This story is a re write of one of my earlier stories. It is a complete fantasy, and no one is under the age of 20 and there is no cruelty.
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INTRODUCTION
Bruce was 36 now but he had remembered that exciting evening so many times, over the following years, as if it were yesterday. He was a married man with a beautiful young wife Judith. He was Head of Science at the local high school, but at times his memory and excitement overtook him, and he had to visit the bathroom to be alone with his secret exciting thoughts.
He was still quite important in his school life but knew his position in the household had changed irrevocably.
When he had married Judith, it was a match made in heaven. Both their parents were over the moon. Whilst Judith was a rather shy young woman, it was obvious she was also very bright. Bruce it was in a different league. He was simply brilliant.
At Junior school he had already excelled but when he moved onto high school his talent became even sharper. He flew through University getting First Class Honours degrees in Science and becoming Chess Champion for the county.
The High School which he and Judith had attended had been upgraded to an Academy and in a relatively short time Bruce had been promoted to Head of Department. It was generally taken for granted that he was destined for even greater things. He was still a very popular man with his friends and colleagues.
Meanwhile Judith had also progressed. She had obtained a good degree and with Bruce's guidance had been appointed Junior Mistress at the same Academy as Bruce. That was when her talent and her shy popularity really began to show. She had moved on to become a Senior teacher and when the vacancy occurred she was appointed Head of English and Art.
It didn't stop there. The Deputy Head Master passed away suddenly and to everyone's surprise, Judith was appointed Deputy Head Mistress. It was a shock to his system, but Bruce accepted the situation. Although she was technically his boss, their lines of work didn't cross too dramatically.
It was also helped by the fact that Judith was such a nice lady and would frequently refer some problems to her husband. Bruce liked that very much. He adored Judith. Everyone did.
Things didn't change very much. He was still an important man in the Academy and at home it was very much a shared responsibility. They both realized that it was important that they respected each other. This was genuine.
It did become a little more difficult as Judith's responsibilities grew. She was also in charge of all administration and the hiring and firing of all staff down to Dinner Servers, Cleaners and Janitors. Even these lower level employees thought she was wonderful. She had a wonderful talent to make people feel important.
The big problem for Bruce was that now Judith's circle of friends and colleagues had grown so much that he frequently found himself at a loose end as his wife was conducting some sort of meeting in their main lounge.
It had been on one such evening, all those years ago that the events started to take place that had made such a big change in his life. Judith's elevation was an important factor, but Bruce knew it had all started when he had gone out for a simple drive on a lovely Autumnal Evening. It humiliated him and excited him in so many ways. He went over and over the events of the last 11 years.
11 YEARS AGO.
At that time he had been just 25 years of age. The more he thought about it, the images became more vivid. His memories were so intense. He had only been married a couple of years year but already he had sensed that his wife Judith was always busy with her friends and her career in the same school. She was very bright.
He had slipped out one evening for an evening drive in his car. He had only traveled 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. It had been so peaceful.
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.
He stopped and moved closer. 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 breathed heavily as he watched her through the window. He had felt so aroused as she looked so powerful. Bruce had always admired big women.
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. Bruce 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 young wife Judith and her friends always seemed so busy. This woman looked so mature and comforting. Almost motherly.
As he watched she took her substantial 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. Bruce 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 watched.
She had even turned her back to the window so that he could see her ample bottom. She was quite a buxom woman. Bruce positively ached at the sight of her white cotton 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 Bruce 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 Bruce, smiled, unzipped his trousers pulled his cock out and moving a little closer he whispered: "She's at it again. Isn't she a big beauty? What a fuck she'd make." Bruce panted. He felt guilty as 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 vagina with a vibro just showing between her open labia. She didn't actually beckon them in, but just smiling happily as she held her panties in her hand in an inviting way.
Bruce had relived the following 2 hours so many times over the following years 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 Bruce felt bound to mumble "They are nice."
The woman's panties were on the floor at her feet. The man could see Bruce looking down at the discarded underwear and commented "She looks good without her knickers on, doesn't she? She has a nice hairy cunt." Bruce half nodded. The words were adding to his excitement.
Although the man was still masturbating he was also talking casually to Bruce making little observations " She has quite a big cunt. She must be about 40." Bruce nodded.
