"Merry Christmas," I said happily.
"You fucking bitch! You slut! I hate your fucking guts!"
"Oh didn't you like the photos then?" I said with a chuckle.
"You have fucked up everything. I'll kill you, you fucking cow!"
"Guess I won then Jenny? Oh how is your mum taking it?"
"Is that her?" Jenny's mum shrieked in the background.
"I can't believe even you could do this, and on fucking Christmas day!" Jenny bellowed.
"Kicked Greg out yet?" I asked.
"Yes!" she cried.
"Oh shame, he was a good fuck, and your father wasn't too bad either," I said laughing.
I suppose I need to explain something here. I finally got Greg to mend my washing machine, four months after Barry and mum found me in the kitchen. I cried my eyes out on his shoulder about losing my husband. Then as I looked up into his eyes I knew I had him. I had worn a loose blouse, so Greg saw plenty of soft white flesh as I clung to him. I manoeuvred my lips to his and I was honestly surprised by the passion in his kiss. Before he could think what he was doing, I had his cock out, I began rubbing it up my short skirt on my naked cunt! I felt my buttons ping open and they scattered all over the kitchen. He was all over me now and my thoughts turned to Jenny. God was she going to be pissed!
"Oh Greg," I hissed lustfully.
He moaned and groaned as I slipped to my knees. I slobbered all over his cock, but not for long. I couldn't afford to let him think about what was going to happen, and then suddenly feel guilty. I dragged him by his hard dick into the living room. I pulled his hair roughly as I fell onto the couch.
"Lick me baby," I pleaded.
I held his head hard against my sopping cunt, and allowed myself another smile as he licked greedily. I fumbled over the back of the couch, and found what I had been searching for. I pulled him further into my fanny, gasping to encourage him.
"Oh shit that's good," I groaned.
He moved up and franticly forced his cock into me. I winced a little.
"Sorry," he panted.
"Do me hard," I gasped.
He banged me for all he was worth. I heard swearing, grunts, and heavy breathing. OK some of that was me. But Greg was a good fuck; something Jenny had told me when they first started dating. I felt myself on the verge of my own orgasm, as I pinched his dick with my pussy. We ended up coming together, swearing and cursing at each other. By the time we had finished we were covered in sweat. Gradually he got dressed and asked rather sheepishly, if he could see me again. I grinned and told him anytime! So that I hope explains that.
Back to my phone call with Jenny.
"Why couldn't you just drop dead," Jenny sobbed.
"Because I'm Queen Bee Jenny and you are fuck all!" I hissed.
I heard her mum shout at Jenny to give her the phone.
"You little tramp!"
"Oh shut up fatty," I snapped back.
"How dare you. I have been married 33 years, and you have just, thrown all that down the drain, you, you evil little madam!"
"I can't help it if your husband and son-in-law find me irresistible," I said casually.
I suppose this needs explaining as well. Jenny's father, Thomas, owned a shoe shop. I used to go there for my high heels, even when I was young. Now I used to tease Thomas, because he had been reported to the police for fondling some woman's foot a little more than he should. That was when Jenny and I were kids. It was all pretty well hushed up in those days but it was something I never forgot. I also must admit to enjoying letting him fit my shoes for me. I noted then that he seemed to hold my nylon clad foot, for longer than was really necessary. So a week after I seduced his son-in-law I started on Thomas. I went into his shop just before it closed.
"Hello Julie and how are you?"
There it was that little casual glance to see what I had on my feet.
"Fine I'm looking for a pair of stilettos, something that will look a little sexy," I said.
"Well I was just about to close, but as it's you Julie, let's see what we can find."
I returned his grin.
"Now sexy you say?" he said with a slight quiver in his voice.
"Yeah, well when Barry and I were together, I sort of got out of the habit of wearing sexy shoes. Oh I have high heels but I want sexy high heels, the sort men like if you know what I mean?" I said with a devilish smile.
I could see he was a little flustered. I bet he couldn't believe his luck as I held my shoe close to his face.
"Well if you don't mind me saying, you always had good legs, and a shapely ankle Julie, the shoes would only add to their beauty," he said with a hard swallow.
I swung my stiletto under his nose.
"Do you think so really?" I said batting my eyelids.
"Oh, ye, yes," he stammered.
He took the shoe from my hand. Oh sorry Thomas I hope my odour doesn't offend you?"
"Oh, no I've smelt a lot worse than these. Why you almost have a sweet, sweet aroma," he stammered again going red.
"Do I Thomas?" I gushed pushing my shoe to his nose.
He was lost for words, but he sniffed trying to make light of it. He took my shoe to a rack behind a wall. I listened hard and heard him sniff several times! When he came back I slipped off my coat to reveal a bright red miniskirt 10 inches off my knee. I wore barely black tights and my one black court shoe with a 3 inch heel. In no time he was at my feet with boxes of shoes. His trembling fingers handled my feet like they were made of egg shell. I made sure to lift my leg higher than I needed to. His eyes flicked up my skirt several times, then on the third or fourth occasion, he must have seen that I wasn't wearing panties; he blushed and looked quite agitated. I paraded up and down the shop, feeling his eyes on me all the time. Then I pushed him further. As he began to pack a pair of shoes away, I left my nylon clad foot on his leg. I flexed my toes on his trousers. His eyes were glued to my toes. I rubbed further up his leg, until I pushed my pretty ruby painted toes onto his erection.
"You like that Thomas?" I whispered.
He panted then gasped.
"Just think how much better it would feel if your cock was out?"
"Oh Julie we, shouldn't," he moaned.
"Oh and why is that? I like it, and so do you. If you are scared of getting caught, then come to my house, tomorrow night at 8, and bring some sexy shoes."
"Ah, um," he groaned.
"Go on, for me Thomas, pretty please?" I said with an exaggerated pout.
I lifted my foot right under his nose. He glanced at me with an awkward smile on his face.
"Kiss my toes Thomas, I do so love that," I said softly.
I felt him gently kiss them. His eyes looked up my skirt, and I opened my other leg a little. His hand began to move up my leg. His shaking fingers made it to my knee before I pushed my foot in his face.
"That's very naughty Thomas," I said tapping my toes lightly on his face with every single word.
"I'll be there Julie," he panted, "at 8 o'clock you say?"
I had him tied to the bed with my worn pantyhose rammed in his mouth. I straddled his cock and bounced up and down. Then I pulled out my digital camera and began clicking away.
"Just a little memento," I said with a laugh at his worried face.
I put my face next to his, and kissed him taking another photo as I did. God his face was a picture when the doorbell went at 9 o'clock.
