I’d been living with the Blackmore’s for just over two weeks. It was a good arrangement; my girlfriend had kicked me out of the flat yet again and, to be frank, I was beginning to wonder if she was worth all the bother. Mary was pretty enough and had a great personality but, between the sheets, she was rather conservative. She was fine with straight sex - as long as I didn’t want it more than once a week - but anything to do with oral or anal sex or anything remotely kinky was a complete non-starter.
And so I found myself at the Blackmore’s. As I said, the arrangement suited us all; I needed a break away from Mary for a while and they needed the extra income that a paying guest would generate.
I had known John Blackmore as a co-worker for several years. He was a good friend and lost no time in suggesting the arrangement as soon as he understood my situation. I had wondered if his wife would be as keen on the agreement as he was and was therefore a little apprehensive about our first meeting.
Actually, the first meeting was the day I moved in and as soon as I met Sandra I realised that I need not have been concerned.
Sandra Blackmore looked a little older than me - maybe around the forty mark - but a good looking woman. She stood nearly as tall as me and her strawberry coloured hair framed a face that seemed to light up the room. Her blue eyes constantly twinkled giving the impression that she was always thinking about something she shouldn’t be!
Two weeks passed quickly. John and I would drive to work together and, unlike my girlfriend, Sandra seemed quite unconcerned if we stopped off for a beer or two on the way home. Life was good and I was beginning to wonder why I had never thought of this arrangement before.
It was a Friday night and John and I had enjoyed a few glasses of cold beer at Mulligan’s on the way home. We were in good spirits but when we actually arrived home I found that the day had finally caught up with me.
“I’m just going to take a shower and hit the sack, buddy.” I said as I made my way up the stairs.
John waved at me absently. As he walked a little unsteadily into the lounge I could see that the room was in darkness. Sandra must have given up waiting for us and turned in herself, I thought.
Once in my room I flicked on the TV and VCR and started to strip off my clothes in preparation for my shower. I remembered that I had been watching a blue movie the night before and quickly turned the volume down as the screen flickered into life. I looked at the TV. The scene continued where I had left off the previous night with a large breasted woman giving a young man a deep-throated blow job. Torn between the waiting shower-room down the hall and watching a little more of the movie, the swelling bulge beneath my jeans decided for me.
I lay down on the bed and got comfortable. The young man in the movie was now fondling and caressing the older woman’s large breasts; kissing and sucking at the swollen, turgid nipples. I unzipped my fly and touched my solid member beneath. Sighing silently as the warm flesh throbbed in my hand, I began to slowly masturbate as I watched.
I must have been completely engrossed in my own secretive world, so much so that I didn’t hear the door open.
“I wish I had boobs as big as those!”
Ripped out of my reverie, I wheeled around on the bed to see Sandra standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel. I tried frantically to hide my hard erection but it was a futile exercise. It was clear that Sandra had already seen everything that I had. Words stuck in my throat and refused to vocalise. I don’t suppose anything that I would have said would have made much difference anyway.
Sandra rescued the situation by breaking the awkward silence.
“I don’t think you should stop just like that.” She was smiling at me as she continued. “Whenever I play with myself, there’s very little that would make me stop so suddenly. I’m sure it’s not good for you!”
My jaw was doing a fair impression of a child’s yo-yo as it rose and fell wordlessly. My mind suddenly cleared enough for me to realise that the movie was still running and I made a grab for the remote.
“No, don’t turn it off,” Sandra said, “its ages since I’ve seen a good porn movie! She does have very large breasts doesn’t she?”
My eyes drifted back to the screen and I nodded. The woman in the movie was now on her hands and knees and receiving a good fucking from behind. Her heavy breasts swung pendulously beneath her.
Before I knew what had happened, my friend’s wife was sitting next to me on the bed and staring avidly at the screen.
“Do you like big tits, Adam?”
I shrugged non-commitally. Actually I am rather fond of large breasts but I was still finding it hard to voice any coherent words.
