I have no idea how I let this happen, why I let it, why I never put a stop to it the instant it dropped itself on to me. I am not this kind of person. I do not do this sort of thing. I am better than this, I am a woman of the world, in charge of my life.
I am 40 years old, happily married, two children, a boy 18 and a girl 19. My husband is successful, I lead a good life, go where I want, do what I want, within reason, have 2 or 3 holidays a year, a Golf car and a Mercedes in the garage. Designer clothes, big house, a pool, large garden, a gardener, and a housekeeper. But I am a hands on person too, I well remember my childhood, no money, no nothing except loving parents.
My name is Jennifer, as I said I am 40 years old, 5ft 8" tall, very good looking and still attract the opposite sex, not that I go there, Oh no, not me, no not I! That was though until I let this happen, but maybe I never let it happen, maybe it happened without me being aware of it, taken over maybe?
Maybe I was feeling horny and maybe I wasn't aware that I was, maybe ready for a bout of undiluted sex, rough sex, hard sex, who knows, I don't. I do remember that that morning my nipples were on fire, itchy, wanting action, and when I get like that, as soon as Bobby, my husband has gone to work I take care of things. But maybe for some reason unknown to me I never got round to taking care of things. I know it was on my mind but it never happened. It was 11 o clock, and my husband called to say hello, he always does.
I love him for that, I am the one even now after all these years that is on his mind. I was wearing a light sky blue blouse, buttoned up the front, long sleeved with the cuffs turned up, a dark blue skirt an high heeled sandals, my long hair was in a pony tail and my blouse was outside of my skirt.
My house phone, one of them, is in the kitchen on the wall near the inner door. It rang, I picked it up and it was Bobby making his call. We chatted for a moment, and then my side door opened and in walked Toby, he is my son's best friend, and almost part of the family and he lives next door.
I waved him in, and continued my conversation, he knew Brian, my son was out, Kerry, my daughter was out too so I was on my own. Toby approached me, and then he was stood right in front of me, I smile at him as I chatted. The next moment his fingers were on the blouse buttons and he was undoing them. I wasn't sort of worried, it happened so fast I never saw him do it.
In the next moment he pulled it apart and my front fastening bra was unclipped, that was when I took action. The only trouble was, I was talking to my husband as this all happened in what seemed like a nana second. I flapped my free hand at him, trying to waft away his hands. That was when I should have shouted at him but I never, why? I suppose it was because I was talking to my husband and didn't want to make trouble for anyone.
What did make me clamp my lips shut to avoid a moan, a groan, a shriek, a complaint, anger, annoyance, disbelief, was, he gripped both of my itchy nipples in his fingers and squeezed them. The back of my head hit the wall, and my free hand went to my mouth to stifle whatever it was I was about to utter, say, or demand stoppage.
I did manage to put my hand on his left hand to pull it off me, I did. But h took my wrist and pushed my hand around me and behind my back, things happened fast then, his left hand took my left wrist, my right hand still had the phone in it so was useless. And his right hand fingers regain their position clipping my left nipple.
Toby then bent his head and took my right nipple into his mouth which was as hot as boiling water. Then he bit it lightly, it sent me into orbit.
"Darling I have to go," I said lamely into the phone, "something has come up, sorry, bye." I somehow dropped the phone into its cradle. And the instant I did Toby spun me round, I was already disabled with dizziness, and I found myself looking up at him from my table.
My right arm was trapped between his knees, my left arm was above my held by his left hand, and his right hand was murdering my nipple. Now you maybe wondering how or why I let this happen like this. The truth is I do not know, it just seemed to happen so fast so, sort of out of the worldy I never got my breath or my bearings.
I think I was about to start screaming, shouting, telling him, asking him what the hell he thought he was doing, what he was up to. But I never got that far, his hand dipped under my skirt, though I never saw it take place, and in the fleeting moment he rubbed my pussy, before I think, he got under the edge of my pants and he actually fingered my, unknown to me, bleeding piping hot pussy.
I heard someone yelp, me? Then Toby was on the move, he disappeared out of my eye line to reappear right in front of me. I didn't know what was happening, let alone even where I was. I was as dizzy and disorientate as any one person could ever be, I think. And that was when I was removed from the equation, my panties went and in the blip of time I was being screwed, feeling a cock in your pussy, or in this case mine, was a wondrous feel. I split me in half, metaphorically speaking.
For the first time in my life there was a cock in me that did not belong to my husband, he was the only man I have ever known. My eyes caught Toby in front of me. My neighbour's son was balls deep in me and I couldn't do a thing to resist it. Why? You might ask, well the only thing I can say in my defence right then would be I couldn't, I could even get my breath, it happened so fast, it seems like it was half an hour. In fact if it was more than a minute since he had flipped my blouse open, captured my treacherous nipples, put me on my back on my table and began screwing me, I might be lying to you. It was like I wasn't even there, but I was.
There was also something else I knew, I was hot, I was turned on, I was aroused, now whether this was before he did what he was doing or whether I was already on the boil I didn't know. Toby was looking down at me with an enigmatic smile on his young face. And it was then I knew that he had intended this, he had taken his chance, blow up in his face or not, he was having his day. And I also knew he had already been more than successful.
It was easy to know why he had, and was being successful in taking me down. This solid one woman man, no other had ever been anywhere near me, and I had known no one ever would. I climaxed, and when I climax I blow top to toe. I burst like a dam. I flood, my cum spurts, which looking back wasn't too much of a surprise, not to me anyway, because, as much as I love my husband I had not blown for a long lomg time. So maybe to Toby it was a surprise. I exploded, my legs gripped him, my hands went up to him, I blessed him, I called for him to go harder and faster.
And Toby, bless his heart did just that, he hammered me, he bruised me, he beat me, he denigrated me, he debauched me, and I loved every wonderful painful second of it. His cock owned me right at that moment, I was his, my pussy was his, my life hanging by a thread was his. I burst again, and then after that too, I knew there would be a big puddle of my cum on the kitchen floor and I was looking forward to seeing it.
