Home Alone..a housewife...busy Mummy...daily chores and a pathetic excuse of a man for a husband..who does not satisfy my needs or desires.. Do I even have those anymore? Im in a rut, is this my life now..? As I put my rubbish out..'my next door neighbour comes out..We chat for a bit..She says ' oh there was a guy at your door earlier, not sure what he wanted" ..' oh. OK I said. Thought no more and went inside..A while later the door bell went..I answered it to see a man standing there, younger than me and good looking. ' Hi' sorry to bother you, but i would like to know where you got your front door, I'm looking at getting one for my self..." and if it's not too cheeky I'd also like to come inside and have a look at your garage conversion" he smiled and looked like the cheeky kind...Yes, of course I said..where abouts do you live.." Oh I'm living round the corner with my mum at the moment. I often see you in the garden when I drive past in my van he said smiling again.. I stepped back and let him in..We walked through to the conversion..he asked questions. I couldn't not look him ..he was fit, young, handsome, a world apart from my current situation..I felt excited, and was glad I wasn't in my normal scruffs for my household chores. Everything he asked I answered with a smile, and looked straight into his sparkling eyes..His body language was relaxed, and I began mirroring his moves..his hand was resting on the window sill. Mine went there too.. close to his..Our conversation moved from DIY to more personal things.. I could tell he fancied me..and I fancied him...I said I would get some details together for him.. knowing he'd have to come and see me again... Now I knew he was close and that he would have to drive past my house at every opportunity I'd be ready to be outside as he drove past, painting the fence, washing the car, putting stuff in the bin.. Just for a glimpse, a wave, a smile. Which I always got..I fancied him. that was obvious and I hoped he knew it too...I didn't have to wait too long before he came knocking at my door again.. this time we chatted about my life and his. This was my opportunity to let him know how I desired him..I remember standing in the conservatory at the time..he stood there in shorts and his work top, his blue eyes sparkling and the cheeky chappie almost London accent that was being produced from him made me want to just move in on him.. but I was married, it was wrong, he's so much younger then me.. all these thoughts going through my head as he stood there talking...What he said next shocked me but made me hot. "You're fit as fuck by the way" I laughed. " am I?" " yes you are" He must of been feeling that I fancied him..he took a step forward, then another, I didn't back away..he was stood right in front of me now.. " I want to kiss you" I looked at him.. he pulled me close and started to put his lips onto mine, I was not used to being kissed like that, warm tongues lip biting, deep French kissing .."Well that was very naughty of me" he said, but it was fucking lovely. Like I said you're fit as fuck and such a sexy lady, I look out for you all the time when I'm passing..give me your number so I can text you.' So I did..that's when it started..and that's when I couldn't get him out of my mind..It was wrong , I was married. I didn't care, some fire had been lit up and the thought of a man 11 years younger that fancied the knickers off me turned me on. He would pop in.. we'd always start by talking, holding back, acting like every thing was just innocent and normal.. the flirting would begin with just words, the sitting on opposite sides of the room would be short lived..the kissing would start, and he'd be pushed against me, I could feel he was hard for me.. and I'd be wet for him...he touched me through my jeans. Touching was what I desired, to be touched by a man, a fucking fit young one was too much, I wanted him, I wanted to put my mouth around his cock and please him to keep him coming back..before I could do anything about it.. he said' stand up' he unzipped my jeans and slowly began to pull them down.. revealing the lacy white knickers that I had chosen beforehand, just in case..he told me to sit down..and knelt in front of me..he was appreciating what he saw in front of him..'You're fucking hot do you know that' I want to lick that pussy of yours' I spread my legs and he touched me. He slipped a finger into my panties and smiled.. ' "You're wet already sexy girl" his touch was gentle and slow, another finger slipped inside that made me gasp.. this turned him on..His head began to move forward, closer, I could feel his warm breath near my pussy, I was aching now, to feel a man's tongue.. I was not used to this, I craved affection but my husband was not into Pussy licking..I wanted that first lick so badly, that push of a hard tongue parting me, my clit being teased and flicked by a hot hard tongue... And I wasn't disappointed...I was horny and wanted to suck cock...another denial I had with a boring husband.. The man in front of me was in his prime, strong, fit, and sexy. He wanted me..he wanted sex... no more then that. Who was I to turn down what most women only imagine..I touched him through his shorts.. he was hard as fuck..I glanced at the clock...I had an hour before school pick up.. I slipped my hand down..I felt the warm soft skin of his cock..it was big. .. ' suck me" he said. Down I went..taking him down my throat as much as I could, he moaned with pleasure and said ' You're fucking good" I knew you would be" I want this again, if you want to " I looked into his eyes as I devoured him..in my mind.. I thought of course I fucking want too..He said I want to fuck you so bad" do you want me too? Did I want him too? I was aching for a release that only I'd been doing to myself for years. I now had this fit fuck wanting to fuck me! He stood up with his errect cock , shorts kicked off, me standing there no knickers , wet and throbbing.. he pulled my top up and began sucking my tits, moving up, he nuzzled into my neck and gently bit into it.. I moaned and felt hot as a sleazy bitch whore. Fingers went between my legs pushing deep, in and out. Getting me to the point where I was nearly there.. he wanted to explode soon.. he didn't want it to go on for hours.. he needed release, he was busy and this was a bonus part of his busy day, fucking a wife of someone, who was older, horny and a bit of slut deep down..In he pushed parting her wet pussy.. fucking hard and deep.. hearing her juices , hearing his balls slap hard against her arse.." I'm going to cum. She said.. fuck yes. He ramped it up even harder, her cumming switched his button.. he groaned, she felt the release, the pumping, the tensness of his body. It was done.. He thanked her. They laughed.. he kissed her on the lips. Shorts and jeans pulled up..then went. The start, but not the finish.. |
