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This is the second posting of this story. The first version was inadvertently omitted by me. Please like this version as much as you liked the first one.
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Like most of the men folk in Walnut Grove, Charles Ingalls doesn't want to stare at Mrs. Oleson's big bulging boobs. He looks and he looks, but pretty soon, just looking at the large rack isn't doing it anymore, and he decides to do something drastic with Harriet's big teasing tits.
Engrossed in heated passion, neither Charles nor Harriet expect to be found out by their spouses, but soon are. Rather than confront their cheating spouses, Nels and Caroline follow suit in their own heated passion.
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Nels and Harriet Oleson are the proprietors of Oleson Mercantile in Walnut Grove, Minnesota. Nels is well-liked by everyone. Harriet is not. The forty-eight year old woman has a rotten disposition and is an old crab to just about everyone including husband, Nels.
It's hard to imagine this crusty old woman being affectionate to anyone, never mind a loving spouse in their conjugal bed. Just about everyone in town pities poor Nels, that is everyone but Nels himself. Perhaps his love of her big tits renders him blind?
Despite her shitty attitude, the grumpy old lady has real nice boobs, a big healthy rack that can easily take a man's attention away from her frowning face.
Not that Mrs. Oleson flaunts her big boobs on purpose. She doesn't. Her modest clothes do nothing to show off any of her healthy cleavage. Her blouses and dresses all button right up to her neck.
What she Does show to those wanting to look, are the big beautiful tits bulging the material on whatever blouse or dress she's wearing at the time.
Like most of the men folk in Walnut Grove, Charles Ingalls doesn't want to stare at Mrs. Oleson's big bulging boobs.
Don't forget, this real nice guy is a happily married man with the lovely Caroline waiting at home for him. Looking at another woman is simply intolerable to a man like Charles. It doesn't matter that the pert tits of his lovely Caroline Ingalls pale in comparison to those of Harriet Oleson. Charles just isn't allowed to stare, but like all the others, he just can't help it.
He looks and he looks, but pretty soon, just looking at those large tits isn't doing it anymore for Charles. He needs to do more than a man of his realm is allowed. So, while Caroline stays true at the little house, Charles decides to do something quite drastic with Harriet's big teasing tits.
Traditionally, the mercantile store has its slow times, a small window of time when there are very few customers in the store. Charles knows of this slow time because Nels tells him all the time when business is slow. He also knows that Nels makes his many deliveries during this small window of opportunity.
As will Charles.
Knowing Harriet's alone, Charles calls out her name right after entering the front of the store. When she tells him she's in the back of the store and to come on through, he doesn't hesitate. Why would he? He's obsessed with fondling her. He wants the woman's tits. Why wait? He has to do it before he loses his nerve.
Undeterred by the consequences, a determined Charles walks into the small office where he finds Harriet seated at her desk, being her usual crabby self.
"What is it, Charles? I'm very busy!"
Charles doesn't waste time looking at her frowning face. His gaze goes right to her massive tits, a plentiful set much larger than his wife's average tits, breasts so succulent and tempting, he yearns to reach out and grab for them, but he doesn't.
Saying nothing, he watches her breasts rise and lower with Harriet's every breath. Even as she continues working, the storeowner's big tits are exciting him, and for the first time since he met the woman some ten years earlier, he desperately wants her body, and he especially wants her delectable boobs for his eager fingers and sucking mouth.
This, of course, is totally crazy in Charles's mind. He has no right to feel this way. The older woman is married to an old friend, for God's Sake. And he is too! They both have people they love dearly, people who will be crushed if they know Harriet and Charles have engaged in the debauchery he's thinking.
Besides, both he and Harriet are much too mature to be engaging in such childhood foolishness. What he's thinking is for the young and the reckless. People like them are supposed to be responsible for their actions. Aren't they?
As if the woman knows exactly what's on his mind, Harriet stops what she's doing and turns her head to look up at Charles. Her eyes fix on his and a big smile brightens her otherwise dreary face.
Perhaps it's the look on his face that says what he's thinking and feeling. Or perhaps it's just wishful thinking on her part. Either way, Mrs. Oleson's bewitching smile says she likes what the very handsome Charles Ingalls is thinking and feeling.
He is, after all, a very attractive man, one much more desirable than her own drab husband, Nels. Harriet's never told anyone of this, but her thoughts of Charles Ingalls have gone way beyond those of a customer or friend. She sees him in a conjugal way.
Even while sitting there with her fantasy man gawking at her massive tits, Mrs. Oleson is already having very lewd thoughts of her own. Charlie doesn't know this as he prepares to follow through on his own thoughts of unbridled lust.
So, without a thought to the consequence, he reaches for and grabs her tits, vigorously squeezing both her large breasts, all the while feeling the hardness of her nipples right through her blouse and bra.
At first, the older lady is stunned by the man's actions. "Oh, Charles! What . . . what you . . . doing? My Goodness!"
In his glory, he ignores her. "I'm doing this, Harriet! I have to!"
She doesn't care. Harriet wants him doing what he's doing. "Oh, Charles! Charles!"
After this she says nothing. She just sits there with her eyes closed, moaning softly while another man gives her hefty tits a vigorous rubdown.
It's almost as if Harriet wants Charles doing what he's doing, and she does. On this day, the once grumpy wife wants it all.
The forty-eight-year old woman is becoming very aroused by what the younger man's doing to her. So much so, she does some grabbing of her own. While he plays and fondles, she grabs his dick with one hand and the back of his head with the other.
"Kiss me, Charles! I need you to kiss me!"
Suddenly, his lips are pressed to her lips and Harriet's meaty tongue is deep inside his mouth, hungrily grasping for his tongue. Suddenly, their difference in ages and their loving spouses mean nothing to both. Suddenly, Harriet Oleson and Charles Ingalls are both young and reckless again.
On fire now, she quickly undoes his belt, unzips his pants and pulls them to the floor. A woman consumed by her passion, Harriet jerks wildly on his cock while kissing Charles with intense passion.
He can't believe that a brisk rubbing of a woman's breasts could turn that woman into someone so incredibly wild. And who could believe that this new wild woman was once the crabby old Harriet Oleson?
Still kissing passionately, his hands hastily tug at her blouse and he pulls it up over her fleshy mams. Her breasts look so sumptuous inside her white bra, he's tempted to stare at them without doing anything. This, of course, just can't be. He has to have them inside his hands and inside his mouth, so he unhooks the bra.
Two massive breasts instantly jut free.
Her tits are so succulent that Charles has to suck on them. One of her rigid nipples goes right into his mouth and he begins to suck and nibble on it while vigorously massaging both her giant tits. She apparently likes what he's doing because her soft moaning keeps getting louder and louder. The more he rubs and sucks on her tits, the louder she moans and groans.
Somehow, during his stimulation of her enormous chest, she manages to stand. When she does, she grapples for the belt on his pants while he tugs hastily on her clothes. In seconds, his pants are open and her skirt and blouse are strewn all over the floor. Suddenly, the buxom Harriet is wearing only her bloomers and he has her hand groping inside his drawers.
"I want this, Charles! I want it badly!" she tells him with his very hard cock filling her hand. "I know it's wrong, but I want your member deep inside me."
Charles just can't believe what he's hearing. "Are you sure, Harriet? It's very wrong, you know?" he says even though he wants to fuck this woman even more than he ever wanted to fuck his wife. This is why he pulls Harriet over to the office couch, and from behind, tugs her bloomers down around her big soft ass.
"Yes, Charles! Yes! I want it inside me doing what Nels normally does with me."
Charles wants this too, but he wants something else from the supposedly righteous Mrs. Oleson. Along with her fucking for him, he wants the dirty words spewing from her righteous mouth.
So, with the flimsy material now draping her pushy meaty thighs, Charles grabs a giant tit in one hand and her juicy crotch with the other. What he feels then is a very hard nipple and a very wet cunt that tingles to the touch.
"Say it, Harriet! Say what you want!" he tells her while humping her soft ass with his hard cock and rubbing her wet pussy with his fingers. He's exciting her, but Still won't say the words.
"No, Charles! I can't say it! It's not like me to talk that way. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't make me say it too!"
"Okay then!" he says in resignation, but doesn't give up the fight. He has another way. Charles flips the babe around and eases her onto the couch.
Now on her back, Harriet stares up at the other man as he slides her bloomers down her fatty legs and off her body. The anxiety shows on her pretty face as he spreads open her solid meaty limbs and stares down at the woman's large furry bush.
He's ready to make his very bold move. "Are you ready, woman?"
"Yes, Charles! I'm ready!" she says, fully expecting his hardened member.
