LADY CAROL - JUST NO LADY NO MORE!
N.B. This story involves an unfaithful wife who is turned into a big cock hungry slut. Cheating on her husband and impregnation. If you don't like reading that sort of sexually descriptive material DON'T fucking read it! Piss off and read the fekin beano or some other church magazine. You have been warned. Now for the rest of you sex starved readers, or just those who like me enjoy a good read of filthy hardcore sex...then read on!!
There I was bent over the back of the chair in our bedroom, looking down the driveway of our home, with the teenage gardeners cock buried in my cunt, not sixty minutes after my husband had left for work.
James, was nineteen, had a hard well toned body almost like an Adonis god. It was that that had caught my eye the first day he started work here after my husband had hired him. His body glistened with sweat as he laboured in the sunshine of early May. His t-shirt tucked into his waistband, and his jeans snugly fitting to his hips. I must have stared too long, as he caught me looking and grinned. I felt my face go red, and scampered off into the house to have a cold drink and a quick rub at my pussy which had suddenly got pretty damp.
I went to the bathroom and pulled my skirt down pulling my panties aside. Placing one foot on top off the pan. I sat against the sink opened my legs wide and then, I began to give myself a quick fingering to relieve the tension building up inside me. My stilettos made it difficult to stay still but I was managing fine. The tension of an impeding orgasm was almost there, when suddenly I heard a voice calling.
"Mrs C you there?"
I quickly yelled back
"Eh yeah just coming!" frustratingly not the way I had wanted, before I quickly sorted myself out. However my face must have been a give away, as when I emerged and walked into the kitchen. James was stood at the back door smiling almost as if he knew what I'd been doing.
"How can I help you James?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could, wondering if he could smell my sexual arousal from my unwashed fingers and sopping wet pussy. I shook my head trying to dislodge that vision and looked at him as calmly as I could.
"I've just about finished the back garden, and was wondering if I could have a glass of water before I start the front" he said. All the time watching me with those youthful blue eyes.
"Sure, sure I'll just get you one!" as I felt my neck get red. My hands quickly going to it to try and conceal my obvious state of arousal. For crying out loud why was I feeling so aroused, I mean it wasn't as if my husband John didn't keep me sexually stimulated. But this young man, this boy, yes this boy was making me feel like a dizzy teen all over again. Thirty years old, married and a lovely home in the countryside I had no reason to feel aroused, yet I was.
"here!" I said as I handed him the glass.
He went to take it and his hand brushed mine, I felt a little flutter in my stomach as his hand slid gently over the back of my hand. Smiling I looked away, just as he took a drink, then changing his hands he lifted a finger from the hand that had been holding the glass and licked it running his tongue up and down its length. Grinning as he did so.
"Mmmm tastes nice Mrs C!"
My pussy started tingling almost immediately. Surely he couldn't taste me could he?. I looked open mouthed at my hand, wondering. Then back at him as he put the glass down and took a step into the kitchen, I had my answer.
"Well, well Mrs C. Who's been a naughty girl?"
He was still licking his fingers. I looked again at my own fingers and saw the tell tale signs of juices starting to dry on my own fingers. My face flushed and I started to stammer.
"Eh em, look eh James, em I was eh just eh!.." desperately trying to justify my own actions to this teenager. What the hell was wrong with me, why did I need to justify what I did in private to him.
"Look James.." I started to say in bravado.
"I know what you have been doing Mrs C, I can taste your pussy juice on my fingers... Did I make you do that?.... Did you get a bit aroused Mrs C. at my athletic body and fancy a wee frig to yourself Mmmm?"
This boy knew no shame. His bravado far outweighed mine, I was beat and I already knew it. My head dropped, my face burned with shame and He knew and I knew that at that moment I was defeated I was about to become his. No fight, no argument, just plain and simple beaten by my own actions. Of not being able to control my lustful need for self gratification. I swallowed hard and looked up to see him standing right in front of me. His t-shirt on the floor, Oh god, oh my god I knew right away that he was going to fuck me, and I couldn't stop him. Indeed I didn't want to stop him, I craved what he was going to do to me.
He looked right at me lifting my face towards his, kissed me softly gently, like a proper lover would, my fears and worries disappeared. The thoughts of my marriage gone, my husband and him finding out gone. He just smiled and spoke to me...
"Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you."....."Slow and easy, or fast and crazy. I'll fuck you however you like."... "you just tell me how and I'll do you that way!"
I was gobsmacked, id never been spoken to or talked to like that before. Not from anyone not my husband, not any lover prior to my husband..and there had been one or two. And yet it seemed so right. I leant in and kissed him full on, tongue dancing around his young mouth. If this young stud was going to fuck me I damn well was going to enjoy it and show him what I could do as well.
I was almost in a trance as I found myself telling him exactly what I wanted him tod o to me.
"I want you to kiss my entire body...do whatever you want me to do to you? I'm up for anything."
I moaned softly inwardly as my inner desires took over. I knew I was going to be his slut, and I was willing and ready to be one. In all my eight years of marriage I had never felt the way I felt right then. It just seemed to take over my whole being like an awakening.
"First I want you to undress me. Then want you to kiss every part of my body."
