This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.
*
John remembered that evening over the following years many times as if it were yesterday. He was a married man with a beautiful young wife Jennifer, but at times his memory and excitement overtook him and he had to visit the bathroom to be alone with his secret thoughts.
As he thought back the images became more vivid. His memories were so intense. At the time,he had only been married for about a year but he sensed that his wife Jennifer was more interested in her friends and her career.
He had slipped out one evening for an evening drive in his car. He had only travelled about 5 miles and parked his car in one of the terraced streets and went for a stroll. It wasn't very dark but it was so quiet without a soul in sight.
The lighted window had caught his attention; the curtains were not drawn and he could see the head and shoulders of a woman who was combing her hair.
She was only wearing a white brassiere which emphasized her firm ample breasts and white cotton panties. They were full cut knickers and not the silly thong things. It made her seem more of a woman. She wasn't really fat but she was a big woman. He had felt so aroused as she looked so powerful.
He looked around furtively, there wasn't a soul around, and at that point he unzipped his trousers and released his stiff penis. Holding it firmly in his right hand he began to gently stroke himself. His eyes staring fixedly into the well lit room.
John was mesmerized at the sight, he was almost at a climax and had to still his hand from his throbbing penis to prevent himself making a mess.
His wife Jennifer and her friends always seemed so busy and he felt intimidated. This woman looked so mature and comforting. Almost motherly.
As he watched she took her brassiere off and looked straight out of the window into the blackness wearing just her knickers.
She was a strong looking woman, very sturdy with big breasts and thighs. Her panties were pulling tightly between her legs. She really was powerful.
John realized that she couldn't see him but at the same time she must know that there was someone watching in her garden. This made it even more erotic. She wanted to be seen.
She had even turned her back to the window so that he could see her ample bottom. She was quite a substantial woman. John ached at the sight of her white panties straining to contain her bum cheeks.
She turned to face the window again and smiled as she slipped her hand into her white panties and pressed herself. Her face was one of extreme enjoyment and he could see her pushing into her underwear and wriggling her hips and buttocks.
What John didn't notice was a dark figure moving quietly and slowly along the line of garden fences towards him. As the man drew nearer he suddenly became aware of his presence and fumbled to hide his rampant penis quickly pulling his jacket over his nakedness.
The man stopped and looked over the fence at the woman in the window. He stared at John, smiled, unzipped his trousers pulled his cock out and moving a little closer he whispered: "She's at it again. Isn't she a beauty? What a fuck she'd make." John panted. He felt guilty but he had thought the same.
The man masturbated slowly staring at the woman as she took off her white panties and exposed her exquisite hairy fanny with a vibro just showing between her open labia.
John had relived the following 2 hours so many times as the man had encouraged him to go into the woman's house with him and he had felt her up in all ways. The conversation had sort of drifted along in a dream.
They had both stood in front of the woman who was smiling straight at them and yet carried on with her own ministrations. The man had asked him "What do you think of her tits?"
The question was ridiculous but John felt bound to mumble "They are nice."
The woman's panties were on the floor at her feet. The man could see John looking down at the discarded underwear and said "She looks good without her knickers on doesn't she? She has a nice hairy cunt." John half nodded. The words were adding to his excitement.
Although the man was still masturbating he was also talking almost casually to John making little observations "She must be about 40 as she has quite a big cunt." John nodded.
Then the man shocked him "Do you want to fuck her?"
John's shock must have showed as the man simply said "Its up to you, but you can fuck her if you want to." John wanted to.
Not much more was said but the strange man encouraged him to fuck the woman who just lay down on the carpet in front of him without any panties on and her legs open. It was incredible.
Even as he was doing it, the man was on his knees at his side asking him "Are you up her?" John was out of breath but he nodded.
The man was persistent "What I mean is are you right up her. Is your cock fully up?"
John gasped "Yes it is."
Actually, it has slipped up her with ease and she had closed her legs slightly to hold him in a tight grip. It was wonderful.
The man was very excited but didn't speak to the woman at any time, and when John had left, the man came out with him and they had gone their separate ways.
Even all this time after the event, John had remembered the shock on the following Friday when Jennifer had asked him to slip down the local supermarket to pick up a few items.
Suddenly like a bolt from the blue he saw the same woman walking along pushing a trolley, and there by her side the man who had joined him at the garden fence.
In the light of day, John was able to see them better. She was reasonably well dressed although the man looked a bit seedy and downtrodden. She seemed to be telling him off for some reason.
It was only then that John realised he had been part of a set up and that they were not strangers. She recognised him and smiled sweetly as she passed. The man nodded.
Over the years John had thought about the strange couple. It became more erotic each time he felt overpowered and overwhelmed and went to the bathroom. Each time the feelings seemed to be more intense.
Now 10 years later he was sensible married man and yet he still found it difficult to shake those old erotic images images out of his mind. Jennifer was a lovely beautiful lady but over the years things had become very predictable and unexciting. She always seemed to be more interested in chatting to her friends or work colleagues.
One weekend Jenny had gone away with Marian and some friends for a few days. On the Saturday, John found himself in the Supermarket again wandering around for odd bits and pieces. As he was going around the shelves he saw her picking up some frozen peas.
He wasn't sure it was her but then he saw that the man with her was the same weedy little man who had met him in the garden all those years ago. He heard the man speak to her and realised that her name was Agnus. She was dressed like any ordinary middle aged woman out shopping. Her husband was a bit drab.
He didn't want to eavesdrop but she seemed to be calling him Malcolm. His face was very downcast and John thought that he looked like 'a Malcolm'.
He wasn't sure if they had seen him and he was unsure what to do. He went through to Checkout in a sort of daze. It was a sort of erotic feeling and his heart was pounding. He knew that he wasn't a silly young boy any more and made his way slowly across the car park. He saw them again loading up their car. It was rather well worn showing some rust.
He pretended not to see them and loaded his own quite modern car. He looked around again and froze as the man was making his way across the car park towards him. The woman was now sitting in her car.
When Malcolm reached him he simply said "My wife wondered if you would like to come home with us for a cup of tea?"
It was a ridiculous situation and John pondered. As it happened, with Jennifer away there was nothing stopping him. Also there was nothing much on the TV. He knew he was making up excuses to go.
He simply said "Yes, that would be nice."
Malcolm said "You have a nice car. Our car is that blue banger. Can you follow me?"
