What's your favourite position? She asked as she resumed stroking.

"Gosh, doggy, girl on top I guess" he replied. "Yours?"

She gave him a quick suck and replied. "Same, but I still like the missionary too. Any you don't like?"

"No" he laughed "I was grateful for any"

"Me too" she laughed, "Now lie back and enjoy"

She then really started to get to work on him, sucking him long and hard, deep throating him, stroking him with her hands, supping his balls. It was driving him crazy. The tingling in the balls started and he said "I am not going to last, I am going to cum!"

She didn't stop but her actions got even more pronounced as he cried out "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeees!" and erupted into her willing mouth. She tried to swallow all of his jism but some trickled out the side of her mouth. She gently let his deflating prick out of her mouth and used her finger to mop up the sperm that had dribbled down the side of her mouth. Swallowing the last drop she looked at him straight in the eye, "Nice, you taste nice. Did you enjoy it as much as I did?"

"What do you think" he said reaching out and giving her a cuddle.

They soon fell asleep in each others arms, satisfied and content and totally unaware what was going to happen next, and when.

Charlie woke up to the most fantastic feelings, his prick was erect, and in a warm and wet mouth that was sucking him very gently. Mary noticed him stir and smiled at him as she stroked him to even more hardness..."Good morning, I thought you may like to wake up like this.." she returned to sucking him. "Straddle me" he commanded, "let's do a 69"

Without any further bidding her wet pussy was over his mouth and he went to work on her with his tongue while she continued to suck him in the most exquisite way.

Using a finger her wet it and moved up to circle her anus while licking her protruding clit. Sensing no reluctance he gently pushed and entered with just the tip. She forced herself down on his digit as he continued to lick the clit and she sucked him, the tingling in his balls beginning to start. The wetness from her pussy became a torrent as she pushed harder on his digit until half was in her anus. Then just before he came, she pushed even further until his entire finger was in her bum and she came, her cries muffled by the exploding cock in her mouth.

Again, they regained their composure and got their breaths back.

"Good morning again" Mary smiled.

"Good morning again, a hell of a way to wake up, I could get used to it...." 

He let that hang.

"So could I"

Silence.

"Right, I have to get up and prepare breakfast, come down when you're ready." Mary jumped out of her bed and into the shower before Charlie could take a good look at her.

She emerged and dressed and gave him a peck on the cheek before going downstairs.

He thought how he could get to his room undetected by the other guests and decided to get dressed in yesterday's clothes and then shower and re-dress in his room. He got away with it, just, as he heard the others go down to breakfast as he shut his door.

Showered and changed he went downstairs as the others bid him good morning as they were finishing their breakfast.

Mary joined him for breakfast, neither speaking. "Any regrets?" she asked. "About last night and this morning"

"God no" he replied. "I don't know what to say. It's been wonderful and fantastic and I have had pleasures and experiences I haven't had before".

"Me too....and it doesn't have to be past tense or over. You can stay as long as you like. It doesn't seem you have anything to go back for. You could even work here. Think about it"

"Really?" 

"Yes, I mean it."

"Ok, I will, stay and think about it" he laughed.

"Think about what"

"Shagging you" as he leant over to kiss her. "No seriously staying here and helping out".

"Good, in the meantime, let's get the washing up done and go for a walk before we have to open up at noon."

Chapter 5

Charlie and Mary walked hand in hand, deep in thought through the nearby woods. Neither wanting to break the silence. Eventually Charlie stopped and turned Mary towards him. Holding her hands, he asked.

"Were you really serious about me staying and helping out?"

"Yes, I wouldn't have said it otherwise. Why?"

"Well I was thinking. I could go home this afternoon and pick up some more clothes and so on and be back later this evening. As you say I have nothing really to go back to and we could see how it goes. What do you think?"

"I think it's a wonderful idea. Let's do it". She leant forward and hugged him and kissed him.

"Steady" he said. "I need to rebuild my energy. I'm not as young as I used to be. Twice last night and once this morning..."

"Ok old man" she joked. Save it up for tonight. 

They walked back to the pub in time for opening time. He kissed her good bye and headed home; nearly 100% sure he was doing the right thing but certain whatever came out of this he would enjoy most of it.

It being Sunday, the roads were clear and he soon got back to his house. It was empty and looked unloved. He looked around and it appeared Jane had done as she had been told. She had gone; the wardrobes and the bathroom had no hint of her existence. There was a note on the dining room table saying that she had gone to her Mothers and to please get in touch. He ripped it up.

Charlie emptied his wardrobes in a suitcase; picked up his lap top and a few other possessions and was out of the house within half an hour of returning, heading back to Mary and her pub and who knows what.

On the road to Mary's the traffic had built up and Charlie was deep in thought, replaying the last 48 hours, in particular the conversation he and Mary had had last night about fantasies. Never in his dreams would he have expected to have shared them with anyone, least of all a woman he had only just met; but everything was different with Mary. He imagined her tied up; he imagined her in a three some. He imagined her with toys in all her orifices. He was getting another hard on. He imagined her posing for photographs. He imagined her playing with herself in front of him. He had better concentrate on the road he thought.......

He pulled up outside the pub at about 6.30. The pub was busy, busier than he had seen before. He had left his stuff in his car. Whose room should he put it in? Best leave it for now he thought. He saw Catherine was behind the bar along with Mary. Both smiled as he entered. "You look like you need a drink" Catherine said. "Lager?"

"Yes please."

Mary leant over the bar and gave him a peck on the cheek, "welcome back, where is you stuff?"

"In the car"

"Bring it in. Put what you can in my room, its unlocked, put the rest in the room you were using" dropping to a whisper "not that you will be sleeping in there again...."

"I heard that" said Catherine smiling. 

After finishing his beer, Charlie retrieved his bags from the car and unpacked as Mary had suggested. Realizing he had not eaten since breakfast, he went down to the bar that was really busy now. 

He managed to catch Mary's attention and ordered a Roast, it was Sunday after all and, and a bottle of red.

He managed to get a table, not 'his usual' and saw Mary and Catherine rushing behind the bar, pulling pints, mixing shorts, filling wine glasses and taking food orders. He could not believe what the last 48 hours had done to him. He felt like a new man; happier, more content and with a purpose for once.

His dreaming was interrupted by a chaste kiss and his drink. "Service with a smile" Mary said with just a hint of innuendo.

Charlie sipped his wine and immediately felt light headed, the price of drinking on an empty stomach!

His dinner soon arrived and he felt much better as he eat every last mouthful. 

Feeling part of the furniture now, he took his empty plate through to the kitchen and asked the chef, who he met for the first time, where to put it. The chef could cook a great meal, but his command of the English language left something to be desired, Polish being his native tongue. Charlie left the plate on the side with a shrug of his shoulders.

The bar was still busy but had emptied from earlier, so Charlie leisurely finished his wine, observing the comings and goings of a country pub with smug satisfaction that this could well be part of his future.

Feeling very tired, and with Mary and Catherine still working to keep the customers drinks filled, he decided to go to bed, catching Mary's eye and using hand signals telling her where he was going.

He showered and got into bed, and before he knew it was fast asleep.

Mary and Catherine got the final customer out of the door, just after 11.15pm. Catherine headed home, while Mary locked up and went upstairs. She quietly entered her room, to see and hear a sleeping Charlie. She stopped and looked at the person now sharing her bed and reflected on the last few days.

She had had good and bad lovers in the past. She had always enjoyed sex, but had never talked about it. Had never wished to discuss fantasies or even thought of pushing some of the boundaries, but she had never been as opened or relaxed as she had with Charlie, who was still really a stranger! What was going on? Was their relationship going to be a sexual fling or was there more.....

Charlie stirred and opened his eyes..."hello, sorry but I just crashed out"

"Don't apologize, its OK, it has been a hell of a few days....."

Charlie yawned. "You're not kidding!"

"Let me have a quick shower and I will sooth you tired head"

"Want me to rub your back" enquired Charlie

"Nice thought, but not tonight....but I will hold you to that" she winked.

Charlie had to fight to keep awake while he heard Mary shower, even though he imagined the water flowing over her body, and a semi hard on started to form, tiredness was trying to overcome him.

"Hey, you want to sleep?" Mary said returning from the shower, "its Ok.."

She got under the duvet and snuggled up to Charlie, enjoying his male scent and warmth. "God you turn me on" she said sighing contently.

"Do I, how much?" Charlie said stifling a yawn but smiling like a contented cat nevertheless.

"Feel me....".

Charlie let his hands graze across her breasts and felt her hard nipples. Going lower, his fingers explored her hairy pussy, feeling the heat and wetness.

"That's sooooooo nice" she said as he put a finger deep inside her.

"Here let me do something" she said as she removed his finger and sat bolt upright.

"You're too tired for a proper session, but you can fulfil one of your fantasies...."

Charlie looked at her quizzically as she got out from under the duvet and went to the opposite end of the bed. She sat with her legs apart and bent at the knee, giving Charlie a spectacular view of her pussy. She slowly put her finger in her mouth, sucking on it before dropping it and putting it inside her then stroked her clit and back inside her. All the while she was looking Charlie right in the eye. "Like what you see?....I like doing it....but I cant believe I am doing this for you" 

Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as her fingers played in and around her wet pussy.

"God that looks fantastic" Charlie said, throwing the duvet away and stroking his hard prick.

"Yes, stroke it for me" Mary said, her fingers moving faster and faster. "Cum for me"

All hints of tiredness had gone as the room filled with the sound of lust. Charlie was stroking faster and faster.

"I'm cumming" cried Mary, with two fingers deep inside herself and the index finger of the other hand stroking her hard clit.

"So am I" cried Charlie.

"On my tits, cum on my tits" Mary implored moving down the bed and positioning her breasts over Charlie's cock.

Pre cum was copious and then with a grunt, Charlie covered her tits with bursts of hot cum.

"Oh god, that was good" he sighed.

They cleaned themselves up and after snuggling in a cuddle for a few minutes both fell fast asleep.

Charlie woke first and saw Mary's naked body on top of the duvet, breathing peacefully. Frightened of disturbing her, her carefully and quietly got out of bed and showered and dressed.

"Nice try Mister, where is my wake up kiss" he heard as he tried to quietly open the door.

"Damn, I thought I got away with it" he said returning to the bed, smiling at her.

"No chance" she said as she raised herself up to receive his kiss.

"No guests today, the other couple left earlier for a day trip and didn't want a breakfast, so just you and I.....but I really need to get up before you have any other ideas" she said, jumping out of bed. "I would love to spend a few hours between the sheets with you but the pub wont clean itself, maybe we can make up for lost time tonight......"

"Lost time!" he exclaimed. "Now we're talking! I'll start breakfast".

As Mary showered and dressed, Charlie explored the kitchen and started to make breakfast.

"Smells good" Mary said as she entered the kitchen. "You are hired"

"Depends on the terms and conditions" he replied. 

"How about free bed and board and sex with the landlady at least once a day"

"Not bad, twice would be better"

"OK, you drive a hard bargain" 

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Deal"

After breakfast, Charlie helped Mary clean the pub, started to tidy the garden and mow the lawn. Before he knew it the first customers of the day arrived. 

Lunch was a pint and a sandwich between further tasks and then, again, before he knew it was 6.00pm and Catherine arrived.

"I didn't expect to see you tonight" exclaimed Mary, "It's Monday, normally as dead as a do-do"

"I know" that's why I thought I would come in so you and Charlie can go out, Try and be a proper couple. Now go and get changed and Charlie, take her somewhere nice, and as you don't know the area, I will tell you where somewhere nice is while she gets ready."

"Are you sure, Sis?"

"Yes, now get your glad rags on....."

Mary disappeared upstairs to shower and change while Catherine told Charlie of a nice country restaurant she knew Mary liked.

Mary returned looking wonderful; an above the knee dress and freshly blow dried hair and a light application of makeup.

"Wow" exclaimed Charlie, just stopping himself doing a wolf whistle. "Let me get myself ready and let's go."

A quick shower, dressed in shirt and chinos and a splash of aftershave and he appeared alongside Mary.

"Great looking couple" Catherine sighed ..."Now get out!"

"As they walked to Charlie's car, Charlie grabbed Mary and turned her to him, kissing her and saying "you look good enough to eat."

"Good, I look forward to it "she replied raising her eye brows. "I seem to recall it is something you do rather well and I am getting wet thinking about it....but let's first eat in the restaurant I believe you have been told about ...."

He opened the door for her and as she sat in the seat, he was sure, not 100%, but fairly sure he got a flash of her naked pussy as the dress rode up....he immediately tried to control the erection that was starting to form......




Mid Life Crisis Book 02



Charlie headed 'home', sure he was doing the right thing, but aware his head was full of the hedonistic life he had experienced over the last week.

He had escaped from a boring humdrum marriage after finding his wife in bed with a friend. He found a pub where he spent the next week living fantasies with the landlady, her sister and other guests. He had fulfilled virtually all his sexual fantasies in a matter of days; further more he had witnessed things he couldn't have imagined a week or so ago; - a man being tied up and anally raped with a vibrator, sisters making love, explicit pornographic photography. What had happened to his life?

But, he had enjoyed it. The sex, the company, the experimentation and above all the closeness and intimacy which he didn't believe could co-exist with a hedonistic life style.

As he turned the corner to his house, he wondered what the next instalment of his life would bring.

The house was, as expected, empty. There appeared to be no evidence that his wife had returned.

The note he had screwed up, telling him that she had gone to her mother and asking him to call her was still in the bin.

The fridge still had some beers in it. Looking at his watch, it was after 12 somewhere; he opened a beer and sat down. What should he do? He mentally started a 'to do note'.

Divorce wife

Sell house

Find somewhere else to live

Find a job

He laughed to himself with the last two; he had only this morning left somewhere that could have ticked those two. His thoughts flashed back to Mary. Why had he thought he should leave? She did say I could come back didn't she?

He went to the bin and retrieved the scrap of paper. Yes; it said his wife was at her Mums.

OK let's start the process.

Finding the phone number, he phoned his Mother--in--Law.

He never had the closest relationship with her; sufferance by both parties was the term that sprang to mind.

"Hi, can I speak to the slag that I believe is still my wife," he smiled

"Charlie, please there is no need for that; let me get my daughter."

"Hello?" a timid female voice appeared on the phone.

"Hi," Charlie was going to take charge. "Just thought you should be aware I will be seeing a solicitor this afternoon to start divorce proceedings and then I will be going to an estate agent to put the house on the market."

"But, Charlie."

"Listen to me."

"But Charlie, wont you let me say something?"

"Why?"

"I need to explain."

"What? Why you were shagging our friend, how you were shagging, when you were shagging?"

"No, but we need to talk."

"Ok, go ahead."

"Not over the phone. Can I come over?" she pleaded.

"Tomorrow, 7.00pm" he snarled, "but I am still going to the solicitor and estate agent."

The afternoon was spent as he had said. The solicitor saying it would be quick and relatively painless as there was no dispute as to what happened and there were no children under 18 to take into consideration.

Things with the estate agent were not so good with them preaching to the converted about credit squeezes and slumps and recessions. The bottom line being that he would probably have trouble selling the house.

On his way back home, he stopped off at the local DVD rental store and picked up two hard core porn movies for his evenings entertainment.

A couple of bottles of wine, a take away pizza to be delivered and he was set.

With nearly one bottle of wine finished, the pizza demolished and three quarters of the first film watched, Charlie was fighting to keep awake.

The film was boredom personified. When he couldn't watch these films he wanted to, now he could, he was amazed at the crassness and the boredom of seeing some guy screwing for 15 minutes and not cumming; or was it his male insecurity about staying power again. He cheered himself up thinking about the last week; there had been no complaints there. 

He smiled to himself as the picture on the screen showed two women in a '69' and a guy screwing one from behind; done that and have the pictures to prove it he thought.

He wondered if he had a little play, would it make him feel better; but there was hardly any interest from the man below; he could hardly get an erection.

Fed up and tired, he turned everything off, leaving the second film unwatched. He went to bed, but his mind would not switch off and it was still going back to the last week and the sharing of a bed with someone that cared for him; physically and emotionally. The stirrings of an erection started. He stroked himself, his mind replaying the lustful moments he had enjoyed with Mary, Catherine, Sam and even Clive. Eventually he reached a less than satisfactory hardness, stroking himself to a weak and pathetic orgasm.

Falling asleep, he again questioned why he had come home.

Waking up late, he showered and dressed and started to clean the house from top to bottom. If he were lucky enough to get some interest, it might as well look OK.

Snacking during the day, he remembered his wife was due over at 7.00, grabbing a ready meal out of the freezer, he ate that, had a beer and cleared away before 6.45.

At exactly 7.00 the doorbell rang. Charlie opened the door; Jane was standing there, looking sheepish and unsure what to expect in a way of greeting from her husband.

He silently held the door open and gestured her in. He had decided he would be civil and not rant and rave. While there was still a bit of a voyeuristic part of him that wanted to know about Jane and Barry, he would rather she co-operated and made the divorce and house sale easier for both. And, to be fair, after the last week he could hardly take the moral high ground!

Jane gave him a bottle of wine: "I thought it would be more civil if we had a drink while we talked."

"Er, thanks, OK."

She sat down in the lounge, in a way that a first time visitor would. He meanwhile went to get glasses and a corkscrew. Opening the wine and filling the glasses, he handed one to her. 

"I'm not sure what we should drink to, but thanks; it's a nice thought," he said.

"It's OK." She raised her glass in a 'silent cheers' sort of way.

"You wanted to talk," Charlie said.

"Yes," she paused before continuing, unable to look at Charlie.

"Look I know what I did was wrong. I am not looking for forgiveness."

"Just as well," he sarcastically interrupted.

"Please, let me finish Charlie."

"OK."

"As I was saying, I was wrong. We, er, I did something I shouldn't have. It hadn't been going on long, a few weeks, that's all; not that that makes any difference I know," she looked at him now. "Neither you nor I were happy, our sex life was pathetic, we both know that. Someone showed me affection, but I did wrong. It was and is unforgivable. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want our marriage to finish this way. We both knew it was close to finishing though didn't we?"

"Yes," he nodded truthfully.

Taking a sip of wine and a deep breath, she continued. "I understand your anger and I understand why you forced me to do to you what you did, and I understand about the divorce and all that. I won't contest it by the way, as I say I was wrong in what I did and I will never be able to forgive myself."

She took another sip.

"I haven't told the kids, have you?"

"No."

"What shall we do, how should we tell them? Do you think they'll care?" she smiled.

He too smiled, "probably not and probably won't be a surprise either."

"Should we tell them the reason?"

"Not if you don't want to," he said.

"Thanks, it will be easier," she replied.

"Does er, Barry's wife know?"

"No, I don't think so. We have not spoken since."

"Oh"

Charlie topped their glasses up.

"What does your Mother know?"

"That we are getting divorced and I was an idiot and it's my fault. Nothing more and no names. She is not surprised about the split, but surprised and angry that it was me that put the final nail..."

He laughed, "She thought it would be me?"

Smiling, she replied "yes, she always did hold you in such high regard, ever since you got me pregnant!"

He laughed again. "Oh well, at least she got some grand kids out of it!"

"True."

They both sat in silence for a few moments.

"What have you been up to, where did you go?" she asked.

He paused, thinking, if only you knew!

"I drove to the West Country and stayed in a BnB pub for a few days, came back here yesterday."

Silence again.

Charlie finished the bottle, filling both glasses, Jane trying to stop him. "I'm driving remember."

"Live dangerously!" he smiled.

Getting a bottle from the kitchen, ironically the same as she had bought, he uncorked it. "No more for me Charlie, I really am driving and the last thing I need now on top of everything else is a drink driving conviction!"

From where he didn't know, but he responded with "Stay here."

She looked at him in amazement.

"In the spare room of course," he added, getting embarrassed.

Silence.

"Ok, then thanks." She passed her glass to be topped up.

"What do you think you will do?"

"When?" he asked.

"When you are divorced and the house sold."

"Don't know, really don't know. You?"

"Thought I would travel and do things I couldn't or wouldn't do before, start again in some respects."

"Good idea."

They sat in silence again, both deep in thought.

"Will you pick up with Barry again?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. Why screw up two marriages," she smiled weakly.

"Unfortunate turn of phrase," he smiled

"Yes, it is, sorry. But as I said it hadn't been going on long. It was a fling, a release," she paused, "it was stupid and I am so sorry."

He nodded. "Not something we had much of was it?"

"What?"

"Fun, it must have been fun too. Something naughty, something you weren't supposed to do, something others did. Sex, naughty sex."

She blushed.

"Yes, good description. But wrong, so wrong and something we both knew shouldn't happen but it was fun. Lust, sex, call it what you want. It wasn't love."

"What ever that is." He muttered ruefully. Was it love he had with Mary he wondered to himself?

Filling the glasses and finishing the second bottle between them, Charlie looked at Jane. She wasn't bad looking. She had aged well. She looked after herself. They had had fun in the early days. Lust, sex, call it what you want.

I'm going to bed," she said draining her glass and raising unsteadily to her feet. "Thanks for letting me stay."

She went as if to kiss him, hug him, but thought otherwise, walking up the stairs.

Charlie flicked the TV on and channel hopped for a few minutes as he finished his wine, before pouring a brandy for a night cap.

Turning the lights off, he went upstairs.

Climbing the darkened stairs, he went into 'his room' undressed and get into bed.

He heard a noise outside.

"Jane?"

"Yes"

"You OK?"

"No, can I come in?"

"Err, OK"

Turing the bedside light on, he saw Jane approaching him, dressed only in a tee-shirt.

"Can I sit down?"

Totally confused, Charlie moved over and pulled the duvet over him, aware and somehow embarrassed about his nudity underneath the bed covers.

Jane sat down, seemingly uncaring about the show of leg and the rising of her tee-shirt showing her knickers. 

Charlie was now totally confused and also conscious of the start of an erection.

"What's up Jane?"

"I need to ask you something. I know our marriage was dead, we both knew that didn't we?"

He nodded.

"But one thing that the 'fling' with Barry showed me was that I could separate sex from love. That sounds awful I know, but please hear me out."

He nodded, still confused and wondering where this was going. He was also aware of his growing erection.

"Also," she continued, "and this is really embarrassing, when you forced yourself on me, you know, made me suck you,"

He nodded again.

"While I was frightened, it still turned me on." She was unable to look at him, but Jane was now very flushed.

"I don't know what to say," stuttered Charlie.

"Charlie, I want to have sex with you! There I have said it," she sighed.

"Oh." Charlie said, "Of all the things to hear from you, that wasn't one of them" he exclaimed.

She went to stand up, took her top off and removed her knickers, standing beside the bed.

"Well?" she said feeling very uncomfortable and unsure of her self.

Charlie pulled the bed covers off, as a sign of silent welcome to join him.

She got in the bed and lay next to him.

He looked at her, a lust for her, that hadn't existed for years, taking over.

He stroked her breast, appreciating the way her nipples hardened. She moaned.

She pulled him down to her and they kissed. Kissed as they hadn't for years and years. She felt his hardness against her leg. She knew she was getting wetter and wetter.

He stopped kissing her and looked at her again, before moving down her body, licking as her progressed.

Her neck, her breasts, stopping to pay homage to her nipples. Down further to her stomach, her pussy and the delights that were to be found there. Exploring her with his tongue and then his fingers, he soon had her bucking against him as she willed him to continue and pleading him to go faster, slower, harder, softer as she directed him to make her cum. She had never shown this type of leadership before and he found it a real turn on.

The inevitable happened and she bucked harder with two fingers inside her and his tongue working hard on her clit. She came with a loud cry and a clasping of muscles.

She eventually relaxed and lay, breathing heavily beside him. As she regained her composure she turned onto her side and started stroking his erect manhood. Then, again for the first time he could recall without prompting or asking, she put his prick inside her warm wet mouth and gently sucked him. He ashamedly remembered the oral delights of Mary and Catherine, and had to admit that Jane was not in their league, but he was still enjoying the sensations.

He was reaching the point of either letting her finish this way or getting her to stop. He did not need to make the decision, she did. Stopping she looked at him; "Charlie I want you to fuck me, it may be the last time, but fuck me."

She lay on her back and he got on top of her, gliding his wet, hard cock into her welcoming hole.

She moaned in ecstasy as he entered her and he thrust, gently at first, but at her bidding, harder and faster.

Knowing he wouldn't last he tried to apologise. 

"Stop it, be selfish, I want you to cum" she said through gritted teeth as she pressed per pubic bone to his thrusts, making her clitoris harder as she approached yet another orgasm.

He did as asked and thrust harder and faster, cumming in an instant and flooding her insides with his seed.

He dismounted and lay down, getting his breathing back to normal.

Silently she hugged him and they fell asleep, without a word being exchanged.

In the morning an uncomfortable atmosphere prevailed; a bit like after a drunken one night stand when both parties knew something had happened but were not totally sure and didn't know how to ask the other.

Jane broke the silence. 

"Thank you Charlie, thank you for not making yesterday unpleasant and making it easy for me."

Looking sheepishly, she continued. "And thank you for having sex with me. Where the boundary of making love and having sex is I don't know, but thank you. I will leave now and I will do anything you want to get the divorce and so on done. And if you ever need company," she finished letting the last few words hang.

"Um, thanks" Charlie replied. "Thanks"

The rest of his day was spent lounging around the house. Bored and unsure what to do, he went out for a walk and ended up at the tennis club that he was a member of.

Without thinking he entered the club house only to see Barry at a table with his wife Sue.

"Hi Charlie", Sue shouted. Barry hadn't seen Charlie until his wife shouted out and the colour drained from his face as, smiling away, Charlie approached the table.

"Hello Barry, hi Sue," Charlie said as he bent down to kiss Sue on the cheek and held his hand out to shake Barry's hand. Barry reluctantly and with a very concerned look on his face, limply shook Charlie's proffered hand.

"Where's Jane?" Sue asked. 

"Oh, spending some time with her Mother."

"Is everything OK?"

"Yes, fine."

"Oh good. Barry don't be so rude, get Charlie a glass, let's have a drink. Looks like we could do with another bottle." 

The bottle was virtually empty and Charlie could imagine what was going through Barry's mind as his wife, oblivious to the circumstances involving Barry and Jane, instructed him to get some drink thereby prolonging the agony of putting up with Charlie's company.

Charlie made small talk with Sue as Barry got another bottle and a glass. He was aware that one word out of place could blow what ever stories Barry had told Sue to provide alibi's so he had to be very careful.

"Cheers Barry, cheers Sue, good to see you again." 

"Yes, it was a shame you guys had to cancel dinner a week or so ago," Barry said.

"Yes it was, wasn't it," deadpanned Charlie, holding Barry's eye.

"So what brings you here?" Sue asked. 

"Oh I fancied a change of scenery and went for walk, and here I am!"

"Yes we all need a change of scenery don't we," agreed Sue.

"Have you had a change of scenery Barry?" Charlie asked, barely keeping a straight face.

"No, not recently," he replied, trying to keep his anger intact.

"You Sue?"

"No, and I need it, I was saying to Barry, I need to find something new to do, some new interests, something to break the monotony."

"So long as it's not a new man, eh Barry?" Charlie laughed.

Barry, looking like he had swallowed a wasp said; "No, exactly."

"But what a good idea" joked Sue. "Where can I start looking?"

Charlie stood up and looked around.

"Nobody here," he laughed.

"What about you Charlie? I'm sure Jane wouldn't mind."

"I'll ask her."

Barry was silently fuming, desperate to change the course of the conversation and get away from Charlie.

"We should be going soon," he said, draining his glass.

"Why, we are having fun for the first time and I am trying to seduce Charlie," she said. Charlie was aware of the slurred voice as the alcohol seemed to be having an effect.

"We are not having fun, you are making a fool of yourself," snapped Barry.

"Lighten up Barry," Charlie said, "We are only joking, Sue wouldn't want me if I was the last man on the planet."

"Don't be so sure" she said with a straight face; quiet enough for Charlie to hear but probably not Barry, given the background noise in the bar.

"Whatever, it's a stupid and infantile discussion; and she's drunk."

"I'm not, and anyway, what's the hurry to get home?"

"I have some gardening to do."

"So bugger off and do it, I'll stay here with Charlie if that's OK with you Charlie?"

Charlie looked at Barry and Sue. 

"Whatever!" Barry snatched the car keys off the table and stormed out.

"What's eating him?" enquired Charlie.

"I don't know, he has been in a foul mood for a week or so now," she said, continuing; "Can I confide in you?" touching his arm and leaning towards him, giving him a flash of her cleavage, "I think he has some male problems."

"What makes you say that?"

She looked around to make sure she wasn't being heard.

"He hasn't been near me, hasn't been intimate for ages," and, after taking a sip of wine she continued, "I have feelings and desires too," Charlie nodded, taking another peak at her cleavage, "and a night or so ago, I tried to instigate something."

"Yes."

"And he wasn't interested and I found he couldn't get hard."

"Oh."

"I can't tell you what I did, but he always used to get hard that way."




Mid Life Crisis Book 02



"What do you mean?"

"I can't say, it's embarrassing."

"Come on, we have known each other for ages, if you tell me I may be able to help."

"Well, I did this strip tease."

"Yes, I can imagine that's good."

"Can you?"

"Yes, I can, you have a great figure."

"You're just saying that."

"No, I mean it, I've always thought it, and if I am honest, you in your tennis skirt, well."

"Charlie, well I never."

"So you did the strip."

"And I removed his trousers and boxers."

"Yes."

"There was no reaction and, no I can't."

"Go on, it's exciting me, sorry I know it shouldn't but imagining you."

"Charlie stop it."

"Sorry Sue."

"Do you really think I have a good figure?"

"Yes, very, from what I have seen of it." Stealing another glance at her cleavage and, he believed, his glance was seen by Sue who made no attempt to move.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes, I do", he said looking at her straight in the eye.

He poured some more wine.

"Charlie, we could get into trouble here."

"What do you mean?"

"Flirting like this, you living a mile away, your wife away, my husband busy and not interested in me and for the first time in years, someone taking an interest in me, even if it is only my chest," she laughed, leaning forward a bit more and squeezing her breasts together.

"Well, if you lean forward much more and keep on encouraging me to look down your top, I will not be able to move if you follow my drift."

"Am I turning you on?" she said enquiringly.

"Of course," he replied without hesitation; "a good looking woman, the most amazing cleavage, superb legs and what hot blooded man wouldn't be?"

"My bloody husband" she snapped.

"His loss." Charlie mused.

She lent back as a mutual friend passed by and made polite enquiries about their well being and of Jane and Barry, and promised to arrange a dinner party.

"What a bore" whispered Sue as the friend departed; "now where we?"

"You were saying we could get into trouble," smiled Charlie.

"And you were complimenting me," she too smiled. "Do you want to?"

"Want to what?"

"Get into trouble," she sighed.

"Not really, but I would like to get into your knickers," he said with a wicked smile.

"Charlie, well I never," she replied with mock anger, before continuing; "maybe I'm not wearing any."

"Then maybe I should take it as my mission to find out." 

"Ok," she smiled, draining her glass, "your mission, should you chose to accept it, is."

"Yes" 

"See if I am wearing any knickers."

"And when I find out." 

"Then Charlie, the rest is up to you."

"OK, he said, draining his glass and standing up, trying to cover his budding erection, "time to go, fancy a walk?"

Having been seen loads of times as part of a foursome, seeing Charlie and Sue together did not raise any eyebrows, however a few minutes later, as the front door of Charlie's house was slammed shut, more than eyebrows would have been raised as they fell into each others arms and started a passionate kiss.

"Oh Charlie," Sue moaned, feeling alive and enjoying the sensation as his hands roamed over her body.

He led her upstairs to 'his' room, 'his' bed; the bed that her husband and his wife had shared intimate moments on together.

The kissing resumed, their tongues dancing and teasing each as they explored each other.

Charlie let his hands roam under her shirt; cupping and teasing her bra covered breasts.

She broke away and took her shirt off and removed her bra, he led her to the bed and starting kissing and nibbling her breasts, the sound of her moans of appreciation filling the room.

He moved down her body as his hands roamed up her legs, reaching the mid point and finding she was wearing knickers; the briefest of briefest thong.

Pulling the ultra thin gusset to one side he slid his finger along the slick wet crack, saying, "So you are wearing some," noticing she appeared to be shaven.

Sue was unable to answer as she moaned aloud as his finger went deep inside her.

Wanting to see what he was exploring he removed his exploring finger and undid her zip, removed her skirt and slid her thong down over her long legs and deposited them on the floor.

She was not totally shaved, just a thin tramline of hairs, beautifully looked after; a Brazilian he believed it was called.

He resumed his investigation; she was playing with her erect nipples as he slid a finger along the crack and then deep inside her as he bent down and started to lick her erect clit; another loud moan emitted from her lips as she arched her back, wanting more and more of him inside her.

She was getting wetter and wetter as he continued to kiss, lick and stroke and poke her intimate crack.

"Oh my God that is wonderful," she sighed as he put a second finger in her.

Would she like some anal play? Charlie mused. Not today, too soon he decided, concentrating on her excited pussy.

She started to buck even more wildly; Charlie aware of the excitement being built up in her hot body.

"Yes, make me, take me, I want to cum, I want you to fuck me, I'm yours. Take me," she wailed as the impending climax took hold of her, then shaking like he had never seen anything before, she arched her back high off the bed and grabbed the sheets with white knuckles and announced to the world that she was cumming.

"Don't stop, just don't stop" she ordered.

Doing as requested Charlie continuing attending to her desires, aware he had never seen an orgasm like it. 

Eventually she calmed down and asked him to stop. Regaining her breath, she seemed almost embarrassed at her behaviour at the most intimate of times,

With her breathing now back to normal she looked at Charlie; "your still dressed, let me sort that out."

Together they removed his clothing, Sue taking a long and careful play as she removed his boxers. She started playing with his hard cock, smearing the precum along its length before taking it in her mouth and gently, then more forceful, sucking him. Short strokes, deep throat, licking the tip; she played the entire repertoire. 

Sensing his advanced state of arousal and wanting him inside her, she knelt on all fours and made clear her desires.

What a coincidence Charlie thought to himself, thinking of how he had seen her husband and his wife on this position.

She pulled her cheeks apart, allowing Charlie a glimpse of her rear hole, but that was for another day. 

Hopefully. 

For today, he slowly entered her pussy and thrust forcefully; trying to hold back as it seemed from Sue's noise and actions she was approaching another orgasm.

This was the case and as she came, he too finished with his prick, in her up to its hilt, filling her with hot thick sperm.

Satisfied and exhausted, they collapsed and held each other tight.

"I have never been unfaithful before," Sue said, reflecting on what had just happened. "I love Barry, but everything is going wrong and he isn't the guy I met. I don't regret what we have just done."

"Me neither," Charlie said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Can we do it again?" she asked looking at him.

"Yes, but we must be careful, what would Barry say?"

"Or Jane."

"No problem there, we are splitting up," Charlie said.

"Your kidding, I knew something was up when you said she was at her Mothers. I'm sorry, but then again not," she said snuggling down.

"Why?"

"Why are we splitting?"

"Yes."

"Loads of reasons, lack of decent sex being one," he said, but as he said it he thought about the previous night.

Don't let me go to sleep Charlie; I have to go back to Barry before he suspects something. Can I shower please?"

"Of course," he actually had had enough and wanted her out of the house, but at the same time chastised himself for his uncharitable thoughts.

Showered and dressed, she said she apologised for having to go; kissing him goodbye and promising to return.



Mid Life Crisis Book 03



That night saw Charlie eat a take away and drink too much wine; and watch the second of the adult DVDs he had borrowed. Whilst it still didn't totally arouse him, the script and setting was much better than the old "blue movies" he had seen years ago and the other one he had rented.

For a moment he wondered what was going on in Barry and Sue's house. He didn't see it as a 'revenge fuck'; it hadn't been part of any plan, but it had been good and it had been fun, and both consenting adults had enjoyed it, and it was unlikely to break Barry's marriage; unless she told him or they did it regularly and got caught.

Doing it regularly was OK; getting caught filled him with horror. 

He thought about Mary, the lovely landlord. He didn't mind her being screwed by another man as it was with him there and it didn't impact their relationship; it wasn't done deceitfully and behind the scenes.

He wondered if she had met someone else. There was a hint of jealousy, before he admonished himself as he had no right to be jealous, they didn't have that type of relationship, and anyway, in the three day he had been back, he had screwed two different women!

A little drunk he went to bed, sleeping fitfully, his mind unable to switch off with concerns yet also excitement about what adventures and challenges lay ahead of him.

His sleep was broken by the phone ringing.

"Hello," he answered sleepily.

"It's Sue, did I wake you?"

"Oh, hi; what time is it?"

"Just gone 9.00."

"Oh."

"I just wanted to phone to see how you are," she hesitatingly said, adding "and we need to talk."

"Oh, problem?"

"Don't know, just something Barry said last night; more to the point how he said it."

"What was it?" Charlie tried to stifle a yawn.

"Can I see you, would be easier than over the phone."

Charlie inwardly groaned; had he started something here; did he have a bunny boiler on his hands?

"Ok, how about this afternoon, 3.00ish?"

"Great, but I have to be back before Barry gets home at 5.00."

Damn, he thought, that's two hours; he might get a shag but did he want the grief that might go with it?

"OK see you at 3.00."

Just before 3.00 the door bell went. Charlie opened it to find Sue, dressed in a low cut top, skin tight jeans and a dazzling smile.

"Hi Charlie," she stepped in and kissed him on the lips.

"Hi Sue, coffee or something stronger?"

"Let's live dangerously, wine?"

"Take a seat," he gestured towards the lounge.

Returning with an open bottle and two glasses, he poured the wine and sat in the armchair.

"Frightened of sitting next to me?" Sue said patting the seat next to her, "You weren't frightened of me yesterday," she added in a flirtatious voice.

Charlie smiled and sat next to her.

"So what did Barry say then?" Charlie said, getting straight to the point.

"Well, it's not what he said, it's the way he said it."

"Go on."

"Well," taking a sip of wine, "he asked how much longer we stayed at the tennis club and what we did next. I said about an hour. We then left and I had a coffee with you at yours, and then came home. I also accused him of not trusting me."

She ran her hand up Charlie's leg..."As if eh?" she mocked.

"He then asked about Jane; and it was as if he knew you guys were splitting up; as I said it's not what he said it was they way he said it."

"Oh, strange," Charlie said.

"Yes, he kept asking how much you spoke about her; how long she had been at her Mothers; did you seem upset that she was at her Mothers; did you ask about him, that I really found strange, and had you discussed having another dinner party."

"Yes, very strange questions," Charlie said trying not to smile.

"Anyway, he didn't have a clue or didn't guess anything from what I said and didn't ask any more questions." 

"Good."

"So are we going to finish this wine here and then go to bed, or are we going to bed and taking the wine with us?"

"You are forward aren't you," mocked Charlie. "I have never been so shocked in my life."

"I bet that is not the case" she smiled, squeezing his leg and moving her hand to the top of his inner thigh.

"And what would Madam prefer?" Charlie, now beginning to feel aroused, asked.

"Take the wine upstairs now."

Charlie stood up, lifted her up by the hand and grabbing the dinks, went upstairs.

Sue followed and as soon as he put the drinks down, hugged and kissed him passionately, breaking off to say "I feel so randy and I want you and I want you to take me any way, any how and be as naughty as you like."

He returned her kiss and started feeling her all over through her clothes, her moans now filling the room.

They were both soon naked, her on her back, his head between her open legs, licking and sucking her open and soaking wet pussy, his hands on her breasts tweaking her erect nipples.

She was moaning loudly as she pushed herself against his long and enquiring tongue. He moved upwards a bit, licking and stroking her clit, standing to attention demanding attention. Her moaning increased its volume as her climax approached.

Copious amounts of fluid escaped her open hole, training down her cheeks and across her rosebud and onto the sheet.

Relentless he licked her clit until the inevitable happened and she tensed and came with a gigantic scream and stiffening of her body."

"Fucking hell!" she cried; "You know where the buttons are don't you?" as she recovered from the exertion of the orgasm.

Without answering he gently licked her outerpussy lips, keeping her arousal at a high level.

He started to go lower, covering her still pulsating hole and lower towards her rear entrance.

"Naughty boy" she murmured, aware of his intentions; but lifting herself up and opening her legs even wider to help him.

"That's uncharted territory Charlie."

Taking no notice of her, but aware that she wasn't stopping him, her put a finger deep in her wet pussy, before making her ring wet; doing this a few times, she was ready for further exploring.

He pushed gently against the virgin hole; she pushed against him, opening up enough for his finger to enter a bit.

More vaginal fluid and more gentle pushing had his finger in and fucking her rear end.

"Oh, that's so naughty" she said. She was unsure of her feelings. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange and very erotic. He clearly enjoyed it so it was OK with her.

"We need some more lubrication," he smiled, having a brief flashback to Mary and the KY in the drawer beside the bed.

"Don't go away," he said, jumping off the bed, leaving her on the bed, naked, with her legs lewdly spread.

He ran to the kitchen and found some olive oil; good enough for the Italians, good enough for him he mused.

Running back upstairs, he resumed his position as she put down her glass of wine; with a hand full of oil, he rubbed it over and in her rear door, her enjoyment increasing with the sounds of the rude fingering in her arse.

"Are you going to fuck me there?" she asked, with a hint of concern, or was it fear, in her voice.

"Yes, I am," he replied; clearly the master of his destiny.

He turned her over and grabbed his rock hard prick. 

"Pull your cheeks apart," he said.

She dutifully did, with her upturned bum and exposed rear entrance; he teased her before entering her slowly,

"Oh Godddddddddddddddd," she cried as he slowly slid into her tight unexplored hole.

He slowly thrust in and out, pouring some more oil on his dick to improve the lubrication.

She was now really into it, and pushed against him, enjoying the sensation and sheer crudeness of the act.

Charlie started moving faster.

"Are you going to cum?"

"Yes," he grunted, "but not here."

He pulled out, turned her over and made clear he wanted her to suck him.

She complied, aware of the taste of him, her and olive oil.

He started moaning.

The well known sensation at the pit of his stomach progressed along to his balls.

"I'm cumming!" he shouted, filling her mouth with hot salty sperm. 

Sue tried to swallow as much as she could, but gagged and had to spit some out, adding to the lewdness of the situation.

Charlie sat on his haunches, his flaccid prick testimony to the end of the sexual act as he regained his breath.

Sue, also looking drained took stock of what she had just been subjected to; but she had enjoyed it. She had said she had wanted naughty sex; and by God she had had it. Never before had she had anal sex, and never had she expected that he would want to finish the way he had. She was sore but still very turned on. What was happening to her? What was becoming of her?

"You OK?" Charlie asked, breaking the silence.

There was no hugging or affection after the act. It had been pure sex.

"Yes," she smiled. "I got what I wanted. You really know how to turn a woman on. Jane's a lucky girl."

"She could have been."

"Oh yes, sorry. I guess you summed it up yesterday, lack of decent sex doesn't help a relationship."

"No."

He started stroking her upper thigh, and then started to trace the outline of the thin strip of her pubic hair, trailing his finger towards her wet hole.

"You're insatiable."

He nodded.

He forced her legs open.

"I want to see you play with yourself. Make yourself cum for me."

"I couldn't, I have never."

"Time to start now," he said firmly.

As if she was under his spell, she moved her hand towards her pussy, stroking the outer lips, before wetting her fingers and starting to rub her clitoris, which immediately stiffened and came out to play.

Her breathing quickened as her hand flew over her clit. Any embarrassment now lost as her arousal increased.

"Yes, do it for me," he urged.

"I am," she replied, gritting her teeth.

"I'm cumming." 

Her faced was flushed, her nipples rock hard, and her hand a blur as she rubbed her clit until all movement stopped and with a loud and protracted sigh, it was clear she had reached her climax and she slumped back on the bed; exhausted.

Charlie looked surreptitiously at the clock. It was nearly 4.30.

"Sue, I don't want to say this, but you should be aware of the time."

She panicked. "Oh God!" She cried.

Quickly showering and getting dressed, she ran out of the house and by Charlie's reckoning she would be home with only seconds to spare...

"Oh well, shit happens," he thought; not proud of his reaction.

Chapter 5

Another evening in front of the TV, take away pizza and wine; he was getting bored and wanted to break out and have a plan. 

It was OK knowing he would get divorced, knowing he would sell the house; but what about a job?

Bored with the TV he got his lap top out and starting aimlessly surfing. Time flew by and he ended up on some porn sites, looking at the photos and films. Not willing to actually subscribe and pay to see anything, he still enjoyed surfing and fantasising. 

He suffered a memory flashback to his evening with Mary and Catherine; the pictures and the fun!

Turning the internet off, he found the disk and started looking at the pictures. Setting his lap top to 'slide show' he stared in admiration and lust at the pictures; aware of the erection that was forming. 

He lowered his trousers and stroked his erection to a satisfactory conclusion while looking at the erotic pictures of his evening with the two sisters now flashing across his lap top.

He went to bed, satisfied but with no further clue as to what he should do with his future.

Charlie woke late, again, and knew what he was going to do; go and see Mary. The house was getting too claustrophobic.

Jumping in the car, he got to Mary's pub by later afternoon.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in!" Mary exclaimed, smiling warmly, as he walked in. No hint of anything apart from a warm and heartfelt welcome.

He leant over the bar and gave and received a kiss.

"Good to see you Charlie, are you stopping long?"

"Don't know," he replied. "How long am I welcome?"

"For as long as you want. For ever?"

"I am humbled, but thanks."

"How are things at home?"

"Confusing; I have contacted a solicitor and an estate agent but things seem to take for ever. My wife won't contest, we had a good and sensible and honest conversation, and things are OK there thankfully."

"Let me get you a drink, how rude of me."

"I like you being rude."

"Charlie, behave, actually don't, I prefer it when you don't."

"Good to see nothing has changed." They both laughed.

"How is Catherine?" he asked.

"Fine; gone away with a friend, a female friend, for a day or so; back tomorrow."

"OK."

The bar started filling up and Mary was distracted with the influx of customers. Without asking Charlie went and helped her and started to serve the customers.

They grabbed a snack meal during the evening and before they knew it they were again sharing a bottle of wine, the pub was locked up and the lights off.

"It really is good to see you Charlie. I understood you needed some space. That week was fairly intense in every way, but I am glad you were comfortable enough to come back; even if it's only for a day or so."

"Thank you, it still feels very welcoming."

"It is," and standing up and kissing him, "Now take me to bed I need some loving."

They fell into each others arms, kissing passionately. They ripped each others clothes off, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin as they explored each other as though it was their first time, but also knowing the exact places that their touch would have the most effect.

His fingers played in her furry mound, opening her up for his exploration, her back arching and legs opening to allow him access.

She meanwhile trailed her fingers along his hard manhood, teasing the pre cum out of him and rubbing it over the sensitive tip of his cock.

Wanting to explore more, he slid down her body and fucked her with his tongue while holding her bum in the air. Joining in, she started playing with her clit to speed the approach of her explosive climax; which came all too soon, but to her relief as she was fit to burst.

She lay down; her legs wide apart while he studied her wet and open hole pulsating as the orgasm finished and her body resumed normality.

"Charlie, you know every part of me; you have seen every part from the most intimate angle; what is the fixation?"

"Its wonderful, I will never tire of it."

He climbed on top of her and hugged her, squashing her breasts against him.

She drew her legs up high and grabbing his manhood, put it inside her pussy. "Do it to me Charlie, I want you."

He started slowly thrusting. She met his every move. The pace increased. Their breathing quickened. They were as one as the rode each other to a mutual climax. Thrusting harder and faster and crying out in lust, Charlie forced his prick hard inside her as he finished and squirted his seed all over her inner cave; triggering her orgasm.

They hugged and whispered to each other, falling to sleep; satisfied and happy neither knowing nor caring what was going to happen next.

Charlie woke to the exquisite feeling in his groin as Mary was sucking his morning woodie.

Gently and making such sweet erotic sounds, Mary was igniting his every nerve. She stopped and smiled at him before returning to her task; one that Charlie had no intention of stopping.

She cupped his balls with one hand, while she stroked and licked and sucked him. He thrust upwards, unwilling to loose the sensations, wanting to cum; wanting to fill her mouth with his morning ejaculate.

Mary sensed it as he got close to cumming; any one would as Charlie was making animal like noises as he reached the inevitable and cried out, "I'm cumming, yes , don't stop, keep going, yes, I'm cumming."

Filling her mouth to the point where she couldn't swallow fast enough, he reached his climax and fell back, his chest moving up and down as he regained his breath.

"Good morning" he smiled, "that will do instead of breakfast! Now what can I do for you?"

"Not much with that" she joked pointing to his flaccid penis. "Looks like I am on my own for a while"

"There are always other ways?"

"Ok you have spiked my interest."

"Turn over," he commanded.

This she did without hesitation.

Looking in the drawer he saw the box of vibrators.

"Have these been cleaned?" remembering the last time he saw them they were deep inside Clive.

"Yes," she smiled.

"He got some baby oil and generously covered her bum, playing special attention to her rose bud.

The room then filled with a buzzing sound and he spent the next 15 minutes teasing her, entering her and finally double penetrating her to countless orgasms.

"Ok enough is enough!" she cried out, "No more, I can't take anymore."

They showered and dressed and had breakfast, food this time, and he helped around the bar. 

Having an early lunch before opening; Charlie continued to help as Mary took care of the customers.

By mid afternoon, the bar was empty. Mary stood against the bar and Charlie stood behind her, "Charlie behave."

"What?"

"We have been here before," she said remembering the incident with the two chrome balls that were inside her all day triggering countless orgasms, "You fingered me here, don't you remember?"

"Oh yes," he innocently replied. "This time however I am going to fuck you."

"Charlie, no! What happens if someone comes in?"

While she was protesting, he had raised her skirt and spread her legs and was busy fingering her; her arousal not supporting her protests at all; she was very wet.

"No Charlie!" She made a vague attempt at stopping him.

He meanwhile had dropped his trousers and had his hard prick in his hand.

"Open your legs a bit" he said still exploring her pussy, which still was not giving any inclination it was against what was going on.

"Please, no Charlie," she whimpered, yet moaned when his exploring fingers grazed her clit.

She opened her legs a bit and Charlie bent down a bit before expertly guiding his tool into her.

"No, no, this is crazy," she said; but met every one of his thrusts.

"Your mad," she laughed. "This is crazy, but God you know how to turn me on!"

They bucked and thrust like two rutting animals.

"I can't hold back," Charlie cried out.

"Me neither," Mary said through gritted teeth.

He gave one last hard push that caused him to cum; at exactly the same time as she did.

He withdrew from her, letting their combined juices run down her inner thigh.

Pulling her skirt down, he stepped back. "Fancy a drink?" he said still getting his breath back.

"What a good idea," she smiled. "You are amazing, but what would have happened if,"

"Well nobody did," he interrupted, "but what a buzz."

"Yes, your not wrong; a combination of lust and fear of discovery."

They sat down, her very conscious of her leaking pussy.

Five minutes later a customer walked in.

She went around to her side of the bar and served the customer, a thrill going through her body as she recalled the actions that took place in that spot only minutes previously.

The bar gradually filled and Charlie alternated between being on the customers and the 'other' side.

About 10.00 a familiar face appeared.

"Charlie!" exclaimed Catherine, smiling warmly, leaning over the bar for a kiss. "Fantastic to see you. I had no idea!"

"No, it was a spur of a moment thing. Came down yesterday. Will stay for a few days before I have to go back."

"That sounds ominous."

"Solicitors and estate agents."

"Yawn yawn," she laughed

"Hi Catherine," Mary shouted across the bar.

"Hi Sis."

"What would you like, Catherine?" Charlie asked.

"Drink wise?" she asked flirtingly.

"Yessssssssss," he sarcastically answered.

"I'll have a bottle of wine," she winked.

Charlie having a flashback to a week ago got a bottle and three glasses, hoping Mary could join them soon.




Mid Life Crisis Book 03



"It's great to see you," Catherine said picking up her glass. "I didn't think we'd see you so soon."

"I was and am at a bit of a loose end. I don't know what to do going forward: I've set the wheels in motion regarding the divorce and selling the house; so I thought I'd pop down here for a few days and hopefully get some inspiration."

Mary joined them, pouring a glass, "I'll be glad to lock up tonight; I've been on me feet all day" glancing a teasing look at Charlie; one that was picked up by Catherine.

"You can share that joke later," Catherine said aware of too many ears in the pub.

By 11.00 the bar was cleared, locked and the lights off.

Another bottle was opened and the two sisters and Charlie relaxed in each others company.

"I think I need an explanation," said Catherine.

Charlie and Mary looked at her innocently.

"Come on guys; what's the story? There was a comment about being on your feet," she said looking at Mary.

Mary blushed: "Oh it was nothing."

"Right, I know you two, I thought we could share things," she said, looking hurt.

Charlie was not sure how much Catherine was genuinely hurt or how much was play acting.

"We had some fun Catherine, Mary would normally have been laying down, this time she stood up."

"What are you on about?" Catherine burst out.

"I was standing at the bar, and he took me from behind. OK?" exclaimed Mary.

"You guys never cease to amaze me."

They all laughed.

"So, she is standing at the bar, I assume the bar was empty?" 

Mary and Charlie nodded.

"And you went up behind her," Catherine looked and saw Mary was wearing a skirt, "lifted that up and took her."

"Er, yes. That's about it," smiled Charlie.

"I would have so loved someone to have walked in," Catherine said.

"I would have died on the spot," an embarrassed Mary said looking at Catherine. 

"With him inside you," Catherine said nearly falling off her chair laughing.

Charlie went and got another bottle; the atmosphere being light and friendly, good banter and fun; there seemed no desire to stop and go to bed.

"Remember this bottle Charlie?" Catherine said; clearly on a mission to remind him of the past.

"No," he innocently replied.

"Surely you do, we had some fun with this end." she said provocatively stroking the neck.

"Catherine, you are terrible," Mary admonished.

"I know!" she smiled.

The drinking and laughter, the teasing and innuendo continued until Catherine made a remark about addressing misbehaviour.

"I'd put you over my knee and spank you," a slightly drunk Charlie said.

"Your dreams again Charlie," an equally drunk Catherine replied.

"Before you guys get carried away, shall I get the camera?" laughed Mary, who was also slightly drunk.

They all laughed.

Catherine stood up and bent forward, shoving her tightly covered bum towards Charlie.

"Think you're brave enough?"

He stood up. He raised her skirt, slowly. He pulled her knickers down. She did not move a muscle. She was totally compliant. Mary looked on in amazement, wondering how far this would go.

Charlie rubbed her posterior, stroked it; she made a satisfied moan.

He slapped her, once, twice then a third time.

"There, told you," he laughed, looking his hand prints on her bum.

"Charlie, I don't believe you did that!" exclaimed Mary.

"Next time she is over my knees," smiled Charlie.

Catherine stood upright and lowered her skirt back into place, leaving her knickers around her ankles, before realising there were there and taking them off entirely.

"Brave man speaks," mocked Catherine.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Think you're up for it?"

"Be careful Catherine," Charlie said, smiling and eyeing her up.

"Dare you."

He stood up. Catherine looked at him defiantly. 

He went towards her and before she knew what had happened, he had picked her up, sat down and placed her across his knees.

The zip was undone and her skirt joined her knickers on the floor.

He started stroking her bum, smoothly, warming it. His fingers started to explore her secret creases, finding her pussy almost on fire.

"I thought you were going to smack her Charlie," Mary said

"It's all about the anticipation." 

Catherine's legs were opening as his investigations became bolder. Her moans were becoming more audible.

"You know what you are doing to me Charlie?"

"Yes Catherine, I do," he smirked, the tip of his finger entering her wet pussy.

"Oh yes, that's nice," she said forcing herself down on his finger.

"I don't want to be a spoil sport, but should we go upstairs?" Mary said feeling like she was being left out of this party.

Charlie exclaimed. "What a good idea," and slapped Catherine's bare bum.

Upstairs, Catherine, now bottomless looked at Charlie with a combination of lust and anger.

"That hurt Charlie."

He sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. Leaning over, he opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the baby oil.

"Mary, maybe you should sooth your sisters bum."

Needing no second invite, Mary knelt between Catherine's open legs and started rubbing her bum with the oil. Once again the room filled with the sound of Catherine's moans.

Mary was unable to limit herself to stroking only the globes of her bum and started to explore Catherine's holes, both opening and winking at her.

"Hey," Charlie shouted, "I don't know if its oil or love juice, my trousers are getting soaked!"

"Best take them off," Catherine said, standing up but enjoying the treatment her bottom was receiving.

Charlie removed his trousers, his erection in his boxers also making a wet patch, so he removed them too.

Catherine took the initiative to remove her top, so Mary followed suite and also removed her clothes.

With Catherine resuming her position on Charlie's legs, feeling his erection against her stomach, Mary stood over Catherine, started to kiss Charlie passionately and with her legs over Catherine's head, she continued oiling her bum.

Charlie asked Catherine to turn over, so her back was on his legs. She was now looking at Mary's hairy pussy, while Mary, with a handful of oil, started rubbing oil into Catherine's lower belly and hairless pussy.

Catherine raised her head and could just about reach Mary's crack; Mary opened her legs to oblige.

Charlie's hard on was now pressing firmly into Catherine's back.

"I'm uncomfortable," Catherine said, removing herself from licking Mary's pussy.

She got up and stretched, rubbing her lower back.

Charlie meanwhile leant back on the bed.

His voice full of lust and emotion; "Mary, sit on my face, Catherine, sit on my manhood"

Both sisters looked at each other and assumed the positions.

Mary sat on Charlie's face, holding onto the wall for balance, her knees either side of Charlie's face. He started licking and probing; she moved to ensure he contacted the right places.

Catherine meanwhile knelt over his groin and guided his prick into her soaking pussy. They rocked together in unison. To keep balance she held onto Mary, seeing her body language indicate his oral stimulations were having the desired effect.

Charlie was lying down, concentrating and keeping his tongue active in and around Mary's soaking wet pussy while thrusting in time with Catherine, straddling him and keeping his prick deep inside her.

Never, ever had he been so turned on. Of that he was sure.

Unable to do much he carried on; but was aware of agitated movements above him, ever loader moans and encouragements. He knew he was close to cumming but couldn't say anything. Mary was moving and gyrating faster and faster clearly stating she too was close. Catherine too was, by her movements of sitting down and gyrating on him, was also on the verge.

Mary came first; she stopped and cried out and held his head tight before releasing it and raising herself from his tongue that was still trying to play with her super sensitive clit.

Charlie was next, the familiar feeling and the explosion; he only just managed to tell Catherine who came a moment later.

The three of them lay exhausted side by side and fell asleep. They were all aware that they had done something special; something unplanned and something incredibly erotic.

They awoke in the morning and smiled ruefully as the last nights three-some bought back many special and nice memories.

"Too bad we don't have time for a repeat performance" Charlie said looking at the two sisters but speaking for all of them.

"Another time eh?" Catherine said, heading for the shower.



Mid Life Crisis Book 04



The morning was spent, as so many had in the past doing the domestic chores required to run a pub. 

Lunch time was very quiet and the three of them managed to sit together and have lunch at the same time.

"I wonder how Sam is?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, I should have told you," Mary said. "She phoned a day or so ago and thanked us for helping her out and to say that there had been no sign of Clive, he had cleared his stuff away, and she was happy that she was rebuilding her life."

"Brilliant!" said Charlie. "That is good news."

"It is, isn't it, "said Catherine. "What a day we had with her and Clive!"

"Certainly was," sighed Mary. 

They were all quiet, all lost in their thoughts of the day they helped Sam get her revenge on Clive. 

"Have you got her number?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Might be nice to get together again," Charlie smiled.

"You dirty old man!" Mary said smiling. "Two insatiable sisters not good enough for you?"

Charlie smiled. "Of course, but you know the old saying; twos a friendship, threes a crowd, four is more fun."

"I don't know about the four bit, I haven't heard that before," laughed Catherine.

"Anyway, I only meant for a meal, you both took the level of the conversation down," Charlie laughed.

"Bloody liar!" Catherine shouted, smiling, as she stood up and playfully hit him.

Mary also stood up; "shall I phone her?"

"Yes, why not?" Charlie said, enthusiastically.

Mary disappeared and soon returned looking happy. "She will join us for dinner tonight!" 

Sam looked radiant as she walked into the pub at about 7.00.

They all greeted each other with smiles, hugs and kisses, before sitting down for a drink and dinner. Mary, Catherine and Charlie kept the other customers happy as they took turns to serve behind the bar. The pub was empty by about 9.00, so the four of them could finally all sit together.

"I was saying to Mary," Sam said to Charlie, "I can't thank you guys enough for helping me with the Clive thing."

"It was no problem, our pleasure," Charlie said.

"It certainly was your pleasure!" mocked Catherine.

"I think we all enjoyed it," Sam said smiling at the others.

"Apart from Clive," Charlie added.

The others nodded, reflecting on the scene that had developed in the pub that day as they abused Clive.

"So what brings you back here Charlie?" Sam asked, taking a sip of wine.

"Bored and fed up," he laughed. "No, seriously, I have sorted out some of my domestic mess and thought I'd catch up with these two," he continued, looking at Mary and Catherine, "and your name came up and we agreed it would be good to have a meal together."

"Great!" exclaimed Sam, "and maybe we could also,"

"Yes?" interrupted Catherine.

"You know," Sam continued, "have some fun later," she said looking at the others.

"I don't know," Charlie said in mock seriousness, "I am celibate now."

"Yea right!" Sam sighed. "And I am supposed to believe that?"

"I am," Charlie said. "Nothing you could do would arouse me enough to make me want to have sex."

"Now there is a challenge!" Mary said, looking at Sam. "But before you do anything, I had better lock the pub up."

Sam sat deep in thought, trying to outstare Charlie who was finding it very difficult to keep a straight face. Mary went off to lock the pub up and Catherine went to the bar, returning with wine and new glasses.

"So," Sam said thoughtfully, "I am to believe Charlie is now celibate and nothing I could do would turn him on enough to have sex with me?"

""Yes, that's correct," Charlie nodded.

"Right, lets see," Sam said, standing up.

She stood opposite Charlie, with Mary and Catherine sitting either side of him, her legs were slightly apart and her hands were on her hips.

She looked at him deeply and licked her lips. 

Mary and Catherine alternated their look from Sam to Charlie. The tension was incredible. They were all aware a game was being played, but none of them knew where it was going. It was also very erotic.

Sam started to unbutton her blouse and removed it; she was not wearing a bra. She played with her breasts, making her nipples erect.

She slowly moved her hands down across her flat belly and undid her jeans, stepping out of them, leaving herself standing in front of Charlie in just a thong. This too was then removed and as she continued licking her lips she started playing with her pussy. She put one finger inside her and stepped towards Charlie and, as they had done with Clive, ran it under his nose. 

He was really struggling not to react. He didn't want them to know his prick was rock hard and he wanted to reach out to Sam, but that would ruin the game.

Sam, stepped towards Mary, "come here," she said.

Mary rose and stood beside Sam. Sam hugged her and kissed her, breaking the kiss to look at Charlie.

She then started stripping Mary, playing with her breasts and nipples as she exposed them and then, having removed her skirt and pants, fingered her, finding Mary very turned on and wet.

Charlie was struggling more than ever.

"Catherine, I want you now," Sam said quietly. 

She kissed Catherine, the two girls locked in a passionate embrace before Sam removed all of Catherine's clothes, who was also turned on and cried out as Sam fingered her.

"We want to see you naked now Charlie," Sam said as she approached him. "Stand up,"

He did as she asked.

She chastely kissed his cheek, before slowly taking his shirt off. 

"Come here girls," she encouraged both girls to stand by Charlie, "now remove his trousers," she said.

As Mary and Catherine did as Sam had told them, Sam stepped back and sat on a stool, spread her legs wide and keeping eye contact with Charlie, started masturbating herself. The sounds of her fingering her wet hole filled the room.

Charlie was now naked and his erection proud and on show for all to see.

"Not bad Charlie," Sam said, as she continued fingering herself furiously. "I bet you want me don't you?"

Charlie knew he was about to break, but wanted the game to continue.

"Why don't you both suck him," Sam said to Mary and Catherine, her voice full of pent up lust.

Mary got on her knees and licked the end of Charlie's prick. Catherine also knelt down and the two sisters took it in turn to suck Charlie. Short and long, deep and hard. 

Charlie tried to remain passive, but it was all getting too much for him.

He could see that Sam was close to cumming, 

"Are you sure you don't want to fuck me Charlie?" she said.

Charlie smiled. "I suppose I could make an exception and break my celibacy."

"Oh God yes, do, please!" Sam cried as her orgasm got ever closer.

Mary and Catherine stopped their oral attack on Charlie, as he stepped towards Sam, and without hesitation, entered her wet pussy. She immediately cried out as the orgasm engulfed her.

"God yes, that's it!" she cried as he gently started thrusting into her. Mary and Catherine stood behind him and looked on, urging him on and caressing his back. His movements gained in urgency as now Mary started kissing him and Catherine started stroking his penis as it went in and out of Sam's hot wet pussy.

Sam cried out again, another orgasm consuming her every thought and action.

"I cant last!" Charlie cried.

"I want you," Catherine said, "I want to suck you!"

Charlie stopped thrusting into Sam, and Catherine grabbed his wet cock and licked and sucked it, aware that he was soon going to fill her mouth with his cum.

"Yesssssssssss!" he cried as he gently thrust and came with a vengeance, filling Catherine's receptive mouth with his ejaculate.

Catherine swallowed and swallowed and didn't miss a drop as Sam and Mary looked on.

Charlie stepped back, breathing heavily as Catherine stood up, licking her lips.

"Celibate eh Charlie?" mocked Sam smiling at him.

"Well I had been for over 12 hours," he laughed.

They all sat down, comfortable in their nudity and Catherine refilled their glasses.

"Sam, you are amazing!" Mary said. "Your imagination is fantastic. What you did then and what's more what you thought up for Clive, you really have a vivid mind!"

"Charlie nodded. "You could get the Pope to shag you!" he laughed.

Catherine added, "Or a gay boy!"

They all made small talk for a while, finishing the bottle and starting another. 

"Why don't we play spin the bottle?" Sam said.

"OK, but knowing your luck Sam, you'll get Charlie again and we will miss out," Catherine said smiling and looking at Mary.

"Yea," Mary agreed, and I am so randy, I need something.

"Have the bottle then!" Sam smiled, passing the empty bottle to her.

"Nice, but I want that," she replied reaching out and touching Charlie's still flaccid penis.

She then got on her knees, and totally unconcerned about the others took his prick deep into her hot mouth. As she sucked him to hardness, she was aware of movement behind her and four hands caressing her back.

She was moved so she was on all fours, with her bum in the air and the four hands started extending their caresses to include her pussy and rear hole. She sucked Charlie deeper and deeper, getting more and more turned on as Sam and Catherine fingered her open and willing holes.

Lifting her head, Mary cried out "I want him to fuck me!" 

The other girls continued stroking and fingering Mary as Charlie moved behind her and entered her willing hole, thrusting into her for all he was worth. She cried out in ecstasy as he fucked her harder and faster, both of them searching for their respective orgasms. Sam and Catherine alternated their attentions between Mary's back and Charlie's, Sam then reached out and stroked Catherine's erect nipples, marvelling at their texture. She then leant over and started to passionately kiss her. This was too much for Charlie who thrust hard into Mary and came, which triggered Mary's longed for orgasm.

Charlie and Mary broke their union and sat down, catching their breath and watched as Sam and Catherine's kissing became more passionate. Sam started fingering Catherine before breaking the kiss and asking her to lie down. Having done so, Sam started licking Catherine's breasts before working her way down to her pussy, and licked and fingered her. Catherine, already very aroused was soon bucking against her, urging Sam to finger her harder, urging her to put more fingers in her, urging her to lick her clit.

Mary and Charlie watched in amazement as Sam made love to Catherine.

Mary gently and almost absentmindedly started to stroke Charlie's prick as they continued being engrossed in what was going on in front of them.

Amazingly Charlie was soon hard again.

Sam looked up and saw Mary and Charlie and gestured for Charlie to come and fuck Catherine.

This he started to do, and Catherine was soon encouraging him as she was about to cum.

"Yes, that's it!" she shouted as she came. He continued thrusting, but the mind was more willing than the body. He was unable to continue his third bout in a few hours and he had to admit defeat as he withdrew from Catherine, his flaccid prick not able to satisfy her any more.

"I'm sorry, maybe I should be celibate!" he laughed.

"No chance!" Catherine said, "and don't apologise, multiple orgasms are the property of women," she smiled, but you still made me cum, as did Sam!"

Mary tried to stifle a yawn, "sorry guys, but I am done!"

"Me too!" Charlie said pointing to his manhood and smiling,

"And me," said Sam, sitting hugging her legs to herself.

Catherine nodded, "ditto, can I sleep here?" 

"Of course, there are no guests so Sam and you have the guest rooms."

They all bade their goodnights and picked up their discarded clothes before heading to their respective rooms.

Mary and Charlie hugged and kissed as they fell asleep in each others arms, sleeping peacefully until dawn, when they woke and silently made love.

The morning was again consumed with domestic duties. Sam left to go home around lunch time, promising to keep in touch and arrange another get together.

Around mid afternoon, Charlie got a call from his estate agent who told him they had someone interested in his house and when would it be convenient to arrange a viewing. Having agreed a time for that evening, Charlie said his good byes to Mary and Catherine and he promised to return as soon as he could.

Charlie drove home and quickly tidied up and hovered up before the estate agent and a young couple turned up. The estate agent introduced herself as Chloe. She was in her late 20's, blond hair and blue eyes and was wearing a smart business suit and looked ravishing. Charlie had to chastise himself and concentrate on the questions he was being asked before making himself scarce as she showed the couple around. After about half an hour Chloe said they had seen enough and would go, but could she have a word with Charlie after she had said goodbye to the interested couple.

She soon returned and smiled at Charlie.

"They seem very interested," she said. "They wouldn't be committed though until they have seen another property," she added.

"Oh, well, what will be, will be," sighed Charlie.

Looking at the kitchen clock, he was surprised to see it was nearly 7.30.

"You work late," he said, "is this normal?"

"Not at the moment," she answered, "the market is slow, but this is my last appointment tonight, then it's time to put my feet up and relax with a glass and a TV dinner," she smiled.

"Same here," Charlie said, "care to join me?" He was amazed at his bravado!

Chloe hesitated before answering, "Yes, why not, that would be nice."

"Well you know where the lounge is, put your feet up, make yourself at home, relax and I will bring the wine. What would you like for food; I was going to have pizza. I am Charlie by the way."

"Pizza will be great," she answered, "thanks."

She walked into the lounge and sat down. Charlie soon followed and handed her a drink. 

"What sort of pizza?" he asked,

"You choose," she said, smiling at him, kicking her shoes off and curling up on the sofa, exposing a lovely stocking covered thigh, and was that a hint of a suspender belt now pressed against the material of her skirt?

"Ok, will do," Charlie answered. "Can I take your jacket?"

"Thanks," she said removing it and passing it to him, showing a wonderful full bosom that had been hidden under the perfectly tailored suit jacket.

Charlie ordered the pizza and returned, topping up their glasses and they made small talk while they waited.

Chloe had been at the Estate Agents for 6 months and had moved to the area after a relationship that had started at University had broken down. She lived on her own and vaguely remembered seeing Charlie at the tennis club. 

He didn't go into details, but said he was selling the house as his marriage had broken down. She commiserated and he just shrugged his shoulders.

The pizza arrived and was devoured. He tried to top her wine glass but she declined, saying she had to drive. 

They continued chatting when her mobile rang.

"Oh, sorry," she said apologetically, "do you mind?"

"No," he said, "go ahead."

He busied himself clearing the boxes up and tried not to listen, but got the impression that she was not receiving good news.

His thoughts were interrupted by her coming into the kitchen. 

"I had better go," she said, putting her empty wine glass on the side.

"Oh, so soon," Charlie replied. "Would you like a coffee?"

She hesitated. "Yes, thanks. That would be nice."

Charlie busied himself making the coffee. "Are you sure you wouldn't like another glass of wine?"

Chloe smiled; "Are you trying to get me drunk? I really do have to drive, but it's very tempting. That phone call has pissed me off." She looked embarrassed at her language.

"Well as you know there are spare rooms or you could get a taxi," Charlie said picking up a wine bottle and looking at her. "Another glass is a very good way of curing a pissed off situation."

"Not this one, I don't think," she smiled but picked up her glass and held it out to be filled.

"Thank you," she said.

They retuned to the lounge. "Excuse my nosiness, but what has caused you to be pissed off."

"Men!" she sighed. "I was sort of seeing this guy, I suppose I still am, but he always cancels on me. We were supposed to be going to a firms do tomorrow and he just phoned with some lame excuse that he can make it."

"Oh dear," Charlie sympathised.

"Oh well," she sighed. "Cheers!" she said raising her glass. "Another night of loneliness for Chloe."

She then curled her legs under her, and looked thoughtful; Charlie meanwhile tried not to be distracted by the expanse of nylon clad thigh.

As if aware of her sitting position, Chloe changed her position so more of her legs were covered.

"This is a nice house, you should be OK in selling it," she said. "I think that couple will probably make a bid, and that's not estate agent speak," she smiled.

"Good, that would be nice and would help matters," Charlie said.

"So what will you do tomorrow?" he asked, trying to go back to her problem.

"Probably go on my own or pick up some random guy off the street," she laughed.

"He would be a lucky guy," Charlie smiled.

She laughed. "I don't think so, these functions can be boring and he would expect some compensation."

"As I say, lucky guy," he smiled. "I could accompany you if you are really stuck," he added.

"Really?" she sat forward 

"Yes, why not?" he said. 

"That would be great."

Seeing her glass almost empty, he reached out and topped it up, Chloe offering no resistance.

"You are trying to get me drunk," she smiled.

"I know, I'm awful aren't I?"

"No, you are a perfect gentlemen," she said, adding, "from what I have seen anyway."

"Appearances can be deceptive," he said smiling as he topped his own glass up.

"I am actually a mad axe man that attacks girls in their beds, deep in the night,"

"Oh dear," she said in mock fear, "and I was just about to take you up on your offer of your spare room,"

"You had better lock the door for your own safety," he said grinning from ear to ear.

"OK, thanks for the warning," she replied.

"So, when you are not attacking women deep in the night, what else do you do that I should be aware of?"

"I am a 1980's porn star that has taken early retirement actually," he replied. "I am surprised you don't recognise me."

"That's because I only watch modern porn," she said without hesitation,

"Oh, right," he said, momentarily lost for words.

"Actually that's a lie," she said trying to recover. "I don't watch porn, well not very often, but I notice you do," she added looking towards the DVDs beside the TV.

"Oh God," he sighed. "I meant to return them when I tidied up. I hope the couple viewing didn't see them," 

"Doesn't matter, it's a free world," she said. "Each to their own, its harmless stuff I assume, nothing too off the wall."

Now embarrassed, Charlie nodded, saying. "No, its not, as you say, off the wall. I just wanted some stuff to kill time. They were crap really."

Charlie went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine and returned to see Chloe looking at one of the DVD's.

"Seriously, I haven't seen one of these since I was at Uni,"

"They are still crap," he said.

"Can I see a bit of one?" she asked.

"Really?"

"Yes, please."

"OK," he said getting up and taking the DVD from her he put it in the player and turned the TV on.

He topped the glasses up, and dimmed the lights.

"Might as pretend we are in the cinema," he joked.

"Well sit next to me then," she said moving her legs under her again and making room for Charlie.

He hesitated but did as she asked.

The film started with a girl having her TV repaired and soon the TV repairman and the girl were in bed, naked, her sucking him off, then in a 69, then he started screwing her.




Mid Life Crisis Book 04



"The plots haven't improved," Chloe laughed.

"No, that's so true."

The film continued with the girls' friend coming home and joining in the fun.

"What a co-incidence," Chloe sarcastically said.

"I see that they still get the man that can last forever," she said.

"Or its trick photography," Charlie said.

"Yes, I suppose so."

The film finished, another scene started. This time a girl playing with herself.

"You have to say, she is pretty." Chloe said.

"Yes she is." Charlie agreed.

"What is your type of girl, Charlie?"

"One with a pulse," he laughed.

She looked at him, "come on, what or who is your ideal girl."

He was silent, pondering the question,

"Tall, short, big, small, blond, brunette?"

"About your height," he started looking at her, "blond hair and not skinny like the models in the paper." 

"Big boobs and long legs?" she laughed.

"Yes, they would be nice," 

"You're such a stereotypical man," she laughed.

He nodded.

They both looked at the TV, there were now two women and a man.

"Every mans dream?" Chloe smiled.

"I guess," he replied.

"Ever done that?" she asked.

"No," he lied; thinking of Mary and Catherine. "Have you?"

"Yes and no," she said sipping her wine.

Charlie looked confused.

"God, I can't believe I am telling you this," she said, "a guy at Uni suggested it and we started but got as far as touching and I freaked and threw him and the other girl out of the room. I was very uncomfortable."

"I see," he said.

The film continued with one boring scene after another. Both Chloe and Charlie were quiet.

"I will take you up on your offer about tomorrow," she said, "and your spare room, but I wont lock the door, I'll trust you," she smiled, "not to come into my room and attack me."

"Great," he aid. "And I will try and remember not to wonder around naked."

"Oh, don't do that for me, I might enjoy it!" she laughed.

"I doubt it, but I would insist you dress similarly," he teased.

"As I don't have a nightdress, I don't have a choice," she answered back.

Enjoying the verbal teasing, he said; "I was just about to offer you a tee shirt, but I won't bother now, I just hope you don't get cold."

"Well if I do, I will need something to warm me up," she responded.

"And with that I could get into trouble," he smiled.

Charlie finished the bottle between them.

"Cheers, and thanks," Chloe said raising the glass, "I have enjoyed this evening. It's been fun and I haven't had much fun recently."

"Me neither," he said, "but the evening is still young."

She looked at him confused.

"I need to get some sleep," she said, "What are your plans, or will I regret asking that question?" she smiled.

He laughed. "No, it is getting late; I suppose we should call it a night."

"And there I was thinking you were going to seduce me," she smiled, but looked at him straight in the eye.

"Oh, I see."

"So, shall we go to bed?" she said, gently touching his arm.

He coughed, "that sounds nice," he said weakly.

Chloe leant over and gently kissed him on the lips. "Or will you ravish me here?"

He kissed her back, gently at first and then as she opened her mouth to accept his enquiring tongue, their kiss turned passionate. She hugged him and he started caressing her; he stroked her back and she moaned in appreciation.

He bought his hand between them and stroked her breasts, then, without breaking the kiss, he found the buttons to her blouse and started undoing them; slowly, one by one.

She shrugged off her blouse and her found the catch and removed her bra, allowing him free access to her wonderful breasts, topped off by a rock hard nipple, which grew harder with each caress.

She broke off the kiss to get some breath.

"That's so nice," she sighed as he leant down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking it and sucking it.

Meanwhile she started removing his shirt, and stroked his back and he changed his attention to her other breast.

He started running his hand along her leg; she offered no resistance as it went up her thigh and, as expected, he encountered a suspender belt.

Before he went higher, he returned to kissing her, she moaned as his hand travelled further. She opened her legs to ease his progress as he reached her knockers.

Breaking the kiss, she held him tight and moaned as his fingers played with her silk covered pussy.

"Yes," she urged him, "yes, that's nice," as he moved her gusset to one side and touched her pussy lips.

She moved to allow him more access and moaned again.

He removed his hand and broke away from her.

"I want you naked," he said quietly but firmly.

She stood up and removed her skirt and knickers, aware of his lustful gaze taking in all of her nudity.

The DVD was still running, providing a background of false grunts and groans.

"I want to see you too," Chloe said as she stood in front of him, naked apart from the stockings and suspenders.

He reached out and touched her pussy, neatly trimmed but all woman.

She sighed appreciatively as he explored her wetness.

He removed his hand and stood up, looking at her with unmitigated lust and started to remove his trousers and underwear. She reached out and gently touched his hard man hood, standing erect and purposeful.

He stepped forward and hugged her and started to kiss her, his hands roaming all over her back and forcing her close to him.

He stopped kissing her and guided her back to the sofa, spreading her legs as he looked at her nudity again.

He knelt down and leant in to see and smell her arousal just before he started licking and fucking her with his tongue. He opened her up a bit with his fingers as his tongue glided over her wet pussy. She moaned and held his head in place as she urged him on.

He moved to lick her clit, this was clearly the trigger as her reaction was instantaneous, she cried out and started gyrating her hips, getting more and more friction and satisfaction.

He put one finger inside her and tried to find her G spot. 

"Oh my God!" she cried, "There, just there!"

He needed no more urging as her climax got close. He licked and fingered her, noticing the change in taste and the inevitable happened,

"Don't stop, what ever, don't stop!" she said through gritted teeth. "I'm cumming, oh my God, I am cumming like never before," she cried.

He body froze as she yelled out "Yessssssssss!" 

He stopped his licking and slowly removed his wet finger as she came back to earth.

"Hug me," she asked.

He did, by remaining on his knees and moving up, holding her and kissing her passionately.

In this position, his hard prick was near her entrance; she opened her legs and guided him inside her.

She moaned again as he entered her and slowly started to thrust in and out.

"Oh yes," that's it she whispered, holding him tight and getting their rhythm co-ordinated.

The pace increased and she urged him on.

"Fill me, don't hold back," she said.

He needed no more encouragement. Leaning back he looked down at his prick going in and out of her hole.

He was close but wanted to delay the climax, so he slowed down.

"Keep going," she urged, holding him close again. 

He started thrusting harder and faster, the sounds of their lovemaking now drowning the DVD playing in the background.

"Yes!" she cried out as he next orgasm approached.

He too was close and thrust even harder before stopping and filling her with his sperm, squirt after squirt as she also climaxed with him as far inside her as he could.

They slowly broke away from each other and lay back, exhausted and totally satisfied.

"Looks like the morning after pill for me," she smiled.

"No, you are OK, I've had the snip," he replied, smiling at her.

She stood up, "I think I had better clean myself up," she said as she walked to the bathroom.

Charlie got up and put his boxer shorts on, and sat down.

The DVD was finishing as Chloe returned and sat down next to Charlie and hugged him. 

"We really should go to bed," she said, "some of us need to go home and get changed and go to work tomorrow."

"Yes you do," he said smiling at her.

They picked up their clothes and after turning the TV and lights off went upstairs and fell into each others arms in Charlie's room.

Chloe quickly fell asleep as Charlie quietly thought about all the people that had occupied the bed over the last few weeks.



Mid Life Crisis Book 05



He awoke, to find himself alone in the bed, with a note stuck on the mirror.

'Didn't want to wake you, you were sleeping so soundly. If you are still OK for tonight, I'll pick you up at 8.00. Sorry, forgot to say, it's Black Tie! Chloe XX'

Charlie got up and pottered around the house and killed time until 8.00 when a knock on the door disturbed his thoughts.

He opened the door to see Chloe looking fantastic in a light blue evening gown.

"Wow!" he said taking her beauty in and looking at her from head to foot with undisguised lust.

"You look good yourself," she said seeing Charlie in dinner suit and bow tie.

"We had better go before we end up ripping these clothes off each other," she smiled.

They got in her car and she drove to a big hotel just outside of town, where there was an industry awards night, and her company had reserved a table.

Charlie was introduced to her colleagues as her friend and he did his best not to let either Chloe or himself down.

He made polite conversation but couldn't wait for the evening to end, it was as she had predicted, fairly boring.

When the dancing started he panicked. He was a firm believer that no white man over the age of 25 should be seen on a dance floor and didn't intend to change this thought this evening. Thankfully Chloe didn't seem too keen to dance either and they remained at the table. 

At one stage, they were the only two and he felt her hand on his inner thigh under the table. She whispered in his ear: "Do you think I will be missed if I got under the table and gave you a BJ?"

"I think so, as I may not be able to hide my enjoyment," he whispered back.

"Shame," she sighed, "I'll have to wait until we are home then."

Charlie hadn't given it any thought if they would be together after the dinner, but Chloe definitely seemed to assume they would, not that he was complaining.

The evening eventually wound down and the guests all made their excuses and left. 

Chloe was stone cold sober as she was driving; Charlie had also been fairly abstemious. She quickly drove back to Charlie's and they were soon in the house, Charlie opening a bottle of wine.

"Let's take it upstairs," she said. "I am so randy!"

He did as she suggested. He walked into his room Chloe was standing there waiting for him.

"Lie down on the bed, and don't move", she said.

Somewhat confused, he did as she asked. 

She looked at him and proceeded to slowly strip. Beneath her gown, she was naked! If he had known that earlier he didn't know what he would have done!

She moved towards him.

"Stand up," she said.

He did and she shimmied in front of him as she slowly stripped him. When he was naked she kissed him passionately as she stroked his prick and he tried to touch her breast. She pulled away and knelt down in front of him, her eyes level with his belly.

She went lower and licked and then swallowed his prick.

He moaned in ecstasy as she started to give him one of the best blow jobs he could remember. She alternated between sucking and licking and stroking. Taking him deep in her throat and then just the helmet. He was not sure who was making more noises as it was clearly turning her on too. He was beside himself and knew he couldn't last.

"You're going to make me cum!" he said, almost crying with joy.

He started thrusting, fucking her mouth. She didn't stop him, but sucked harder.

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" he cried again. She made no attempt to stop and he knew he was beyond the point of no return and he started to squirt into her mouth. One after the other squirt filled her mouth as she swallowed as much as she could. He finished with a deep sigh and she stopped her sucking, licking him clean and swallowing the last drops.

"I have wanted to do that since I saw you open the door," she sighed, as she stood up and lay down beside him.

With his breathing under control, he leant over her. 

"My turn," he whispered.

He started sucking her nipples, before moving down and burrowing his head between her open thighs. 

She raised herself up so he had as much access as he wanted. He licked her clit, down to her wet and open hole and then lower towards her rear entrance. She didn't stop him and sighed contentedly as he circled her puckered rear hole.

"You are naughty, but that is so nice," she said.

He continued making it wet until he could enter the tip of his tongue into her anus. She wriggled to accept him and sighed even more as at the same time he started to stroke her clit with his finger.

"Oh yes," she sighed.

He continued and then moved back so that he fucked her pussy with his tongue.

"Oh my God, yes. That's it," she cried, bucking hard against him, covering his face with her juices.

She moved his fingers away from her clit and started playing with her clit herself.

"Put your tongue in me!" she urged him as her fingers teased and stroked her clit.

"Yes, yes, oh my God I'm cumming!" she cried loudly as her orgasm consumed every nerve ending in her body.

He stopped his assault on her pussy as she slowly recovered from the climax.

He lay down on the bed, looking at her chest fall and rise as she regained her breath. She moved onto her side and reached out and stroked his cock, now showing signs of life again.

"I want that inside me," she said as she moved again and straddled him, lowering herself down onto his cock, now hard and erect and ready for another session.

He thrust into her and she soon got into a rhythm with him. She soon came again, seemingly now on one orgasm after another.

He reached up and cupped her breast and stroked her nipples as they rode each other with increasing abandonment towards the natural conclusion.

They were making enough noise to wake the dead as he approached his climax and filled her pussy with his seed.

She dismounted him and lay on his side, marvelling in the feeling of sexual fulfilment.

They soon fell asleep and woke with a start as the sun rose and lit the room.

Charlie laughed as he saw the opened but full bottle of wine, "I guess we had other objectives!" he laughed.

Chloe quickly showered and left to go home and get changed. 

There was no hint of meeting again, there was no need. Both knew this was a fling. Both knew neither would get hurt or offended.

Charlie's phone rang at 11.00. It was the solicitors. Could he come in and sign some papers about the house and a statement on the divorce.

Without anything else to do, he drove into town and thought he would sign the papers and then have a pub lunch.

He parked and went into the solicitors' office, a receptionist greeted him warmly.

"Hi," he said smiling at her, "I have just received a call that there are some papers for me to sign."

"Oh yes," she replied. "It was me that called. Come through and I'll bring the papers and witness them for you," she continued leading him into a spartan office. "Please take a seat." 

He sat down and she soon retuned with a pile of papers. "Don't worry, she said smiling warmly at him, "they are not too bad, just a couple of signatures. Do you want to read them or shall I get a solicitor in to explain them?"

"I'll sign, you witness, how is that?" he said.

"Fine, so sign here," he did as she asked, "and here and here."

She then witnessed his signatures. He read her name; Debbie Watson.

"Thank you Debbie," he said.

"No problem, is there anything else we can do for you?"

"Yes," he said. "I fancy a pub lunch, can you recommend any decent pubs here, and it's been ages since I had a pub lunch here.

"Well we use The Plough," she answered. "It's just down the road, 300 yards on the left."

"Good, that's great, thanks," he said standing up.

"Actually I may see you in there; my colleague and I were planning on going there today." She said smiling at him.

"Even better," he said. I'll keep a table for you."

"Ok, see you later," she said.

Charlie found the pub and ordered a drink and some food. He had nearly finished his food when Debbie and her friend turned up. 

Debbie was slim, average height with what seemed a nice figure underneath her business clothes. He guessed she was mid to late thirty's. She introduced her friend, Helen, who was short and fat and ugly. He stood up and offered to buy the girls a drink, but they had already bought their own. He gestured for them to sit down and join him.

They talked and Charlie found out that both Debbie and Helen were secretaries and the Solicitors, but Debbie was training to be a junior solicitor at night school.

"All work and no play?" he asked teasingly.

"I'm afraid so," she laughed as she answered. "That's what my ex said too!"

"Must get a balance," Helen chimed in.

Their food arrived and they ate quickly. Charlie took the initiative and despite their protests, bought another round of drinks.

"We'll be in trouble for being late back," Debbie said.

"I don't think so," Charlie said. "I am a client after all."

"True," they both said looking at each other and then smiled at Charlie.

Helen excused herself and went to the toilet.

"This is a nice place, thanks for the recommendation," Charlie said.

"No problem, I'll send you my invoice for services," Debbie said smiling at Charlie.

"Ok, do I have to save up?" he said.

"No, I am not an expensive girl," she laughed. "A drink will do."

"Ok, when?" he said, seizing the moment.

She hesitated. "I was joking."

"I wasn't," he said looking at her intently.

She paused again. "OK, tonight, here. 6.30?"

"I look forward to it," he said with a warm smile as Helen returned.

"We really have to go back Debs," she said. "Thanks for the drinks, Charlie."

"Yes, thanks," echoed Debbie. She looked embarrassed but mouthed, "see you later."

Charlie was sitting in the bar at 6.15 feeling like 'Billy No Mates', but the last thing he wanted was for Debbie to have to be in a pub on her own. At just after 6.30 she gingerly entered the pub, but her face lit up as she saw Charlie and she walked over to his table, smiling broadly.

"Hello," she said, sitting down.

"Hi," he replied, "what would you like to drink?"

"Work is over, thank God, A dry while wine please."

He went to the bar and returned with a drink for Debbie and a top up for himself.

They chatted, the conversation flowing and they found out bits about each other. Debbie was aware of the reasons for the divorce; she had after all typed up all the details, but didn't probe or ask anything as it would have been unprofessional to do so.

"I bet you see some really juicy stories and reasons for divorce in your job," Charlie asked.

"Oh yes," she replied. "One day I will write a book on it," she laughed.

"Will I get a mention?" he asked smiling at her.

She flicked her hair back playfully, "Oh I couldn't say," she smiled. 

"I always think that there is more to it than there are in the divorce petitions with most cases" she said. "That's the bit I would like to put in a book."

He nodded. There was no mention of him forcing his wife to perform oral sex on him in his petition he thought, smiling to himself.

"Very probably," he said. "But that's very nosey of you," he teased.

She smiled and playfully shrugged her shoulders.

"Now," he said as he drained his glass. "I am starving and would very much like to have dinner with you. So unless you have a good excuse like your husband or someone else's husband is waiting for you, I will be mortally offended if you decline."

She drained her glass and smiled. "I'm not married, none of my friends' husbands are worth the risk and most are busy tonight anyway, so I gladly accept."

"Good," he said. "There are two choices. An Italian or we could pick up a movie, some wine and a take away?"

She pondered a minute.

"Movie wine and take away," she said.

"Sorry," he said, more choices. "Indian, Chinese or," he paused trying to think of another takeaway.

"Chinese," she said saving him from further choices.

He rose and helped her up and they went to the car park, Charlie directing her to his car.

"Do you drive to work?" he asked.

"No, I live a few minutes walk away, I don't have a car," she answered.

They stopped at the DVD store and picked up a new blockbuster that had just been released. The wine store supplied a few bottles of wine and then they went to Charlie's and ordered some Chinese to be delivered.

Charlie poured some wine and asked Debbie to sit down and relax. As he went to the kitchen to get some utensils ready for when the food arrived, he had to kick himself; was it really 24 hours ago he had entertained the estate agent Chloe, now it was the solicitor Debbie. What a life he was leading!

The food soon arrived and they quickly ate it.

Debbie helped him clear up and remarked on his domesticity. He smiled, "I've always said I would make a lovely wife, it's just the," he stopped himself.

"It's just the what?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," he said now a bit embarrassed.

"Come on," she urged, "don't be bashful, you cant tell half a story."

"No, I couldn't."

"Cheat!" she said hitting his arm.

"No, I'd be embarrassed."

"Don't be," she urged, "its just the what?" She was now very curious.

He sighed. "I've always said I would make a lovely wife, it's just the blow jobs I would have a problem with." He looked at her for a reaction.

"I'd heard they stopped after the wedding cake," she said matter of factly but with a hint of a rude smile.

He laughed; "So true!"

"The voice of experience?" 

"Yes, you could say that!"

"Come on," she said smiling, "Lets watch the film before your mind is lost for the evening. I assume there are no blow jobs in the film?" she laughed.

"We live in hope!" he answered laughing as she again hit him playfully.

He loaded the DVD player, turned on the TV and poured two glasses of wine. The bottle was nearby, keeping chilled in its cooler.

They sat side by side on the sofa as the movie started.

She snuggled down and soon her head was resting on his shoulder as they watched the film. 

She leant forward and picked up both glasses of wine, handed one to him and raised her to him; "cheers!"

"Cheers," he replied. They put their glasses back on the table and before she snuggled down, she gently kissed him on the lips. 

"That's nice," he said.

"Yes, now shut up and watch the film," she replied but looked at him and smiled.

A few minutes went by and she said, "Sorry, I need a break." 

"Shall I pause the film?" he asked.

"No, I won't be long," she said, standing up.

"The toilet is down there," he said, pointing to the room.

She soon returned.

"Did I miss much?"

"Just a couple of blow jobs," he laughed,

"Nothing much then," she replied sarcastically, again snuggling down and resting her head on his shoulder.

It was then Charlies turn to move, reaching out and getting the wine glasses. They both took a sip and put them back on the table. This time he leant over and kissed her, gently at first but as she responded, the kiss got a bit more passionate. 

She broke the kiss, "should we stop the film?"

He nodded, and resumed kissing her, their tongues dancing with each other as their kiss got more and more passionate.

He broke the kiss off, and looked at her. He stroked her cheek. "You Ok?"

She nodded, holding his hand against her cheek, and then moving it to her breast. 

"Are you?" she asked, pressing his hand against her soft breast.

He nodded and leant forward to kiss her again, while gently feeling the shape of her breast and loving the feeling of her nipple hardening under her blouse and bra.

He moved his hand and started to unbutton the blouse, exposing her to his eyes. He soon removed her blouse and with a practised hand, undid the bra clip. "Gosh you are experienced," she said, breaking off his kiss again.

He smiled and lowered his head so he could lick and suck her breasts. She gasped as he gently bit the hard nipple and then rolled his tongue around it, meanwhile playing with the other breast.

"Stand up," he said. He helped her stand up and he stood in front of her. He undid the zip of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Gently he lowered her knickers and her saw her pussy for the first time. Not a hair could be seen, she was totally shaved.

He gently touched it, her legs opened to allow him more private access. She was hot and wet but shivered as he continued his exploration and touched her clit and found her opening. He gently inserted a finger and she crouched down to help him.

"That's so nice," she murmurred, as he fingered her and she got wetter and wetter. "I want to see you."

She started undoing his shirt buttons and his belt, quickly disrobing him as he continued fingering her.

He was soon naked and she marvelled at his erect prick.

"Nice," she said appreciating it and stroking it, taking notice of the veins and his reactions as she ran her fingers along and around it.

He removed his fingers from her and licked them.

"You taste fantastic," he whispered.

She didn't answer but knelt down and started licking him and then sucking the end of his prick, before putting more and more into her mouth. She stopped and looked up at him; "so do you,"

She went back to sucking and licking him and then cupped his balls in her hand.

She was enthusiastic and was basically fucking him with her mouth, never letting it come completely out of her mouth; she ran her tongue over his slit and rubbed her lips around his helmet. 

"I'm not going to last!" he cried,

She just grunted and carried on; getting more and more enthusiastic if that was possible.

"Oh God, get ready!" he shouted as he knew he was close to cumming.

She didn't stop and as the first jet of sperm erupted from him, she did her best to swallow as much as she could, not finishing with him until every last drop had been swallowed.

She looked up him. "Nice?"

He nodded and picked her up and held her tightly.

"Very," he smiled.

They kissed, he was aware of a salty taste, him, on her lips but he didn't find this a turn off, if anything the reverse.

He made her sit down and he made her open her legs so her could explore her hairless pussy with his tongue.

She was already very turned on; very wet and ready for his inquisitive tongue and fingers. He put one finger inside her as he licked her clit. 

"Put another in," she pleaded, gyrating her hips to accommodate the exploring finger.

He did, and she asked for a third.

She was close to cumming; three fingers fucking her and his tongue licking her clit.

"Yes, just there, just there!" she cried out. "Keep moving those fingers."

He was doing exactly as she asked and she started to cry out, "Oh my God, Yes, I'm cumming, Oh my God, yes. Yes, there. Just there, I'm cumming, yes,"

She was bucking her hips so much it was virtually impossible for Charlie to keep in contact with her clit and his fingers inside her, but she froze and didn't move as her internal pussy muscles grabbed hold of his fingers and, if was possible, she got even wetter as her orgasm became all consuming.

He withdrew his fingers and watched, mesmerised as her pussy continued to pulsate in the post orgasmic bliss.

"That was special," she sighed, stroking his head as he continued looking at her opening.

He handed her her glass of wine and she closed her legs, much to his disappointment. 

"You can go back there later," she said, smiling and aware of his lustful look.

He smiled at her. "Good, we have unfinished business."

The DVD was now finishing and the credits rolling,

"Good film wasn't it?" he laughed.

"I've seen worse," she smiled, "but the side show was excellent."

He sat down beside her, stroking her upper thigh.

"Yes it was, wasn't it?"




Mid Life Crisis Book 05



She opened her thighs a bit, he continued stroking her upper thigh, now going down to her inner thigh, but stopping just before he got to her pussy.

She looked down and saw that his prick was beginning to show signs of attention. She reached out and touched it, marvelling at the instant reaction.

His exploring hand got a bit bolder and just about touched her pussy. Her legs opened wider, silently imploring him to touch her.

He found it hard to resist the temptation, but eventually, her stroking of his now hard prick, encouraged him to open her up.

"I want this to fuck me," she said, lustfully, "have you any protection?"

"Not needed," he said. "I've had the snip."

"Then fuck me," she pleaded.

He laid her on the sofa, and climbed between her thighs, she opened her legs to accommodate him as he grabbed his erect prick and slowly entered her.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried out as he slowly started thrusting into her.

He thrust slowly, wanting to prolong the experience; she meanwhile was urging him to go faster as she was approaching another climax. He kept a steady rhythm as she got more a more frantic until she cried out in ecstasy as another orgasm took hold of her body. Charlie stopped in mid stroke as she came, and then following her pleading started gently thrusting again, seemingly prolonging her orgasm.

He was aware of a tingling in his balls, the tell tale sign that he was getting close. He tried to slow down some more, but Debbie wasn't having any of it.

"No, please don't. Go faster!" she pleaded, running her hands over his back and lifting her legs up to somehow get ore of him in her.

"I can't stop cumming," she cried again. "What are you doing to me?"

He knew he was very close and what ever he was doing was soon going to end.

"I'm going to cum!" he cried, as he spurt once, twice, three times maybe more into her as his orgasm filled her and relieved him.

He slowly pulled out of her and lay down to regain his breath.

They lay together in silence.

"I had better go," she said.

"Cant you stay?" he asked.

"No, but thank you," she said, hugging him and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

She stood up and again he lustfully took at her nudity.

She put her knickers and bra on and went to the toilet, returning to put the rest of her clothes on.

Charlie was still lying on the sofa, but had put his boxers on.

She knelt down, "I'll order a cab, I think you have had too much to drink to take me home," she smiled.

"Are you sure you won't stay?" he asked.

She thought for a moment. 

"OK, but will you take me home early tomorrow?"

"Of course," he replied, kissing her on the lips.

They went to bed and quickly fell asleep. 

How many does this make? Charlie asked himself as he drifted off.

Charlie woke and looked at the clock. 6.05.

Debbie was fast asleep. He gently woke her. "It's just gone six," 

"Ok," she sleepily replied.

Charlie got up and went downstairs. Is she a coffee of tea girl he pondered?

Deciding on coffee, he made two cups and went back upstairs. She was getting dressed and thanked him for the coffee.

He quickly got dressed and within minutes was taking her into town and dropping her outside a modern block of flats.

"Thanks, Charlie," she said. "I look forward to looking after your case and seeing you around."

"Yes, me too," he said.

They kissed each other and she ran off to the entrance of the flats. He turned around and headed home and back to bed.

His sleep was woken by the phone ringing.

"Hello," he sleepily said, not looking at the caller ID.

"Hi, it's Sue." 

Silence.

"Sue, Barry's husband, your recent shag partner," she giggled.

"Oh that Sue," he laughed, inwardly dreading what she wanted.

"I thought it was some time since we had seen each other and Barry is away tomorrow, so I thought, maybe, you know, we could," she then hesitated.

"Yes?" he said.

"Don't play with me Charlie. Actually, that is what I want you to do. Play with me. Can we have another illicit liaison?"

"Oh, I see."

"Charlie, you're a bastard." 

He laughed.

"Well can I come over and see you tomorrow?"

"OK," he said, not over enthusiastically.

"Well thanks for your welcome," she said sarcastically. 

He could sense she was not happy. 

"Yea, sorry Sue, I'm not with it, I have just woken up. Come over after lunch tomorrow."

"Good," she said enthusiastically now, "see you then."

Charlie aimlessly killed time for the rest of the day and a half. He had just finished a light lunch when the door bell chimed.

Opening the door, Sue stood there with an overnight bag and a bottle of wine.

"Come in," he said, standing to one side to let her enter the hall.

She stepped in and put the bag and wine down, before leaning into Charlie and kissing him.

"Good to see you Charlie," she said. "I thought with Barry away, we could spend some time together."

"Great," he said trying to sound more enthusiastic than he really was. "Come through, shall we open the bottle?"

"Or should we go to bed?" she said, her intentions clear.

Charlie smiled; "we have loads of time, let's have a drink first."

He went to the kitchen and got a bottle opener and two glasses.

Sue, meanwhile, had made herself comfortable in the lounge.

"Have you missed me?" she asked, "I have missed you. Barry still isn't interested in me."

"Oh dear," he said ignoring the question.

"So what shall we do?" she said crossing her legs and showing an expanse of thigh, which despite himself, Charlie found arousing.

"Well," he said, pouring the wine, "we could discuss the political situation in South Africa or we could think about the best way of fucking each others brains out."

"I like the second option," she smiled, sipping the wine. "I have something new to show you by the way," she added teasingly.

"Yes, what's that?"

"Shall I show you here?"

He nodded.

Sue put her glass down and stood up and walked towards where Charlie sat, stopping in front of him.

Charlie was intrigued, but tried to show a total non interest.

She started to undo her blouse and showed her bra less breasts, her nipples getting harder as they were exposed to the air.

"First there is this," she said showing a small devil tattoo on her right breast.

"Nice," he said nodding and looking at her breasts, they really were very special.

Sue then undid her skirt, stepping out and showing firstly that she had gone commando, secondly that she was now totally shaved and finally, she pointed to another tattoo, a small snake, on her inner thigh; the snakes tongue looking as if it was going to lick her bare pussy.

"You like?"

"Yes, I would like to be the snake," he said pulling her onto his lap, and kissing her roughly on the lips while caressing her breasts.

She broke the kiss, "its not fare, you are still dressed."

She got off his lap and bent down to remove his polo shirt and undo his trousers. He smiled as she removed his clothing, but offered no assistance.

He was soon naked and she sat back on his lap, enjoying the feeling of flesh on flesh.

The resumed their kissing as his hands roamed her body, over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, down to her pussy, enjoying the feeling of the lack of pubic hair and stroking and fingering her.

She was already very wet and accommodated his finger as it alternated between finger fucking her and stroking her clit.

He stopped kissing her and moved so he could suck on her nipple.

She was very turned on, it was clear she would soon cum, so he doubled his efforts and fingered and stroked her wet pussy as she moaned louder and louder, her enjoyment clear by the noise and the jerking of her hips.

"Make me cum," she pleaded.

He gently bit her nipple; she seemed to enjoy that so he bit harder.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "harder."

She now grabbed his hand and forced it so that his finger was as far as it could go inside her pulsating pussy. She was cumming and she couldn't stop. Unable to talk she kept moaning and shaking and forcing herself against his finger, her muscles clasping and relaxing as her orgasm showed no signs of abating.

Eventually it did subside and she relaxed, allowing him to remove his finger.

She sat up and looked at him. "My God, I don't think I have ever cum like that before!"

He smiled and said nothing.

Sue moved off his lap and looked at his hard prick.

She bent down so her mouth was inches away as she gently stroked him, moving the foreskin over the head and back. She gently blew on it before licking the end and then putting the head in her mouth, gently sucking him.

He moaned and sat back, enjoying the sensation. She was very good.

She sucked hard and then soft, concentrating on the head and the rim, stroking him with her hand at the same time, Charlie knew he would soon cum.

"That is so good, I wont last you know,"

Sue didn't stop; she kept the same rhythm as he moaned louder. 

"Sue, get ready!" he cried, moments before filling her receptive mouth with a load of sperm. She didn't stop until he pleaded with her to do so. 

She looked up at him and smiled, wiping some sperm from the side of her mouth and licking her finger.

"I know someone that likes that," she said, patting his prick, which was quickly getting flaccid.

He nodded.

She got up and passed him his wine before sitting back on his lap.

They made small talk and laughed about previous experiences that had had as couples and what Barry would say if he saw her now.

The afternoon wore on, and they both were getting peckish. Charlie went upstairs and got a couple of bath robes. They both went into the kitchen and started raiding the cupboards and fridge to make supper. Charlie picked up a cucumber and laughed as he lewdly put it between his legs; "that will make you smile," he laughed.

"Oh yes," she said her eyes wide open.

She turned around and continued her food preparation as Charlie moved behind her. She tried to ignore him as he raised her robe and she felt something cold slide down her bum cheeks.

"You dirty bastard," she smiled as he slid the cucumber up and down her cheeks.

"Open your legs," he said.

She hesitated, but then did as he asked, allowing him to now slide the cucumber along her slit, still wet from the afternoons activity.

"Charlie, no!" she cried, but she couldn't hide the fact it was turning her on and she squatted a bit to open herself up.

Charlie changed the angle and he managed to get the tip of the cucumber inside her.

"Oh my God, that feels so strange," she said as Charlie forced it in a bit more.

He laughed as she moved again to ease his access to her.

He started fucking her with the cucumber, slowly entering and withdrawing from her.

"Play with your clit," he commanded.

She didn't need to be told twice and started playing with herself as he continued his playing with the cucumber.

She started to rock and press herself against him.

"Oh God, I'm cumming already," she said as her fingers played with her clit and the cucumber entered her even more, stretching her wet pussy to accommodate it.

She froze as she did cum, Charlie stopped all movements leaving the cucumber obscenely hanging between her legs.

He gently removed the fruit and let her robe drop. 

"Naughty girl," he mocked. "You enjoyed that didn't you?"

"Yes," she said, "I would never have thought it, now lets eat and," she smiled and pointed at the cucumber, "I guess that needs a wash!"

They finished their preparation and sat down and eat.

"Fancy a banana?" Charlie asked when they had finished.

She smiled. "You don't give up do you?" 

He laughed. "No I don't."

They moved to the lounge and sat next to each other. Charlie leant in for a kiss. "You OK?"

She nodded, returning the kiss.

"Let's go upstairs," she said, standing up and reaching out to Charlie, lifting him up.

They walked to his room and she turned around to face him, undoing her robe and stepping out of it.

He did likewise and reached out to hold her, starting to kiss her passionately.

They fell onto the bed as their kissing consumed them; his hands exploring her as she opened herself to his inquisitive touching.

He turned her around and made her lie on all fours, her bum in the air.

He stroked her pussy and upwards to her tradesman's entrance, circling her tight puckered hole, his indication clear.

He reached into the bedside draw and found what he was looking for, a tube of KY. 

Liberally smearing the jel on his fingers and around her bum, he put one then two fingers inside her. Sue offered no resistance as he entered her secret hole and murmured appreciatively as the exploring fingers plunged ever deeper.

He stopped and put some more KY on his hard prick and then slowly and carefully entered her. She remained totally still but sighed as he slowly continued entering her until he was fully in. He withdrew a bit and then fully entered her again, before he started slowly thrusting. The naughtiness of the act, her total acceptance of him and the obvious enjoyment were having an effect as he thrust harder and faster. He stopped to put some more KY on him and around her open and gapping hole, before he resumed the act, the end being close as he cried out and filled her with his seed.

He slowly withdrew and lay down exhausted, his prick covered in a mixture of sperm and KY. 

Sue lay down too.

Neither spoke for a while.

"What would Barry say now?" Charlie said. "His wife fucked up the arse by his friend."

She didn't reply for a while,

"Probably the same as Jane," she said smiling. "They wouldn't take it well."

"You take it OK," he said stroking her bum and trying to enter her again with his finger. 

She brushed him away. "You're insatiable!"

He nodded; "And you point is?"

"That's why I am here," she said smiling and rolling over and lying on her back.

They soon fell asleep, waking in the small hours and having another quick fuck, before waking properly at about 8.00.

Sue got up and showered and was not at all put out when she felt her back being massaged, soon followed by the unmistakable feeling of a hard prick pressed against the small of her back.

"Good morning," Sue said as the hands now found their way to her front and started massaging her breasts, making her nipples once again become hard as Charlie played and tweaked them, marvelling at their responsiveness.

He continued massaging them with one hand while his other hand moved lower and starting playing with her pussy.

She moan appreciatively as his finger found how wet she was and entered her, touching her sensitive clit as he played with her. She opened her legs to help him access her. 

Charlie asked her to lean forward. As she did, he grabbed his dick and let it slide along her wet and aroused slit, resting at her opening. She wriggled and reached down, guiding him inside her.

He started thrusting into her, one hand still massaging her breast, the other stroking the cheeks of her bum as he fucked her from behind.

She was turned on and met his thrusting rhythm as the water in the shower continued to fall onto them.

They moaned in the shared enjoyment and his thrusting became more urgent. His desire became overwhelming; he didn't care about her enjoyment as he reached his climax. Sue didn't care, she was nearly coming herself, enjoying the ravishing that Charlie was doing to her compliant body.

He grunted and stopped; he came inside her. The sensation of which was enough to push her over the edge and join him, her internal muscles clasping his jerking prick as she came at the same time.

They broke apart and laughed, before washing each other clean.

A leisurely breakfast followed with both Charlie and Sue sexually satiated and sitting in their gowns, before Sue decided that she had better go home before Barry returned.

She dressed and kissed Charlie farewell before rushing home.

Charlie decided to go into town and have a pub lunch; unfortunately Debbie from the solicitors wasn't there so he had lunch on his own.

An afternoon spent in front of the TV was followed by an evening of doing the same.

His solitude was broken by the ringing of the door bell.

He got up and opened the door, surprised to see Jane standing there.

"Hello," she said sheepishly.

"Err, hello," he said, "do you want to come in?"

She nodded and stepped into the hall.

"How are you?" he asked.

"OK," she nodded. "Yea, I'm OK," she smiled.

"Good, come on through," he said walking towards the lounge and sitting down.

"Thanks," she said sitting down, somewhat nervously.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

Jane nodded.

He went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine.

"Remember the last wine we drank?" she said looking at him.

He nodded. "I do, I do indeed," his mind taking him back to the evening she came and they ended up having the best sex they had had for ages.

"So do I," she said, now blushing.

They were both quiet, Jane breaking the silence: "I'm sorry to disturb you," she said, "but I was just passing and wanted to stop and say hi, nothing more."

"That's nice," he said, "and you're not disturbing me. I was just channel hopping trying to find something decent to watch."

"Oh, good," she said.

They were both quiet again, both sipping their drinks and deep in thought.

"What have you been up to?" she asked, "anything interesting?"

"No, not really," he replied. "You?"

"No, nothing much either," she smiled at him.

"Let me top your glass up," Charlie said, going to the kitchen.

"Ok, but just the one, I am driving and I will not stay today," she laughed as she continued, "I'm not sure having sex with your soon to be ex husband is the thing to do!"

"Oh, I don't know, I thought it was bloody good," he said raising his glass and smiling warmly at her.

"That's as maybe," she said, "and I didn't say it wasn't good, it's just wrong."

They both smiled at each other. 

"Well I won't tell anybody," he said.

"Good, I should hope not!" 

"How is the house sale going?" she asked.

"Not bad," he said. "I've even managed to screw the estate agent and the solicitor," he laughed.

"In your dreams!" 

If only you knew he thought. "Yea, in my dreams."

"Seriously, I think it is going OK, a couple came round a few days ago and they seem interested and the estate agent is expecting them, to make an offer."

"Good," Jane said, but not sure she really meant it.

"How's your Mum?" he asked.

"Driving me crazy!" she smiled. "That's one of the reasons I was passing, I just had to get out of the house. She is treating me like a two year old!"

He smiled at her. "I can imagine."

"She is always digging about what happened between us," she sipped her wine; "she won't let it drop. She just doesn't get it that I don't want to talk about it."

"You should tell her what happened the last time we met up," he joked.

"God, she would freak," she laughed. "She would die if she thought I was having sex with you!"

"I'm not that bad, am I?" he said in mock indignation.

"No, your not, you certainly hit my buttons, but that's not the point; having sex with a soon to be ex is...."

He smiled.

"And you know you hit my buttons," she said quietly. "That's the problem."

"What is?" 

She sighed. "I was a bloody fool, and I know we can't go back, but the sex we had last week, was the best I can remember and I threw it all away. I was so turned on and, well you know, it was great."

He nodded. 

"Look, thanks for the drink, I'd better go," she said.

She put her glass down and stood up.

"Bye Charlie, sorry to have interrupted your evening."

He also stood up; "You didn't interrupt anything, it was good to see you.




Mid Life Crisis Book 05



She went to kiss him, but held back. He noticed and grabbed her, holding her close, feeling her melt into his arms.

She buried her head into his shoulder. 

He pulled her away and looked at her, she was crying.

He hugged her again and patted her back.

"Come on Jane, its OK."

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm a fool, sorry."

"Stop it, its OK," he said, holding her close.

He looked at her, looked deep into her eyes. He got closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips.

"No, Charlie."

He kissed her again.

"No, please don't."

He kissed her again.

She responded to his kiss, and then stopped. "No, please no, it's wrong."

Ignoring her, he kissed her again. She responded even more, moaning as their kiss increased in passion.

"Charlie, this is so wrong."

He nodded and resumed kissing her.

His hands roamed over her back, pressing her into him.

She had given up trying to resist and was holding him close, her hands roaming over his back.

Charlie's hands roamed lower, clasping her bum. His hands then went down inside the waistband of her jeans. They were too tight for him to reach down, so he brought his hand to the front and undid the button and lowered the zip. This enabled him to now grasp her bum and stroke it inside her silk knickers. 

She moaned as his hand glided over her, her jeans loose around her waist. He explored lower, trying to get his hand between her legs.

Unable to do so, he removed his hand and broke the kiss. 

"Come here," he said huskily, leading her towards the sofa.

She stood helplessly as he removed her jeans and knickers. He undid the buttons of her blouse and removed it, swiftly followed by her bra.

She was now naked, his eyes taking all of her in as though he had never seen her before.

He held her and kissed her again.

He cupped a breast and she held him to it, her moans urging him to lick and suck it.

His hand was stroking her pussy; she helped his inquisitive hand by opening her legs. She was very wet. She was very turned on and to her amazement felt she was close to cumming.

He made he sit down on the sofa and quickly stripped his own clothes off. Jane was in a trance. Turned on like she couldn't believe, but knew she shouldn't be doing what she was doing.

Charlie returned to playing with her soaking wet pussy.

"Oh yes, that's good!" she cried as he put two fingers inside her. He knelt down and looked closely at her pussy, open to him and his exploring fingers. He could smell her arousal. He could see her clit, begging to be touched. He bent down and licked it.

That was too much for Jane. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" she cried "yes, yes there!"

He continued fingering and licking her as her orgasm overtook her body and he only stopped as it finished and she slumped in exhaustion.

She looked at him and smiled,

"You are a bad man, but thank you."

He smiled back at her, not needing to say anything.

She sat up and looked at him kneeling beside the sofa. She looked at his erect manhood and reached out and touched it, sliding her hand along its length. She bent down and licked the end, before putting it inside her mouth and sucking it, her tongue finding the slit at the end.

She stroked it and continued sucking it, despite her fears in the past she wanted to taste him. 

She felt him get harder and felt him move, thrusting into her mouth. For a moment she was frightened he would make her gag, he would force himself down her throat, but she found she could control his movements and let him thrust. He was fucking her mouth. The noises of him moaning in satisfaction and the sucking noises filled the room. She thought he was getting close as his movements became jerkier.

"Oh God, that's good!" he shouted as she redoubled her efforts with her tongue.

"I'm nearly there!"

She grunted to acknowledge she knew.

"I going to cum!" he cried and a moment later she felt and tasted the first spurt of cum as he filled her mouth with his man fluid.

She couldn't swallow fast enough and much of it dribbled out of her mouth. Neither of them cared. He was beyond caring; she was turned on, knowing she had satisfied her man. Her ex man.

She let him take his softening prick out of her mouth and tried to clear up the mess she had made, most of which had dribbled onto her chin and down onto her breasts.

He looked at her lustfully, not believing what he was seeing.

His breathing returned to normal and they looked at each other and smiled.

"We were idiots weren't we?" she said. "I know there is no going back, but this shows we could have made it work. I know I did wrong and that's why we can't go back, but we should never have let it get so stale."

He nodded in agreement.

"So, can I stay the night?" she asked.

"I think so," he replied smiling as he stood up and helped her up.

They walked upstairs to "their" bed and were soon hugging and kissing again.

She noticed he was soon hard and gladly agreed to his request to have it doggy style. As he made love to her, he played with her rear entrance; she offered no resistance as he circled it and gently put the tip of his finger in. using some of the copious amount of fluid from her pussy, he made it wet so he could put more of his finger in. As she climaxed, he had half his finger in, her movements and cries of passion indicating she was enjoying the experience.

He soon orgasmed too, filling her with his seed. 

They fell asleep and woke early, but he was unable to perform; he was drained and physically exhausted. 

Jane left after breakfast and wished him well. There was no mention if they would get together again.



Mid Life Crisis Book 06



A few days went by and nothing of note happened. Charlie had met Debbie from the solicitors and had a pleasant lunch but no plans were made for another more intimate get together.

He had also seen Chloe from the estate agents; again very cordial but nothing was mentioned about getting together again.

He was watching TV when the door bell rang. He went to the door and opened it to see Sue there. Her face looked like thunder.

"You bastard!" she hissed, punching him with both hands.

He tried to protect himself by grabbing both her hands.

"Hey, steady on!" he said. "What the hell,"

"You knew. You knew all along. How could you Charlie?"

"What? Look come in; tell me what the hell is going on," he said dragging her in and shutting the door.

"You knew, you bastard," she screamed. "You knew Barry had been shagging Jane. You fucking well caught them at it. But you played the dumb idiot so you could fuck me. You bastard!"

"Hey come, on," he said. "I admit I didn't tell you about Barry, but that was to protect you and maybe let you salvage your marriage. And you weren't exactly an unwilling participant in the shagging stakes were you Sue. Now come and sit down. What happened, as if I didn't know?"

She started crying and Charlie went and got some tissues. Wine didn't seem appropriate.

Between sobs, Sue told Charlie that she and Barry had had a big row, and during the row, he told her he had had an affair with Jane and that Charlie had caught them together.

"Did you tell him about us?" he asked.

"Why, are you worried?"

"No, I just wondered."

"No I didn't," she said. "Should I have done?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's all messed up so probably doesn't matter now."

"Why didn't you tell me Charlie?"

"As I said, I tried to protect you." 

She was getting her crying under control.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Don't know," she said, "probably divorce him."

"Isn't the marriage saveable?"

She shook her head. "He played away."

"Sue, sorry to point something out, but so did you!"

"That's different."

He laughed. "Why, because you didn't get caught?"

She nodded, but smiled as the absurdity of the situation dawned on her.

"Charlie, lets face it, the marriage was dead, as it seems yours was, so we might as well be sensible and finish it. We don't love each other, haven't for ages and we make each other unhappy. I wouldn't have gone to bed with you if I was happy with Barry."

"Well thanks for nothing; I'm a sympathy fuck now am I?"

"No, I didn't mean it that way. I have no regrets and loved every thing we did. I also hope we can do it again," she said looking at him longingly.

Neither spoke for a moment.

"Can I have a drink please?" she asked.

"Sure, wine?"

Sue nodded.

He went to get the wine, soon reappearing with two glasses and an open bottle.

"Have you seen anything of Jane?" Sue asked.

"Yes," he said. "I saw here a few days ago." 

"How are things?"

"Actually, they are fine," he answered. "We're getting on better than we have for ages. We're not getting back together but we are civil to each other."

"That's good," she said thoughtfully. "It shows that there is hope."

He nodded.

The door bell rang. They both looked at each other. "Does Barry know you are here?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head.

He got up and opened the door. Jane stood there. "Hi," she smiled brightly,

"Hello," he hesitatingly answered.

"I'm interrupting something aren't I?" she said trying not to make it obvious she was looking around him.

Before he could say or do anything, Sue appeared. "Hello Jane,"

"Hi Sue," she replied, surprised to see Sue of all people in what had been her house.

"Look, come in." Charlie said. "I think we all need to talk and clear the air."

Jane stepped in and they all walked into the lounge.

"I'm sorry if I am interrupting anything," Jane said, seeing the two glasses on the table.

"No, you're not," both Charlie and Sue answered, almost in unison.

"Let me get you a drink Jane," Charlie said, "meantime, please sit down."

He returned with a glass. The two women were not talking, the atmosphere was tense. He filled a glass with wine and handed it to Jane.

"Look, let's try and clear the air Jane. Sue has just found out about you and Barry."

Jane let out a gasp and looked aghast. She was about to say something, when Charlie stopped her.

"And Sue and I have had a bit of fun too, so she cant take the moral high ground," he said looking at Sue, "especially as what happened between us happened before she knew about Barry and you," He looked at Jane.

"This is probably very uncomfortable for both of you, especially as you were friends. None of us come out of this well, but we are all consenting adults and have to live by our actions. Hopefully we can be civil."

Jane looked at Charlie, "Your right, but Sue I have to say sorry. I was wrong and shouldn't have..."

"Stop it Jane," Sue interrupted her, getting up to hug her. "As Charlie says we have all done wrong, but we have done things with our eyes open, well most of the time," she smiled, "and have to now go forward. If things were well between Barry and me, I guess he wouldn't have, you know, got together with you. Equally if you and Charlie were happy, you wouldn't have got together with Barry. I know if I was happy, I would have resisted Charlie," she smiled.

"So, let's drink to that," Charlie said, pleased the atmosphere was lighter and the women hadn't started scratching each others eyes out.

They all raised their glasses.

"Charlie tells me that you guys are getting on better," Sue said talking to Jane.

Jane nodded; "yes, much better. Sometimes too well," giving Charlie a sly glance.

Sue looked confused by her last statement. 

"She doesn't mean we are getting back together, but we have got on very well at times," Charlie quickly added.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Sue asked.

"What?" Jane said.

"You haven't shagged have you?" Sue said, with amazement in her voice.

Neither Charlie nor Jane answered.

"You have, haven't you?" Sue cried out. "You naughty people!" she sighed. "Well I never, that is amazing!" 

Charlie and Jane remained silent.

"I can't believe it, but it's fantastic. Good for you that you can be adult about it!" Sue said, looking from Charlie to Jane and back. "I have total respect, and also respect for Charlie's stamina," she laughed.

"Yes," Jane said joining in; grateful she wasn't being cast as the local whore. "Two women Charlie, how do you do it? There haven't been more have there?"

He looked as though he was thinking.

"Oh yes, you had those two in your dreams," Jane said. "The estate agent and the solicitor," she laughed.

"Are you sure it was only your dreams, Charlie," Sue asked.

"Must have been Sue, he didn't have time if he was with you and me!" Jane laughed.

"Jesus," Charlie exclaimed, "what's this, pick on Charlie time?" 

They all laughed and drank from their glasses. "Another one of your dreams is it, being picked on by two women?" Sue asked, teasing him.

"Probably," Jane said, answering for him. "All men dream of a three some don't they?"

"I guess so," Sue said.

Charlie stood up and replenished their glasses, finishing the bottle.

"I suppose it's better picking on me than fighting each other," he sighed, walking out the room and quickly returning with another bottle.

"This is an amazing situation isn't it?" Sue said thoughtfully. "Look at the permutations of who has had who, all that's missing is Barry!" she laughed.

"Maybe not a good idea to invite him?" Charlie said. 

"No, best not," Sue agreed. Jane nodded in agreement.

"What is also amazing there is no jealousy, well none that I can sense," Sue said, looking particularly at Jane.

"No," Jane agreed, touching Sue on the arm in support of her agreement.

"Good," Jane said putting her hand on top of Sues.

"A bit of girl on girl action?" Charlie smiled.

"In your dreams again," Jane laughed.

"Yea, we need to be careful about these dreams!" Sue said, laughing as she stroked Jane's arm in an affectionate manner.

"Oh, that's nice," Jane said leaning closer to Sue.

"You girls!" exclaimed Charlie, draining his glass before refilling it and topping up the girls glasses.

"He's trying to get us pissed!" Sue said still stroking Jane's arm.

"I wonder what he would like to see?" Jane said.

"I bet it's rude," Sue replied.

They both laughed and as Sue stopped stroking Jane's arm, they took a sip from their wine glasses.

"Very nice little show," Charlie sighed, "very nice indeed."

Sue looked at Jane, "have you ever done it with another woman?"

Jane shook her head, "No, have you?"

"No I haven't," she replied. "Have you ever been interested?"

Jane paused. "I guess so," she said looking at Charlie. "It was years ago, but we never talked about it and it was never such a desire that I was going to do anything about it. What about you?"

"Same, thought about it as a youngster, but never discussed it with Barry or other boy friends and never knew a girl well enough to suggest it."

Charlie was intrigued. "By what your saying, most woman must have thought about it, but I can guaranty most men will never have thought about doing it with another guy."

The two girls looked deep in thought. "But somehow, two guys are different; I know its sex and all that, but it's still different," Sue said.

"I agree, but it's weird. Charlie, what would the difference be between getting a blow job from a guy and from a woman? The end result is the same." Jane added.

"Your right of course," Charlie replied after thinking about it, "but I don't think I could get the point of receiving one from a guy, God no!" he shuddered at the thought.

The girls laughed. "No I can see that," Jane said.

Charlie finished the bottle between them, "I think another one is called for, don't you?"

"Only if I can crash here tonight," Jane said enquiringly.

"Me too, I can't drive now," Sue said.

"No problem on either count," Charlie said, wondering about the logistics and who slept where, not aware that Sue and Jane were having similar thoughts.

Charlie returned with another bottle and filled their glasses, intrigued where the conversation would head.

"Jane was telling me that the house sale seems to be progressing," Sue said, 

"Yes," Charlie replied, "supposedly a young couple that saw it a few days will make an offer, but so far there has been nothing. We shall see."

"Have you had any thoughts where you will go?" Sue asked looking at both of them.

Jane shrugged her shoulders. "I would like to stay around here, probably get a flat or something, I know I can stay at my Mum's much longer she is driving me mad!" she smiled. "I did initially think about travelling, but I really don't know."

"No idea," Charlie said. "A lack of a job is a bit of a problem, but I have a few irons in the fire."

Both girls looked inquisitive.

"Do tell," Sue said.

"Oh, its early days, but when I disappeared for a few days, you know, after err, things went wrong," he looked at Jane, who couldn't hold his look, "I went down to the west country and stayed in a pub, a bed and breakfast place. Anyway, I got to know the owner and helped out a bit, and there is an open offer to return and maybe stay there, so that's one. The other thought is to try and expand my photography hobby into a business. The bottom line is I don't know yet."

"The pub sounds intriguing," Jane said.

"What's the landlord like?" Sue asked.

"Landlady," Charlie corrected her, regretting it the moment the word left his lips.

"Oh, I see another woman!" Sue laughed. "Charlie, you're terrible!"

He had the good nature to blush.

"You really are enjoying a mid life crisis aren't you Charlie," Jane added.

"What can I say!" he replied shrugging his shoulders.

"So, this landlady," Sue left the question hanging.

"Yes, come on, do tell," Jane added, smiling and with no hint of jealousy.

"Nothing much to tell," he said finishing the bottle between them. "Nice lady who seemed to welcome my help. Don't know what will happen."

"Single, married, divorced?" Sue asked.

"Divorced."

"Kids?" Jane asked.

Charlie shook his head.

"Well what ever you do Charlie, I hope it works out for you," Sue said draining her glass. "Now I am a bit pissed and need to go to bed, which room shall I use?"

Charlie and Jane looked at each other. "Use the guest room, top of the stairs on the right," Jane said.

"OK, thanks," she replied standing up and kissing Jane on the cheek, before going over and doing similar to Charlie. "Good night."

"Good night," Charlie and Jane replied.

"I should do the same," Jane said after a moment's silence. 

"What room?" Charlie asked.

She didn't answer for a bit, but toyed with her glass.

"What room would you like me to use?"

He hesitated. "Mine," then correcting himself, "ours."

They drained their glasses and silently went up stairs, into their room where they hugged and kissed like young teenagers.

"I'm not jealous about anything you have done Charlie, you know that don't you?" 

He nodded.

"Our marriage had run its course, we both know that. I finished it, but can still enjoy the physical side and I know it's wrong and should stop."

He tried to kiss her but she stopped him. "Let me finish please."

"OK."

"It's wrong we are still sleeping together, but we do enjoy it don't we?"

He nodded.

"And I am not jealous of Sue and this landlady or anyone else you may have slept with. I maybe envious because I know you will be making sure they are having a good time, but I am not jealous."

"Have you finished?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Good," he said and held her tight and started kissing her; she responded passionately and they both let their hands roam over each other. They were soon naked on the bed, happy to continue their kissing and stroking each other in a slow sensuous manner.

Their moaned into each others mouths as they enjoyed each others attention and the effect it was having. Both were getting incredibly turned on.

They did not hear the knock on the door. They did not hear the door open. They did not see Sue enter the room.

Jane saw her first and froze. Charlie opened his eyes to see what the problem was.

"Don't stop," Sue whispered, "please don't stop. It looks wonderful."

Charlie and Sue looked at each other and then at Sue. The laughter and teasing of downstairs had taken a serious turn and neither was sure what to do.

"I'm sorry," Sue said quietly, still looking at the two of them lying naked on the bed, entwined in each others arms. "I didn't want to interrupt, but I had to go to the toilet and heard you, and I just wanted to see what you were doing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done. I should have gone back to bed."

Charlie looked at her. "Don't apologise, but it is a bit embarrassing."

Jane nodded, still holding tightly on Charlie.

The room was silent. Sue couldn't move and couldn't stop looking at Charlie and Jane.

"I will go," she said but made no attempt to move.

Charlie and Jane didn't move. They felt they couldn't. They remained holding each other tightly, but were no longer caressing each other.

"I've always wanted to see another couple make love," Sue sighed. 

"Sue, this is so awkward," Jane said. "We are all breaking boundaries here. Charlie and I shouldn't be doing this. I bear no animosity to you, I'm not jealous of what you and Charlie had or have. But I'm not sure I can," she hesitated. "I'm not sure I can be watched."

Charlie remained silent.

Sue nodded. "I understand."

Jane continued. "But equally, we are at the end of an era," her bravery was beginning to show now, "maybe we should just see how things flow."

Sue looked hopeful. 

"Kiss me Charlie," Jane said. "Let's try."

Charlie kissed her, she was soon responding and within minutes they were caressing each other as they had been before Sue had entered the room.

Charlie was soon stroking her very wet pussy and sucking on her breasts. Out of the cornet of his eye, he saw Sue. She had stripped off and was sitting on the chair, her legs wide apart and she was playing with herself.

Jane had her eyes firmly shut. She seemingly could only do this without seeing Sue. After a few minutes, it appeared her curiosity got the better of her and she opened her eyes and looked around, and saw Sue. Theirs eyes met as Sue played with herself and Jane enjoyed what Barry was doing to her, aware her orgasm was not far away.

Charlie moved and was now licking at Jane's clit, fingering her deeply. She moaned appreciatively as Charlie continued his attention to her, working her towards her orgasm.

Jane and Sue were looking at each other, their eyes locked as they both approached their peaks.

Sue removed her fingers from her pussy and stood up. She gingerly stepped towards the bed and reached out, touching Jane's hard nipple, loving the feel of it. 

Jane moaned, "Yes, that's nice."

Charlie looked up, aware of movement, and saw Sue caressing Jane's breast and nipple.

"Don't stop Charlie," Jane implored him, concerned he may stop.

Jane reached out and touched Sue's thigh. She hesitatingly stroked it, her movements unsteady.

Sue moaned and opened her legs, silently inviting Jane to be bolder.

Jane could see her shaven pussy. She could see her snake tattoo. She slowly moved her finger and touched the tattoo, moving to the tongue that was so close to Sue's pussy. Jane could sense the arousal, she could feel the heat, and she could see how wet Sue was. Sue opened her legs some more.

"Yes Jane, touch me," she whispered.

Jane let her finger trail along Sue's wet hairless pussy. She felt her clit, erect and praying for attention. She felt her wetness and her opening. She slowly let her finger enter her, marvelling at the moan that Sue made as she entered her.

Charlie was re-doubling his efforts and was having the desired effect as Jane's body language made it clear she was very close to coming.

"Yes," she cried out as she made more jerky movements, fingering Sues accommodating pussy as Charlie fingered and licked her to orgasm.

Sue started squatting harder on Jane's finger. She too was getting close to cumming, and kept alternating her look from Jane to Charlie who was between Jane's open legs.

"Oh God, yes!" Jane cried. All semblance of modesty now lost as she bucked harder against Charlie her orgasm taking over. She tried to keep fingering Sue but had to stop for a moment until wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her. 

Sue was too close herself to stop, so started playing with herself again, as she saw Jane recover from her orgasm.

She remained standing beside the bed, her groin almost level with Jane's head.

As Jane recovered she moved so her face was nearer to Sue's pussy, breathing deeply.

"Lick her Jane," she heard Charlie say, his voice full of lust.

Sue felt her hands being moved and she looked down, Jane was getting closer and closer and the next thing she felt was Jane's tongue licking her clit.

She again opened her legs wider, almost unable to remain standing as this oral touch sent her over the edge. She came with a cry and Charlie stood to hold her, otherwise she was sure that she would have collapsed and Jane's tongue continued licking her, prolonging the orgasm until it almost became painful and she asked Jane to stop,

"No more, Jane, please stop, I can't take anymore," she said smiling at her friend.

An awkward silence fell on the room. Charlie sat down on the bed, Jane remained lying on the bed and Sue remained standing.

Jane reached out and found Sues hand. She held it. 

"You OK?" 

Sue nodded. "Are you?"




Mid Life Crisis Book 06



Jane smiled. "Yes, I am now."

Charlie looked from one to the other. He had been through so much; experienced so many things; seen and heard so many different practices; but this scene, his estranged wife and her friend; his revenge fuck as he nearly thought of Sue once, was too much. He smiled to himself.

Jane looked up at Sue, then at Charlie. She looked at his hard prick, standing to attention. She looked at Sue again and, still holding her hand, pointed to Charlie.

"Do you think we should help him?"

Sue smiled, and crouched down so her face and Jane's were close. "Yes, I do."

She leant forward and kissed Jane on the lips. Jane opened her lips and within seconds they were having a full on French kiss.

Jane reached up and felt Sue's breasts. Sue did likewise to Jane's.

Charlie sat there, silently taking in the show.

The broke their kiss and smiled affectionately at each other.

Sue reached out and touched Charlie leg.

"Jane and I would like to help you."

Jane interrupted, "But there is a problem." She moved and also put her hand on his leg. She then moved her hand on top of Sues and moved it so that it was now on Charlie's prick. "There are two of us, and only one of these," she continued, moving Sues hand up and down Charlie's prick. "What are you going to do to help us out?"

Charlie smiled as he looked at Sue's hand, being directed by Jane's, stroking his prick.

"I don't know." 

"Well that's no good is it Sue?" Jane said, increasing the tempo of Sue's hand stroking Charlie's prick.

"No," she replied.

Charlie thought back to Mary and Catherine and what they had done together. He stopped Sues hand and removed it. She looked sad.

"I want you to lie down together, side by side on your backs; with your bums on the edge of the bed."

The two women looked at each other and smiled and, without hesitation, did as he asked. Without prompting they held hands as though it was the most natural thing to do.

"Open your legs."

They did, with Sue's right leg now crossing over Jane's left.

Charlie stood looking at them. He looked at their faces, their breasts and hard nipples. Their pussies, their legs apart showing their wetness and their open holes.

He reached down and with one hand played with Jane's, the other hand played with Sue's. Both moaned as he explored them. He felt their muscles contract around his probing fingers.

He then removed his fingers and licked one, then the other, marvelling at the slightly different tastes.

He returned to fingering them both.

"Do you want to share me?" he said, almost unable to speak with emotion.

"Yes," they both replied, looking at each other and smiling, still holding hands.

He removed his fingers again and licked them clean.

He knelt down in front of Sue, her legs open and her pussy wet. He entered her, "Yes, oh yes!" she cried. As he thrust into her, he played with Jane, fingering her and stroking her clit.

Jane sat up to get a better look. A better look of her friend being fucked by her husband, albeit her estranged husband. Estranged because she had fucked this woman's husband. The whole scene was unbelievable. 

Charlie thrust a few times and then withdrew.

He stood up and moved so that he was between Jane's open legs. With his prick wet with Sue's juices he entered Jane and started slowly thrusting. "Oh my God, yes, that's so good," cried Jane. As he thrust into her, he played with Sue, fingering her and teasing her clit as he had done with Jane..

Sue now sat up to get a better look as Charlie fucked her friend, his estranged wife. The woman that fucked her husband.

Again after a few thrusts, he withdrew and moved, and started fucking Sue, this time with his prick covered in Jane's juices.

He withdrew and moved back to Jane.

He continued alternating, fucking one and fingering the other, until he knew he was going to cum soon.

Both women were also close, complaining when he stopped. He was confused and didn't know how to finish.

The decision was made for him. Jane cried out as he thrust the second time, holding him inside her as she came with a scream. "Oh shit yes, my God, I can't stop cumming," as she orgasmed; clenching him to her. As she relaxed he withdrew and returned to being between Sue's legs.

"Fuck her Charlie," Jane said, moving so she could see closely. "Fuck her, make her cum and fill her up, you know you want to."

With no pretence at prolonging the action, Charlie thrust harder and faster as Sue got closer and closer to her own orgasm. 

He cried out as he came, "Yes, Oh God yes!" as he pushed himself as hard as he could into Sue and flooded her; this being enough to set off her orgasm and she too came.

He withdrew as she relaxed, their combined juices lewdly dripping out of her hole onto the floor.

He lay on the bed beside her and regained his breath.

Nobody spoke. There was nothing to say. 

Jane broke the silence. "Let's get under the covers."

The three of them did, they all kissed each and said goodnight and were all soon asleep, Charlie in the middle, Sue on one side, Jane on the other. They were all more than satisfied, sexually and emotionally.

What is more, as Charlie fell asleep, he made his mind up what he was going to do with his life.

The three of them woke and blinked as sunlight filled the room. They looked at each and smiled as the realisation of last nights activity hit home. Amazingly, there was no hint of embarrassment.

"I'll make the tea," offered Charlie.

He put his robe on and soon returned with three cups. The girls remained in bed, naked under the covers as Charlie sat on top of the bed in his robe.

Sue turned to Jane and smiled; "Well at least we know if Charlie does go to the West Country, we can have some fun together," 

Jane nodded. "Definitely, but we may have to persuade him to come back every now and then because you can't beat a good prick inside you, can you?"

"True," Sue said thoughtfully.

Sue moved to put her cup down, exposing her breast. Charlie looked on, instantly aroused.

Jane saw this and reached out and circled the exposed nipple, before bending down and licking it.

"Mmmmmmmmm, nice," murmured Sue, as she lowered the cover some more and started playing with her other nipple.

Jane moved her hand so that it was between Sue's legs, entering her easily as Sue opened them up as wide as she could.

Sue meantime tried to reach down and feel Jane's pussy, Jane moving to make it easier for her.

They were soon fingering each other, the squelching noises filling the room as their excitement grew.

Charlie moved so he hovered over Sue. He opened his gown and held his prick, letting it hover over Sue's mouth, she opened her mouth and swallowed the end of his prick and started sucking it as she continued to finger Jane and Jane continued to finger her. 

Jane was close to cumming, she cried out as Sues fingers did their magic and made her cum, soaking Sues hand.

Sue wasn't far away either and pushed down on Jane's inquisitive fingering. 

Jane, aware of what Sue was doing to Charlie wanted a piece of the action and moved so she could continue fingering Sue to orgasm but also hopefully suck Charlie.

He meanwhile withdrew from Sue's mouth and offered his manhood to Jane, who eagerly sucked it.

This was too much for Jane who came, crying out "My God, keep fingering me, don't stop."

With both girls satisfied they concentrated their efforts on Charlie, making him lie down and they took it in turns to suck him and lick him. One would concentrate on the head, the other the shaft, then they would swap. One would suck on his balls as the other stroked him.

"Oh God," he cried, "That is so good," as one woman, he didn't know which, gently entered his bum with her finger, Jane sucked him deeply and the other sucked his balls.

He couldn't give any warning as the anal probing made him come immediately filling Jane's mouth with his seed.

She swallowed and smiled at Sue at the successful culmination of their efforts.

Charlie slumped back, exhausted and totally satisfied.

They all got up and showered and dressed and breakfasted together. 

They all said their farewells and went. 

Sue headed back to her family home, making it clear she was still intent on finishing her marriage to Barry and getting divorced.

Jane headed back to her Mothers, asking Charlie to keep her updated of any developments on the house or the divorce.

With the house to himself, Charlie quickly cleared up and cleaned the house from top to bottom.

He packed his clothes in a suitcase and got in his car. The drive was well known to him now, and a few hours later, he pulled up outside his favourite pub, run by his favourite landlady.

He walked into the bar, suitcase in hand. Mary was serving a customer but saw Charlie. She smiled warmly, a smile that grew as she saw the suitcase in his hand.

The customer served, she looked at him again. "It's great to see you Charlie. Even better that I think that case is telling me you may be here some time."

He nodded.

"Best put it upstairs then," she said. "Then you can help me and change a barrel of lager." 

She smiled as he bowed. "Your wish is my command!"

He put his suitcase in their room and soon came down and did as she asked, changing the barrel and helping her behind the bar.

When it was quiet she kissed him; "Welcome back, I hope its welcome home too?"

He nodded. "It is, thanks," and kissed her back, their kiss broken by the shout of "Hey, you two; what do you have to do to get a drink around here?"

It was Catherine, smiling at them.

"Good to see you Charlie, welcome back."

"Good to se you too Catherine," he said. "And what would madam like to drink?"

She laughed. "God we've missed you, even though it's only been a few days."

Mary chimed in, "Charlie is staying now, so you had better get used to seeing him around."

"Oh well worse things have happened," Catherine replied sarcastically.

The afternoon and evening wore on and eventually the last customer left, allowing Mary and Charlie to be on their own for the first time.

They say in the bar with a bottle of wine while Charlie brought Mary up to date with the latest developments. He glossed over some of his nocturnal activities, not that she would have a problem, but felt it inappropriate to mention them at this stage.

They agreed that Charlie would help out at the Pub, but also try and build a freelance photography business. 

With the wine finished, they went to bed and spent the next few hours exploring every inch of each others bodies, until in the small hours of the morning, they fell asleep, exhausted but satisfied, content in the thoughts that this would be the first night of many as they started their new lives together.

THE END.