Chair Of The Womens Institute

It was yet another drunken night, Steve and Tony as usual talked about all sorts, most of rubbish. Good friends at school, both had graduated at different Universities and met back up for the summer.

The topic as usual turned to sex and who they fancied, the usual friends and celebrities were mentioned.

At that point Tony asked:

"Honestly, which real woman we know over 45 do you really fancy?"

There were the usual mum jokes, but then they started putting some serious thought into it. A range of ex teachers, neighbours and family friends were considered at length, in the end each had made a choice.

Steve picked a family friend called Anne, a curvy brunette in her mid 40's with a bubbly personality. Despite the age gap, they had always gotten on well and she was interested to catch up with what he was doing. Looks wise she was quite similar to Sarah Palin.

After consideration, Tony admitted he'd had the hots for his neighbour Margo, the Chair of the Women's Institute for years. She was often at his house organising institute business with his mum. He thought she was around 50, married to a high flyer with grown up kids.

She was blonde with hints of white beginning, about 5ft 9 inches with green eyes. Not classically beautiful, but there was just something about her he couldn't quite put this finger on. Maybe it was the prim appearance, the classic vintage 50's look (hair up and fitted pencil skirts and tight sweaters), her confident 'I'm in charge manner' or the fact she was so totally out of reach.

They discussed the merits of each at length and somewhere in the drunken conversation dared each other that they had to try and flirt with the woman of their dreams before they met next Friday.

The next day, Tony was nursing a hangover, he recalled the previous night's conversation and dismissed the idea as nonsense, but it kept niggling away at him through the day. By the time Sunday arrived he thought he might try if the opportunity arose, if nothing else just to put Steve on the spot. Margo had come over as usual, but his mum was always near. When Margo mentioned needing some work done on the house, Tony volunteered saying he needed to earn some cash over the summer.

As a result Tony found himself at Margo's house on the Monday morning, being given a growing list of jobs which would keep him busy for a few weeks. When he had the chance Tony checked Margo out, she had a curvy figure in the usual pencil skirt and matching jacket which kept well hidden what seemed liked some impressive breasts. As usual she wore heels and everything seemed perfectly trussed up and formal. She seemed to rustle as she walked and Tony pondered about if she wore tights or stockings.

She seemed to relax with him there and they chatted more easily than he anticipated.

Margo mentioned going to an event and struggling to pick up an outfit. Tony thought this might be his chance; he stumbled over his words and blurted out:

"You would look great in whatever you wear."

Then there was silence... Margo stopped dead and looked at him quizzically, Tony blushed desperately trying to think of something to make his comment seem less stark and failed. Eventually Margo smiled saying:

"Well that's lovely of you to say, thank you."

Tony was gutted, but at least it didn't seem to bother Margo too much and he could win his dare. Actually if anything she seemed to relax and chat more, she asked about college, friends and girlfriends and shared more of her background, not quite the stern ice queen she initially presented.

He started making good progress with the interior paintings and enjoyed the breaks in Margo's company. He loved her classic looks and styles and enjoyed checking her out when she wasn't looking, especially her rather full but shapely ass.

A few days later, Margo asked Tony to sit for a chat; he didn't think anything of it until she said:

"About your comment the other day and the fact I have noticed you looking at me at times."

Again Tony was mortified and desperately trying to think on his feet.

Margo continued:

"I'm wondering if those things suggest you are attracted to me?"

Tony:

"Ah right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare and I thought it might be nice to give a compliment."

Margo as direct as ever, responded:

"So you aren't attracted to me?"

Tony stumbled again:

"Yes, no I mean... sorry, yes you are attractive, can I just stop talking?"

He then blushed, feeling like an embarrassed school kid asking a girl out for the first time.

Margo smiled and seemed to relax within herself:

"Good, I'm pleased we have cleared that up, so tell me, what would you like to do about it?"

She seemed to know just the thing to say to embarrass Tony the most.

"Well, I would like to get to know you, I mean if you weren't married and mum's friend and everything."

"Hmmm, interesting, I am going to need to tell my husband,"

"What, no, don't do that, he'll kill me and it's not like we have done anything, I just fancy you and looked a bit."

Margo stood:

"I need to think about what is best, we will chat again tomorrow, don't worry about it, let yourself out".

Tony left distraught, his mind racing about what Margo, the stalwart of the community was going to do. After a night of turmoil Tony glumly returned the next day. He had imagined all sorts of scenarios: angry husband, his mum furious, friends knowing.

Much to his relief Margo was alone when he entered. As usual she was dressed formally in a navy twin set of skirt and jacket. The skirt reached her knees covering what he guessed were barely black tights, the blouse was ruffled silk and cream coloured; the heels seemed a bit higher than her usual ones. She sat on the settee alone and nodded for him to sit. As direct as ever, she began;

"So I told my husband Matt."

"What... please say you didn't, I'm really sorry!"

"Before you panic, you should know that I discovered Matt cheating with his bimbo secretary 12 months ago. We agreed to stay together for appearances, finances and the fact we like our lifestyles; but if I get any hassle from him, it's off for a divorce and a major dent in his political ambitions. It also means I'm free to make my own choices, as long as I'm discreet."

"Oh, right," Tony hesitated...

"That's good then, although obviously I'm sorry about what has happened with you and Matt."

"Oh I'm over that, but back to your comments and wanting to get to know me, I think that would be a really good idea, I'm missing some company and Matt won't interfere... so if you can keep a secret?"

Tony was totally flabbergasted, he suddenly had a thought about being set up and hidden camera, but it didn't feel like that.

"Wow, right, yes, errm secrets are no problem at all."

Margo smiled:

"Good, so tell me, what exactly have you been looking at?"

"Well, I love the classy way you dress, you have great legs."

"Just my legs?"

"And ermm bum and breasts, everything really."

"I do hope you like my face and personality as well!"

"Yeah of course, you're lovely."

Margo actually laughed this time, it was quite disarming:

"So maybe we should try a kiss and see if we have any 'connection' as you younger guys call it these days?"

Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he wasn't about to waste the opportunity. He leaned over and kissed Margo tentatively on the lips. After a slight pause he broke away to see how she would react, again she smiled:

"Nice start but we should we try again."

This time it was Margo who leaned in and kissed him her tongue immediately entering his mouth and exploring. It was a kiss full of passion and felt electric, sending sensations all over his body, he was immediately hard.

They continued kissing for several minutes, Tony couldn't believe how quickly things had moved and how passionate Margo was. As they were kissing his hand naturally touched her hip, he thought about running it further up or down but hesitated. He then felt Margo's hand slide his down to her thigh, he found the hem of her skirt and ran his hand back up the outside of her leg under the skirt, part of the way up he noticed the nylons stop and felt a small clasp, oh my God, she wearing stockings.

Margo seem to notice his reaction, she broke the kiss.

"I hope you like them Tony, I wear them most days, they make me feel good, especially when I realised you were looking at them. I have a whole range of expensive lingerie to show you."

Tony was delighted, he was visual guy and bemoaned the fact women his age rarely wore lingerie. He immediately returned to kissing her more passionately and feeling more of her stockings and thigh.

Eventually his had drifted to Margo's breasts, there were layers of material in the way but she was much bigger than he expected and he had more than his hands full.

"Mmmm, so you like those as well, 38e in case you are wondering."

Tony gasped:

"They are awesome... can I see them!"

"Of course honey, I'll expect you to give them lots of attention, they have been sadly neglected."

Margo stood and took off her tweed jacket, she seemed to push her chest forward and it looked really impressive above her slim waist. She them slowly undid her silk blouse and threw it at Tony. He heard her skirt unzip, the sexiest sound ever, she had to wriggle it down over her hips before it pooled at her heels.

The Chairwomen of the Women's Institute was stood before him in black heels, stockings, an open bottom black satin girdle and matching bustier which was struggling to contain her impressive breasts. Tony had no idea someone as mature and respectable could be so transformed into such a sexual goddess.

Margo looked down and the bulge in Tony's pants:

"It seems I have your attention, now why don't you show me what you are packing?"

Tony stood, in his eagerness he stripped in no more than a few seconds, his now fully hard cock swaying wildly as he kicked off his jeans.

Margo eyes lit up:

"Mmmm, a six pack, you're young and fit, and... fucking hung, just how big are you?"

"Just over 7 inches!"

"Well soon to be lover, that is a lovely cock, it's difficult to know what to do with it first."

Tony realised that the outwardly prim Margo had just used the words 'fucking' and 'cock'. She was full of surprises and it made his cock twitch even more. He was so turned on he was worried about shooting his load before Margo even touched him.

She seemed to read his mind:

"The first time why don't we enjoy playing, I'll give you a choice between cumming on my stockings, tits or in my mouth."

Tony nearly dropped his load on the spot, it was an impossible choice and she'd casually confirmed she was up for oral to completion, he recovered saying:

"Any chance of starting with your tits and finishing in your mouth"

Margo smiled again:

"Certainly, greedy boy, but in return you had better be up for some pussy munching."

"Any time you like, I love giving."

At that Margo undid her bustier and released her two enormous breasts, the hung heavily but retained a firmness of a younger woman. She cupped them and gave them a playful jiggle. She then beckoned Tony back to the settee and dropped to her knees in front of him. She dragged her red nails down his chest before taking his cock in hand. Tony noticed her wedding ring which just added to the excitement.

As she slowly began stroking Tony's cock she said:

"Mmm it's the first new one I've had in 30 years, and it's quite wonderful, I can't tell you how much I'm looking forwarding to being serviced by it."

Everything she said was dripping in sexuality, the situation and her language was a huge turn on.

Margo then expertly placed Tony's cock in her cleavage and squeezed her breast around it. They were so big Tony's cock disappeared. She moved up and down at a pace which just allowed Tony to control his load.

This continued for several minutes and felt absolutely heavenly, Margo continued with sexual comments, mostly about her tits which she referred to as 'her girls'.

Just when he thought it couldn't feel any better Margo moved her breasts away. She looked at Tony in the eye and proceeded to kiss the end of his cock. Smiling she then licked his whole length, never breaking eye contact. She teased relentlessly until he was begging for her to suck it, and suck it she did. She managed to take more than any girl he had known, but it was the actual sucking action itself that had him on the verge of cumming quickly.

Tony warned Margo he was close. Margo muffled mmmm hmmm and just kept sucking. She kept it her mouth as he exploded his load into her. Tony was shouting in ecstasy, it was the biggest orgasm he had ever, he just kept cumming and cumming. Margo gamely took every drop. Eventually he finished and she let his cock fall from her mouth saying:

"Wow you cum in buckets, I'll let you into a secret, I've never let my husband do that."

Tony remained rock hard which Margo took great delight in.

"Mmm the benefit of youth, so eager and ready to go again, but we have a deal."

Margo proceeded to sit on the edge of her dining room table, she hitched her girdle up slightly, spreading her legs she laughingly said:

"Down boy".

Tony didn't need a second invite; he dropped to his knees and went straight into kissing her neatly trimmed pussy with gusto. Margo slowed him down and suggested kisses on thighs at first, then her outer lips and then her pussy before working on her clit. She continued with a steady stream of instructions and groans. She was very aware when his strong hands gripped her girdle covered bum; at that point she wrapped her stocking clad legs around his head. This drove Tony on and almost immediately gave Margo an orgasm, Tony didn't stop and Margo rolled into further multiple orgasms.

They were both left a little dazed and took a break, having a drink, chatting and joking about the fact that so far they seemed compatible. Once recovered, Margo casually took hold of Tony's still hard cock and led him by it to her bedroom. They kissed passionately and explored each others bodies further. Margo looked into Tony's eyes:

"So how do you feel about fucking the Chair of the WI with that wonderful young cock of yours?"

Tony pushed her onto the bed, asking:

"How do you want it?"

Margo spread her legs.

"Long and deep."

Tony struggled not to rush it and entered her slowly; he nudged into what was a surprising tight pussy, the ecstasy increasing the further he pushed. Margo squirmed and groaned as he fully buried inside her.

He withdrew almost fully and then drove into her, Margo responded with her nails scraping down his back.

He repeated the slow withdrawal and forward plunge several times.

On the next withdrawal he hesitated and asked Margo what she wanted.

Margo eyes flashed open.

"I want you to fuck my married pussy with that beautiful hard cock of yours."

Tony drove in, then picked up a steady rhythm, encouraged by Margo's cries of 'yes' and 'fuck me'. It crossed his mind that the neighbours might hear which added to the excitement. He looked down to see her huge tits banging up and had a good feel of them. He was glad for his earlier orgasm as it allowed him to fuck Margo all the harder, he continued to pick up his pace and was now ploughing into her. Margo was panting heavily, gasping that she had never been fucked like this before. True or not it drove Tony on, he heard a low groan from Margo as she began to orgasm, it was all the encouragement he needed as he let his own orgasm overtake him. They both came heavily as Tony fucked her for all his worth.

Collapsing in a heap, Tony realised it was the first time he had come at the same time as his partner and it felt wonderful

The eventually recovered, basking it the glow their erotic coupling and closeness of what they had felt, both knowing they would be repeating the session. The prim WI wife turned out to be a hot, confident sexual goddess; Tony couldn't believe his luck and couldn't wait for their next session.

For her part, Margo thought Tony was the perfect solution to her marriage of convenience. She had felt lonely and neglected but now she had a no ties stud on tap. She loved the attention from him and had every intention of keeping him keenly interested using all her womanly experience. His age, gaining some revenge on her husband, the need for secrecy and the fact he was the son of her friend just added to the thrill.