It was a pleasant summer's evening, a few weeks on from my threesome with Mrs E and Mrs P, and I had taken the opportunity after a long day of calls and meetings to go for a walk through the lanes and fields around my small seaside town.
As I rounded the corner to make for home I heard a voice behind me:
"Mr M!" shouted a familiar voice and I turned around to see Mrs E coming out a house opposite her own. I remembered I had been told she was watering the plants for a family who were away on holiday. She locked the door behind her and strode down to meet me on the pavement.
It was a warm evening with an onshore breeze and Mrs E was wearing a pretty green sundress that flowed to her ankles, and a pair of trainers. Her dark hair was down, and fluttering in the breeze. Her smile toward me was bright and friendly. I was glad to see her again, even in this day-to-day context, and I smiled back as she came up to me.
"How are you, Mr M?" she enquired brightly and leaned in to touch my arm lightly. "Do you have a few minutes to pop in for a glass of wine?".
"Sure", I said, "that'd be lovely." We crossed over the road, exchanging pleasantries and bits of news and gossip about our respective families and friends as we did so.
Mrs E let us in and kicked off her shoes, padding into the kitchen and pulling out wine glasses and an open bottle of white wine from the fridge, and led me through to the rear lounge, where two sofas faced the garden through french doors and the late afternoon sunlight was hitting the far garden wall.
Mrs E passed me the glass of wine and gestured for me to sit down and then perched on the sofa next to me, sitting side on so she was facing me.
"I'm glad I ran into you, Mr M, as I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me in the last few months. Especially the other week with Mrs P, I was despairing of ever getting her to open up and be a bit more adventurous, and without you there I don't think we'd be any further forward!" she smiled, and took a sip of wine.
"Well," I replied, "I'm so happy I've been able to help you as often as I have, and the other week with Mrs P was fantastic, I'm still thinking about it." I smiled back and sipped at my own glass.
"Ha", said Mrs E, grinning, "I wasn't able to sit down without wincing for a few days after that, fortunately Mr E doesn't notice small details." she looked thoughtful for a moment, and then then added "I think I may really get a taste for... being fucked in the arse."
I nearly spluttered my mouthful of wine out at that, and caught the smile on her lips as she saw me a little flustered.
"Ah-ha", I said as I composed myself, "well, it was a rare pleasure for me as well. You have a beautiful body and a filthy mind, which is quite the combination. Anytime you want your... arse... fucking..., you let me know!"
She blushed a little and smiled again. "Actually," she said, "I was going to say that as a thank you for all your help and the use of that lovely cock of yours, you could tell me what you wanted..."
"I know I'm a bit.. bossy.. and I feel I am always telling you what I need and what I want you to do... you know, lie here, do this, fuck that hole or this... I thought it would be fun and a nice way of saying thank you if you told me what to do. I promise, I'll do anything you say!" she said with a wide grin.
"OK," I replied, putting the wine glass down on the table next to me and turning to Mrs E, "I want you to get me hard, and tell me what you're doing as you're doing it."
"Mmmmm" she smiled and put her own wine glass down. "Well, I think I'll start like this..." and she leaned in and kissed me, her hot tongue darting into my mouth and swirling around my mouth. After a moment she disengaged and put her lips next to my ear, and her hand drifted down my shirt to rest on my groin.
"Do you want to fuck me, Mr M? Your cock feels like it wants to fuck me." With that she slid down off the sofa and positioned herself between my knees, and tugged at my shorts waistband. She eased my shorts off my hips and over my knees, and my semi-hard cock came into view.
"Mmmm, I do love getting you hard, Mr M." she said, reaching forward to grasp my dick. It twitched appreciably and she smiled, and began to rub the shaft, cupping my balls gently with her other hand.
"I'm stroking your lovely cock and holding your balls, Mr M, does that feel good?" she enquired as blood rushed to my groin and my cock hardened in her hand.
"Yes, Mrs E," I replied, keeping my voice from shaking. "Now I want you to lick that cock all over, get it nice and wet."
With a smile Mrs leaned forward and started running her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock, up and over the head and back down again, occasionally taking the whole head into her mouth with a smile in her eyes, and giving it a quick suck.
After a few minutes she stopped and rested her head against my now rock hard cock, cradling it in one hand and gently rubbing her cheek against it, with a dreamy look on her face.
"I think you've got my full attention Mrs E," I said with a grin, "now, I want you to sit on it!"
Mrs E quickly got to her feet and reached up under her green dress, and quickly pulled off her knickers, which looked to be sodden, and tossed them aside as she swung a leg over my lap and settled herself down.