Hi there, my name is Terry McNab and I have been fucking the living daylights out of Tom Carter's wife. I believe Louise has been telling you all about it. She does tend to be a gossipy little wench, not to mention extremely giddy. Maybe I can fill in some of the gaps but I would be grateful if you would keep a lot of this to yourselves. I normally do not like to boast about conquests of mine. I tend to find it childish and immature, but since Louise herself has chosen to speak out and confess, I see no reason not to give you the story from a man's perspective.
I have not known Louise all that long, it is her husband, Tom, I know from going and watching the Harlequins play rugby. I have a season ticket and my allotted seat is right next to his. I don't know him much at all apart those occasions when we see each other at home matches. I now have a season ticket to fuck his lovely wife which I thought at one time was never going to happen.
So, apart from the rugby, I had never really met Tom socially until I decided to change my local, and my hunting-ground, my cunt-hunting ground that is, and wondered into the Fox and Grapes pub one night.
"The Fox", as it is known by the locals, is a very quaint old English pub, you know like it has never changed for centuries, lovely real-ale and a great atmosphere created by the Georgian windows and the shiny horse brasses nailed to the ancient wooden beams that run parallel to each other across the lounge area. I think it dates back to Elizabethan times at least, and has a lovely old fireplace that the landlord keeps fuelled with wooden logs and a cosy fire throws out gentle warmth in winter time.
As soon as I got myself a beer and turned to walk away from the bar I saw Tom sat at one of the tables and I went to sit down with him.
At first Tom and I talked about the recent home game which the Harlequins had lost 24--19 but it was Tom's wife that caught my attention. Let me tell you why Louise interested me so much.
Although I am only 23 I have had my fair share of young pussy. In fact I have not only had my share but someone-else's as well. The thing is that I find young women just do not perform between the sheets, they do not know how to fuck and they lay there like wet-flannels while I have to do all the fucking so they can get to have an orgasm. Then at a recent New Year's party a man who was there with his wife drank too much, lost control of his legs and had to be helped home.
I gave him the fireman's lift, plonking him over my shoulder, and under the directions of his wife, who suddenly looked quite attractive, took him to his house, about 300 yards down the street, got him upstairs and dropped him unceremoniously on the bed, still fast asleep, then went back downstairs and shagged his randy wife on the living room couch.
Now let me tell something. That woman was the best fuck I had had so far, in fact she was wild. Her soft, little arse never stopped humping until after she had her third orgasm and I had shot mine into her pussy, a real fuck for once.
Right at that point the door opened and her bleary-eyed husband stood there still wobbling on his legs. I jumped up, pulled up my trousers, coiled my cock away, and zipped up my fly, all in one sweet movement, leaving his darling wife with one leg dangling onto the floor and the other up over the back of the couch and a rich jism-cream-pie trickling from her slit down to the soft, rosy cheeks of her arse.
I had just let her New Year in, in every sense of the word, and as I pushed past her husband, who was still trying to gather his wits, his eyes still trying to focus on the mess I had just left between his wife's thighs, I wished him happy New Year, was out of the door and on my way down the street as fast as my legs could carry me.
I reckon that woman was about 46 years of age and she was just something else. She fucked like she hadn't had a good fuck for years. After that I wanted every mature looking woman in the neighbourhood, if she was at all attractive, but unfortunately that meant, in the main, married women and there were quite a few that wanted a young-body and a young-cock -- I have both.
So you can imagine exactly what was on my mind when I ran my eyes over Louise Carter. She sat there next to her husband wearing a pretty blue and white dress. I wanted, no needed, to know what delights were under that dress. Those lovely well-rounded and very smooth knees, whenever I got a glimpse of them it had my cock pushing right up through the band of my jockeys. I went into my top gear flirting mode but got very little response -- in fact no bloody response really.
The next time I went in the Fox she looked even better wearing a black pleated skirt, just short of knee length, and a white blouse with enough buttons undone to show a moderate amount of cleavage and her blouse was transparent enough to show off her white bra cups. Clearly her breasts were not too big, not too small, just lovely and petite. My eyes were drawn to her engagement ring and broad wedding band. She had long fingers and nicely manicured fingers nails. I could just imagine her hand wrapped around by stiff throbbing cock. In my mind I was fucking her doggie-fashion with those sweet little tits dangling into my hands and her somewhere beneath me.
One question kept racing through my mind. What was she doing with a nerd like Tom Carter? I started to do my homework and after a few weeks I knew all about him, where he worked, what times he left the house in the morning and what time he got home in the evening. I knew exactly where he lived and how many bedrooms the house had. I knew which bedroom he and Louise slept in and that they had no children. Tom, of course, had no idea that I was doing a kind of mind map and reconnaissance of his house and his life but Louise was listening all the time as I got to know more and more.
