If you want to know how my holiday brought me to this point, read 'Happy Go Lucky Jackie' and 'Happy Go Lucky Jackie meets Darren.'
It took a few moments to get over the shock of finding that Darren and I were alone. I had to adjust quickly and told Darren he'd better come in.
"But Dom knows we're home and will be here any moment. So don't get any foolish ideas."
I kept out of Darren's way by going to the kitchen to look for beer. Was I pleased to be alone with Darren? I sent another message to Dom: "We're back. I need you here at once because I'm having difficulty controlling Darren."
Darren gave me no chance and came up behind me, hand feeling down my front and pulling me against him. I closed my eyes and pressed my thighs firmly together. This was dangerous play and I was desperate for Dom to arrive. If I didn't get a grip, he would walk in to find Darren on top of me.
"I don't need a beer," said Darren. "I want to kiss your pussy."
He lifted me up and carried me to the settee. All I could think was that Dom hadn't come back. It made no sense to me but he hadn't been joking. He wanted this to happen. I gave up resisting and I lay on my back, knees apart. Darren's scrubby chin rubbed against my thigh. He dragged my thong to one side, lips catching and pulling my flesh, tongue reaching inside me. Why would I want to stop him? I lay back and spread my legs wider.
"If anyone comes we must stop," was the best defence I could manage.
He laughed and drew down his zip. "Then we mustn't waste time."
His cock sprang into view and there was no point protesting. He was large -- as large as Justin, if not larger. I touched it, put my hand round it and examined it closely, remembering the picture of Justin.
"You're not fucking me so don't think you are," I told him.
"Keep doing that."
He bent forward so that his cock was in front of my face. His balls felt dangerous and heavy and he liked showing off his prize possessions. I pumped his cock hard between my fingers. Could I make him come with my hand or should I use my mouth? Either would be preferable to having him fuck me. The photograph of Maxine which her mouth round a cock was still in my head and I touched the tip of his cock with my lips, then put my mouth round the end, gripping his shaft. He pressed hard against me and I was gasping for air as his length filled my mouth and connected with the back of my throat. This was nothing like with Dom, who was gentle and considerate. I had to tame this cock and make it serve me. I seduced it with my lips, moistening his broad ridge with saliva and pressing against him with my tongue and cheeks. He seemed to expand with every stroke of my lips.
After a minute or two he pulled away despite my efforts.
"Put on your pretty heels and take off your clothes," he told me.
"I'm happy doing this."
"Just do it."
I took off my top and skirt but left my thong. He reached out and snatched it down. I kicked it away and put on my red shoes only to fall back into his arms.
"I'm not your sex toy," I insisted. "You shouldn't make me do this."
"You know you're mine. A slave to my cock. You want me to fuck you."
I dropped to my knees meaning to take him back into my mouth but he pushed me down so that I was on the carpet on my back.
"I'm married," I said.
My legs were spread and he was kneeling between them. "Don't fuss. This is what you want."
"Someone might come."
"Relax." He was leaning forward caressing my sex, fingers prizing my lips apart. "You want me to fuck you."
"No."
His cock was above me sticking out proudly. Only my pussy would tame his cock. I needed Dom to stop him and he wasn't there. I closed my eyes and he was above me on his elbows, his face close to mine.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what? Of course I want you to fuck me."
So this was it. I had no defences left, no way of stopping him. No wish to stop him. I tensed as his cock pressed against my pussy. With an effort I relaxed and his tip slipped inside me followed by more, his weight on my pubis as every inch filled me. I clutched his shoulders and spread my legs wider as he crushed me into the carpet. When he thrust against me I winced, stretching and opening further until I was comfortable. I was enveloped in his arms and when he moved in me I was gasping for breath and murmuring nonsense to myself: "Bastard. I said don't fuck me. You're too big. Fuck me. Dom, what have you done?"
"Shut up and fuck," said Darren moving faster.
I could think of nothing else but his weight on me, his smell and the rhythmic thrust of his cock. I gripped him with my cunt and he felt good as if I'd been waiting my whole life to be stretched and pummelled by his cock inside me. Before long I was trembling and breathless, gripped by a sharp orgasm.
I had no time to recover because Darren worked himself up to another level, his sweat dripping onto my chest, my red heels kicking in the air, my breath coming in spasms. Another orgasm was building and I wanted him to come with me. I was digging my nails into the muscle of his shoulders, my legs spread wider to absorb all of him.
Something must have caught my attention. As I came, I opened my eyes and found that we weren't alone. Dom stood across the room watching open mouthed. I must have missed the sound of the door. Our eyes met and my orgasm overloaded me so that I closed my eyes and shrieked like a wild thing. Darren tensed and froze mid-thrust, pumping his seed deep into me. It was empty heartless perfect sex.
When I opened my eyes Dom was still watching and I felt a guilty pang when he twisted his lips into a lop-sided grin -- something he did when he made a joke. It seemed hardly to matter when I realised that Maxine was there and Justin too. Maxine caught my eye and laughed, high fiving with Dom. We remained clutched in one another's arms, not knowing what to do. I was breathing hard and trembling. There was no point pretending I hadn't enjoyed myself. Well husband, this is what you wished for. Don't blame me.
Eventually Darren lifted himself and jumped to his feet, escaping to the bathroom. I was left spread on the carpet and it seemed that everyone was staring at my sore and gaping sex. With an effort I pulled my knees together and climbed to my feet with only my fine heels for protection. I was covered in sweat, my hair matted, my breasts and belly marked red from the friction of Darren's body. Semen began to leak down my thigh.
I decided I wasn't going to look ashamed or guilty and with my head high and a swing to my hips I walked over to Dom. I imagined myself an athlete, proud of myself for winning a race.
"It's no good complaining Dom. You could have stopped Darren any time. I told you to come home but you took too long."
Dom's grin had faded and he was struggling to find words. He stared at my breasts and the semen on my thigh.
"Perfect. What a performance! You were so much into it dear."
Disgusted, I turned to Maxine who was laughing at me and pretending to look shocked. "You might find me a towel instead of gawping as if you've never seen a naked woman."
"Mum that was so hot! I knew you'd be great at fucking. That's what I told Darren. You look like a queen. Or at least a pornstar. Poor Darren looks beaten up."
Dom appeared with a small towel from the kitchen. Suddenly it was too much for me and I fell into Dom's arms, tears arriving in a storm. In some ways this was relief -- relief that I'd managed what Dom seemed to want: I'd fucked Darren and done it well and nothing could change that now. Beneath the emotion was something else -- a release of tension, a feeling of satisfaction and bodily contentment that comes from good sex. All through the evening I'd been fighting my desires and now I was fulfilled. And Dom's arms held me tight so that I was complete.
I was sobbing. "Are you satisfied Dom? It's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted Darren to fuck me. Don't ask me why."
"You were wonderful especially when you came. I knew you'd look great with one of Maxine's young studs driving you to do beautiful things. I'm so proud of you."
"Don't get carried away. It was sex. It amused you to see me lose my cool with a pretty boy."
