The rest of the party was pretty standard stuff. People getting pissed, people dancing, lots of flirting and Paula and Al having a massive row when she found him with his hand on the blonde's arse as she groped his crotch. To be honest it was all a little seedy and Lynn and I made our excuses about 11:30pm and headed back to mine for a good hour long fuck session.
I worked shifts at the time and the following week I was on early starts at 6:00am. There was nothing much to tell about Monday. Lynn went home after spending the weekend with me and wouldn't return until the following Friday evening, so I was going to be on my own all week.
Tuesday though was completely different. I went to work as normal, and returned at about 2:20pm as usual. I had been home about five minutes when there was hammering at the front door.
I opened it and a very irate Paula pushed past me and went into my lounge. I shut the door and followed her in.
She stood there , her face the colour of beetroot. She was wearing a shortish skirt and an olive green silky blouse that was undone almost to her navel revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her eyes blazed with anger and I waited for the tirade to begin.
"You lied to me!!!" She yelled. "You fucking lied to me!!!"
I stood there, not so much angry that she had invaded my space like this, but more baffled at what it was I had lied about. "Paula love, what the hell are you talking about? What have I lied to you about?"
"Don't you Paula love me," she screamed.
"Woah, woah, just woah! Firstly, I have next door neighbours too. Secondly I genuinely don't know what your talking about and thirdly if you calm down and tell me calmly, then maybe we can sort this out. Tell me what's happened"
My calm stance seemed to take some of the fury out of her voice, but she was clearly still angry.
"You told me you didn't make it to squash a week last Saturday morning because you were too hungover! You didn't make it because there was no squash session was there?"
I looked at her and held up my hands defensively. "No Paula there wasn't, but you put me on the spot, I had no idea what you were talking about and I didn't want to drop Al in any bother until I knew what it was about. I'm sorry I didn't mean to mislead you, I wouldn't deliberately do that to you."
I was angry myself now, not at Paula, but at Al for using me and Rob as excuses without having the decency to explain what he was doing. I told Paula that and she seemed to soften some more.
"Paula, I genuinely don't know what is going on. Perhaps you want to explain."
Paula's eyes suddenly filled with tears and she let out a shuddering sob. Instinct made me move toward her and I put an arm around her shoulders. "Come, sit down and tell me." I said guiding her to the sofa.
Paula started her tale between bouts of crying. "I've been married to that bastard for twenty five years," she began.
"I always knew he was a good looking bloke, why else would I have married him? What I didn't know is he has all the loyalty of Judas! The bastard has been cheating on me for years."
"Stop one minute, how do you know all this?" I asked.
"Oh it's his and your best mate that finally spilled the beans." she spat out.
"My best mate? My best mate doesn't live round her how do you know him?" I said now genuinely puzzled.
"Sorry I meant your squash buddy Rob," she explained.
Ah, Ok, I see," I said, "Ok tell me about Rob."
"Well it seems that Rob has been covering for him for ages. Apparently he has known about Blondie since the start of the affair and the ones before her." she sobbed.
"Paula, listen," I said grasping her shoulders and turning her toward me, "listen, I've only lived around here for a couple of years. I know Rob from the pub and we play squash. I genuinely don't know anything about him or his relationship to Al or what the two of them get up to. Seems to me that maybe they have been covering for each other as I know Rob is a lecherous old twat too."
She looked at me and sniffed. I reached for a tissue out of the box on the coffee table and handed it to her with a wan smile.
"You promise me, you knew nothing about all this." Paula implored.
"Paula, I knew nothing of all this, I'm as in the dark as you were."
She smiled at me and put a hand to my face. "I'm sorry," she said, "Your a nice guy and I really should have handled this better."
"Shit happens love," I replied returning the face touch gesture. "I like you, I wouldn't deliberately hurt you."
The air hung thick between us for a few seconds, and as if fate had intended it, she leaned into my face and kissed me, nothing passionate, just a gentle soft kiss on the lips.
I dropped my hand from her face and took her free hand in mine. Her eyes scanned my face and then she leaned back in with a sigh. "God I've fancied you for ages," she exclaimed, "and what's good enough for him is good enough for me."
She tilted her head to one side and I tilted mine the opposite way. Her arms came up around my neck and I held the back of her head as we kissed, but this time gently with open mouths. Her tongue brushed mine and we licked each others lips. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and made out it was a clitoris by rapidly sucking it like one would taste a bottle of wine.
Paula moaned gently and returned the kiss with an intensity born of frustration and anger. Hot tears ran down her face and I could taste their saltiness as they ran between our lips.
We carried on kissing and caressing each other for quite some time, before she pulled back and said, "Peter, I want to get my own back on the cunt. I know you are with Lynn and I won't blame you if you say no, but will you help me?"
I looked at her side-eyes and said, "Let me get this right. You want you and I to have an affair to get back at him? Is that correct?"
"Well not exactly an affair. I want you to fuck me yes, I want to blow you off yes and anything else you want to do and I want you to take photos whilst you do it!" She explained.
"Ooh that'll be fun getting those developed at Boots!" I giggled.
"No silly, I have a Polaroid instant camera. I will get a pack of film and I want you to take pics as we have sex. It will be a one off if that's what you want or we can maybe start a 'thing' you know, it's up to you."
"Wow, just remind me never to cross you," I said, "And what are you going to do with the pictures?"
"Obviously I don't want you to identify yourself as I don't want any comeback on you, but I want to confront him and tell him I know about his affair and then tell him what's good for the goose, well you know. He won't believe me until I give him photographic proof and I tell you now it will destroy him, his ego won't be able to handle it. I want a divorce anyway so nothing is lost really."
"Well love, that is certainly some offer. You promise Lynn won't hear anything about it?" I asked cautiously.
"Promise," she said, "You want a taste of what you are going to be getting?"
I looked at her and grinned. With that she dropped to her knees next to the edge of the sofa and gently pushed me back so I was propped against the cushions one leg on the sofa the other on the floor in front of her.
Paula used her perfectly manicured bright red finger nails to stroke the bulging front of my jeans. She used the flat of her hand to stroke me with progressively greater pressure. My cock was twitching in my pants.
"Oh my, you are quite a big boy aren't you," she whispered.
Slowly she undid my belt and unfastened the top button of my pants. I closed my eyes and listened as she drew the zipper downwards. I felt her hands pull the two sides of my flies apart and then felt her hand snake into my briefs to grasp my cock.
Paula let out a low hiss of breath through her teeth and I opened my eyes and looked down to see her gently stroking my solid erection pulling the foreskin, such that I have all the way back to reveal my purplish cock head.
"Beautiful, soooo fucking beautiful." she cooed.
She got me to raise my buttocks and then she shimmied my jeans and briefs down to my knees. Leaning forward she put her nose over my cock and breathed in through her nose. "Oh god it smells good too," she groaned.
She pushed out her tongue and licked the head of my cock like a lollipop. Gentle moans escaped her throat as she flicked just the tip all around the ridge of my glans. The feeling was electric and my cock jerked at each featherlike touch. I felt the tip of her tongue explore my slit and gasped in total ecstasy as she ran her teeth gently over the whole head.
"You like that then," she asked.
I managed a soft huh-huh, and as soon as she heard that she plunged her head over my cock taking the entire length from tip to root in one go all seven inflamed inches of it.
Paula didn't gag, she didn't wretch, she just made a seal and hollowed her cheeks. Her tongue played a pizzicato around my cock, the lightest of touches as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down my engorged cock.
"Fucking hell Paula, where did you learn to do this," I gasped. All she did was make a hmmmming sound that vibrated through my cock raising the pleasure yet another notch.
My hands reached for her head and I worked my fingers into her hair pulling her onto my burning cock. She increased the pace slightly, but more importantly she sucked and released, sucked and released until I was jabbering "Oh fucks" as if they were the only two words I knew.
The pressure in my balls was growing to the point it proved too great to resist. "I'm coming," I cried and started to buck my hips uncontrollably.
Jet after jet of thick semen shot from my bell end. My whole body shook violently as the first wave passed a second wave took me over the edge again and I felt my balls contract and fire another three or four jets of seed into her mouth. I jammed her head down hard as the last couple of spurts left my body and then I released her head.
Paula came back up laughing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Jesus, Peter. You nearly drowned me, wooo," she exclaimed. "God I should suck a young guy off more often, that was fucking amazing."
I smiled at her and giggled, completely spent. "Fuck me Paula, that was, I shit you not, the best blow job I have ever had. God I am shaking like mad."
Paula hitched herself forward and rested her chin on my chest. She stroked my face and said, "Ah my boy, do we have a deal then?"
"Fucking hell yes, we have a deal. Christ, what guy would refuse another gobble like that and if that's just the blowy, what is the full sex like? Al must be fucking insane." I gasped, "When are we going for the main event?"
Paula looked at me. "How about you cry off squash on Thursday and I can come over when you finish work, or better still let me have your spare key and I'll be here waiting for you dressed appropriately and with my Polaroid."
I sat up and taking her face in my hands kissed her. I could taste my sperm on her lips, but didn't care.
I looked at her with a huge grin on my face and said, "It's a date."
Paula got up off the floor and walked to the door. Turning she looked back and said, "See you Thursday lover. Oh don't get up, get some rest, you're going to fucking need it." |
