This story depicts lesbian sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Jean was actually feeling a little nervous as she drove over to John's house, she didn't know why as she was always guaranteed a very warm welcome when she went to his house. Her husband had two weeks' holiday due but as the first week coincided with Jean's month end at work, she could only make the second week which would have meant David sitting around the house for that first week.
Their lodger-come lover Debbie came up with the solution in the end, she could make the same two weeks and would happily accompany David - and his sizable penis that she couldn't get enough of - in their campervan while they drove up north. Jean could have the same two weeks with her former boss come lover all be it working the first week. When Jean approached John with the proposition, he was delighted, Jean was far from his only lover, but she was definitely his favourite. He got to fuck Jean virtually every working day but the prospect of two weeks of unlimited access to his favourite fuck toy was too much to decline.
When she got there, John dutifully carried her case into the house and once the door was closed, walked up behind her, put his arms around her and started to kiss her neck just behind the ear -- the exact spot he knew would send her into a gibbering wreck and her pussy to start leaking. She leant back into him as he worked his hand inside her blouse and captured her full left breast in his right hand. "I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Two whole weeks to play with you any way you want" he whispered into her ear. Their affair had been going on for 6 months in full knowledge of her husband who had encouraged her as a way to keep her job. The only people it was kept secret from were her colleagues as John was originally her boss.
She was the mother of three and she had felt frumpy as she carried more body fat than before her children were born, John was sixteen years her junior and could have had any number of women twenty years younger than Jean, but it was Jean he wanted. John was an out-and-out tit-man, there were quite a few women in their group at work who had a nice rack but all paled compared to Jean and when she asked him if he wanted her to lose weight, he would always say he liked (sometimes he'd say lusted after) her just the way she was which was just what she was hoping he'd say. And therein lay the other attraction, he liked the way she tried to do the best by everyone but especially John -- whatever he wanted, she'd give in a heartbeat, with no questions asked. He did her confidence a world of good, as a boss he was patient and encouraging, as a lover he was compassionate and attentive. But what made her spirits soar was when she walked past him alongside a younger member of the group and it was always Jean's form his eyes followed, not the young piece.
He was always at pains to stress that he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible without breaking her and David up who, with the addition of their young lodger/lover that formed a regular threesome, now had a whole new, sexual active life with his wife. She loved her kids and John said it would change her relationship with them if the two were to split. That formed the backdrop to her staying with him for two weeks. The neighbours, the kids, they all thought she was on holiday with her husband. Before he could fully remove her blouse Jean slapped his hand away, turned and instructed "Go and stand over there by the wall and close your eyes. I have a surprise". John did as instructed and could hear fabric rustling as she removed her blouse and skirt. "You can open your eyes now" but as John opened them, he was rooted to the spot. The sight before him made his heart soar, she looked amazing in an intricately detailed cream silk basque, stockings and suspenders -- she knew exactly what rang his bells.
"Absolutely stunning, I take it that is a new addition to your wardrobe that you saved for this special occasion," he said approvingly.
Jean couldn't remember any previous occasion when she had worn outer clothes while in John's house -- and she was certainly a frequent visitor. "Glad you like it" she replied as she gave him a quick turn, "Susan (their boss) had one of our more select suppliers knock it up as a joint thank you. It is both a present for me for taking some of the group's newer members under my wing and also a reward for you for all you do for the group."
The company they worked for sold very exclusive lingerie mail orders, the internet or a select number of outlets around the world and was an exceptionally thriving concern. So much so that they could employ two lots of people, the first was a collection of Lesbian or bi-sexual women or girls of varying ages, colours and sizes who had a lot of fun amongst themselves and with the Lesbian boss Susan, she liked a regular supply of pussy (normally young) throughout the day, every day. The second team were the people who did the hard work of making the company so successful but were oblivious to the first group's activities -- they knew the people who worked there but all seemed to come under the 'special projects' banner.
John stepped forward and captured Jean as she returned to face him and he gently steered her backwards to the stairs. Once he had her seated, he knelt in front of her, hitched her panties aside and started to attack her pussy with his amazing tongue. She had been in his house less than five minutes but found herself stripped and hurtling towards an orgasm. 'God, she tasted good' John thought to himself. With his lower face covered in her juices, he stood up and announced "Let's get your things stowed away and then we'll take a shower" which she knew would be when she'd be having her second climax. Most of her clothing consisted of various sets of underwear that she had happily modelled for John on numerous occasions and therefore took very little time putting away for temporary storage.
Before she left home to journey over to John's house Jean had spent a fair amount of time making herself look good for him, although she came to the realisation at the time that she could have turned up in a sack and would no doubt have received a similarly rapt reception. Even though he spoke no words, when John stripped and stepped into his big shower cubicle, she had absolutely no qualms in following suit even though it meant messing up the work she had been so fastidious in doing.
As if on instinct she knew he would take her in his arms, pull her in close to kiss her slowly and tenderly and so it was, all the while his manhood growing to its full extent as his hands caressed her arms and back. After much kissing and fondling Jean was leant with her back to the tiles and John knelt using his amazing tongue on her clitoris and pussy once more. Naturally, she felt compelled to reciprocate and knelt before her lover taking his manhood into her mouth, rocking her head forward in long slow strokes. He was usually such a gentle lover but today was one of those rare occasions when he needed more, holding her head in his hands and face fucking her just how she needed to be treated sometimes -- there was plenty of time for the other stuff.
As much as he was enjoying the attention God knows there would be plenty of time in the coming weeks for a repeat performance. John pulled her up to the standing position and kissed her one last time before turning her around and pushing her forward until she was leaning against the cubicle wall. From this position he was able to easily aim his cock at her velvety pussy and ever so slowly push forward as the fleshy folds enveloped him, drawing him ever deeper until their loins met. He held still enjoying the simplicity of the snug warm clasp she had on him.
