My girlfriend was doing exams at university and my cock was definitely feeling neglected ... although given the amount of sex I had been having with her and her younger sister (18 yrs old) + her sisters horny friend ... and her mother + female servants and several of her mother's friends ... I had little cause for complaint over the past few months.
In fact, ever since I met my girlfriend at a local gymkhana, I have been having great sex ... and lots of it ... every weekend. She and her family are complete sex addicts and stop at nothing for a good long hard fuck fest.
Meanwhile, this week I had taken a few days off work and decided to do some much-needed work around the apartment. My "lad pad" needed some updating, I thought. I drove down to the local town centre and began to do some window-shopping in my favourite high street. Shop windows filled with the very latest in TVs, hi-fi, computer accessories and other "state of the art" gadgets drew me inside. I contemplated making a purchase but decided to go into the nearby supermarket instead.
Grocery shopping at the local "upmarket" chain in the afternoon is such a leisurely affair. Everyone is relaxed ... unlike the evening shoppers hurrying home after a stressful day in the office, or young mothers doing a quick shop before picking up their demonic horde from school. By 3pm, the dreaded school run is in full swing and only the casual shoppers are left. This is prime time for sightings of the "oh so English" phenomenon of the "yummy mummy" with her tight jeans and tight t-shirts ... short skirts and skimpy tops on the younger ones ... and classy outfits with lots of cleavage on the older MILFs.
These are the one's I prefer ... more mature ... mid-30s to mid-40s ... experienced women with high sex drives or demure types with repressed sex drives that fuck like wild animals when someone finally helps them unlock the door to their carnal desires. Hot mature women ... well-dressed, in designer outfits ... with glimpses of stocking tops in the afternoon ... that imply fleeting notions of extra-marital sex and hot steamy casual affairs. I always have a "soft on" as I stroll though the aisles taking in the view ... and smelling their expensive but subtle perfumes as I glide past with my shopping trolley. My favourite section is the fruit & veg ... where they run their fingers over individual items, or pick up the produce and press it for firmness. I'm not sure ... but sometimes I swear they're comparing the cucumbers and carrots to imaginary cocks or a hard chiselled male thorso under their probing fingers. I often glimpse a wry smile in the corner of my eye as I stroll past.
They check out my trolley ... they like to see healthy foods, or at least something to say "this guy looks after himself" ... as opposed to cans of cheap deodorant and shower gel, 2 trays of lager, 6 frozen pizzas and 6 jars of "stir in" curry mix and 2-minute "boil in the bag" rice. They also check for feminine products that might say "he's got a wife or long-term girlfriend" ... or worse, any form of baby product. Being fertile is one thing ... but having a horde of crumb-snatching, ankle-biting Damians is another matter. Nope, whatever it is that I have (or, perhaps, don't have) in my trolley, seems to get them going.
Having finished my small grocery shop and waiting in the queue for the check-out, I spotted my girlfriend's mother Veronica in another queue. Our eyes met and Veronica winked at me. She had just finished paying for her groceries and seemed to be with a very hot-looking friend ... in fact, an extremely hot-looking forty-something female friend. She looked the same height as Veronica (5ft 8ins) and had the same dark hair colour and gentle tan. She wore a classy summer dress, flesh coloured stockings and 3-inch heels ... too small to be slutty but high enough to accentuate her sleek legs and sexy ass. The dress was not too low cut (once again, sexy in a sophisticated way but definitely not "over the top" slutty) and her deep cleavage was decorated with a single string of milky pearls. My thoughts wandered to thinking about adding another pearly string of white blobs to her collection. Veronica had a matching skirt and jacket in crimson, with a white blouse underneath. Veronica always liked to display her assets with a black push-up bra with the edges of the bra showing slightly ... and this occasion was no exception. Her bulging breasts were truly magnificent. She had a cleavage to die for.
They chatted while waiting for me to pay and come through. Veronica introduced me to Ulrika ... her friend from a skiing trip last winter. Despite her obvious foreign accent, Ulrika lived locally and was married to some boring Englishman that spent most of his time working. Given my track record with Veronica's sex-crazed family and friends I began to wonder if she'd been introduced to Veronica's lifestyle yet. My soft-on had definitely stiffened with these thoughts and I became very aware that Veronica was watching my crotch and smiling at my predicament. I reciprocated by catching glances of her cleavage and smiling knowingly when she caught me looking at it.
We chatted for a while without saying much about anything in particular. However, my cock stiffened a bit more when Veronica asked me if I'd mind helping her to pack her groceries into her car ... which was parked in the nearby multi-storey car park.
"There wasn't many free spaces when I arrived and I had to park the car in a rather dark corner. I know I should have waited but I didn't want to be late for Ulrika, so I took a chance. Would you mind accompanying us there?" she added.
She also very kindly offered to drive me home with my shopping, rather than having to take my usual taxi. Car parking charges are exorbitant so when I doing a bit of aimless browsing and don't know how long I am going to be, its usually much less expensive to take a taxi. With two trolleys of shopping, we waited for an empty lift to appear. No point in having a load of total strangers in there when I try to finger Veronica in the lift, I thought to myself. It was a little bit cramped and I stood slightly to the side and behind of Veronica. Ulrika stood in front facing us both ... the shadows making her ample cleavage seem even deeper in the faint light of the lift and when Veronica let her hand slide behind her to feel my cock, I felt confident I was going to see Ulrika's big tits in their full splendour very soon.
I casually slid my hand down between Veronica's ass cheeks, up her shirt and slid into her moist cunt without any signs of reluctance on her part ... no panties (as usual) but she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt ... which just turns me on sooooo much. I let my finger slide up and down beneath one of her suspenders ... gently rubbing her ass and upper thighs as I did so. Ulrika was smiling ... obviously noticing Veronica's arm behind her back and her movements. I grew bolder and slid my hands around Veronica's waist and slowly moved them upwards until I was cupping her heavy breasts. Veronica let out an involuntary sigh as I tweaked her now hard nipples. Ulrika was staring at my wandering hands ... and her smile dropped to an open-mouthed look of lust.
I moved my hands back behind Veronica ... draped one over her shoulder and down into her cleavage so I could feel her heaving breasts beneath the tight confines of her bra ... and slid the other hand back under her dress and resumed stroking her pussy slit from behind.
Without uttering a word, Veronica slowly leaned forward and pulled Ulrika towards her for a long passionate kiss. Her other hand never left my cock. She stroked its full length through my trousers as my fingers explored her ass and moist cunt. As they kissed, Ulrika kept her eyes open and maintained eye contact with me as I removed my other hand from Veronica's cleavage and dropped it down on to Ulrika's left tit. She breathed in sharply when I tweaked her rapidly hardening nipple and continued to kiss Veronica passionately.
When the two women broke from their long, passionate kiss, Veronica breathily announced "This is the horny fucker that's dating my eldest daughter."
Ulrika looked me straight in the eye and said "ooooohhhhh, I've heard LOTS of good things about you." She moved closer and we kissed ... as Veronica slid her hand up the front of Ulrika's dress and began to finger her. Ulrika responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth and breathing heavily through her nose. She was very, very turned on.
