Some of you readers want to hear Fiona's side of the story so I told her she had to write it and that she was to be totally honest so this is what she sent me.
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When he, (owner), my eldest daughter's boyfriend Ali moved in with us around about a year ago now I was slightly reluctant at first as I'd not met him to often as he hadn't been with my daughter to long, but Ali seemed to make her really happy and he was a nice lad and settled in so well that I hardly knew he was there. When it came to light that my eldest was excelling at work and was to be offered a placement abroad it left me in an awkward position regarding Ali.
He'd been booted out by his mother and had nowhere to go, he didn't earn a great deal although he worked hard so couldn't really afford a place, so after a conversation with Alan I agreed he could stay as long as he helped around the house and paid his way.
Let me just explain about Alan, I'd been married to Alan for the best part of twenty years since I was seventeen and at first he was all I wanted, but for the last six years he'd been drinking to excess nearly every day and was just a horrible bastard that like to abuse me and put me down. More frustrating than anything though was the lack of bedroom activity we'd been having, he hadn't been near me for probably six years and for me it was hard to accept at first.
I loved sex, loved cock and used to get it all the time from Alan until he hit the drink and from then on my sex life was dead. I threw myself in to work and quickly rose through the company ranks by being a hard and determined worker. I was on a nice big wage so I didn't need Alan or his money not that he gave it me anyway as most of it went behind the local pub in the village, so we pretty much lived separate lives apart from sharing a bed to sleep if he could make it up the stairs.
It wasn't until about two months after my daughter had departed for the opposite side of the world that I began to notice Ali hanging around the house a lot more, helping me out more than ever and he'd began walking around the house in his shorts and no t-shirt. Now I'm not going to lie I had on the odd occasion admired him when he wasn't looking, after all he was a twenty year old lad who had a toned and tanned athletic body and if I'm being totally honest I had wondered what his cock was like.
I knew I shouldn't of been having these sorts of thoughts or even letting myself be distracted by his young body, but......I was horny, neglected and missing cock so much that I was finding it increasingly difficult to stop asking Ali for help or making sure I was around when he was coming out the shower and walking around in only his shorts.
One afternoon when Ali was getting ready to go out I'd been putting some towels away in the airing cupboard and I couldn't help but stop and look through the crack in the bathroom door and in to the mirror opposite. What I show made something happen that I'm ashamed to admit; but Ali my owner has told me to be honest, for the first time in six years I felt a sensation in my stomach and a tingling in and around my pussy that I hadn't felt for six years.
I stood rooted to the spot for about two minutes transfixed by the sight of his cock between his legs, now although I've been married to Alan for twenty years and never strayed I'd seen a few cocks in my time in my early years. Now Ali's wasn't the longest cock I'd seen that was for sure if I'm being honest I'd say it was average at best and in its un-aroused floppy state it was about four inches long, but what I couldn't stop thinking about was how thick his cock was, it was the thickest cock I'd seen in my life and as he turned the shower off I scurried away to my room and waited there until he'd gone out.
Once I was sure he'd gone I did something I hadn't done for a long time as I hurriedly fished around for the box on top of the wardrobe and pulled out my rabbit vibrator. I held it in my hands for a moment like I'd never seen it or held it before; it was as I f I was nervous or scared to use it. Here I was a thirty seven year old women acting like I was fourteen again when I first masturbated for the first time.
I peeled my conservative white knickers off and opened my legs and felt my pussy lips for the first time in a pleasuring way for a long long time and I gasped at how wet I'd became and the I felt myself blush as I thought back to Ali's thick cock and realised that was why I was so wet.
I ended up spending over an hour ramming my pussy with my fingers and vibrator until I'd had three of the most intense and explosive orgasms I'd had for six years or more. When I put my vibrator away I knew I'd be getting it out again soon as I already wanted and needed another orgasm, after six years of neglect I knew I wanted and needed some sexual release.
That night I was upstairs when Alan came home stinking drunk and in one of his typically foul and abusive moods and after listening to him calling me a bitch and a fat cunt for over ten minutes I snapped back at him and told him he was a useless piece of shit that hadn't and couldn't even screw his wife in over six years. He swung for me but stumbled and missed falling on the bed and passing straight out.
When I came downstairs I was embarrassed to see Ali sitting there watching TV and I apologised to him for hearing our argument, but he'd told me not to worry and it wasn't a problem. Ali had lived with us long enough to know what Alan was like and how he treated me but he never said anything.
It was after this argument that Ali began spending a lot more time with no top on when Alan was out and he'd began leaving the door half open to his room and when he was in the bathroom but it wasn't something I felt comfortable approaching him about. But if I'm being honest for some reason unbeknown to me I began acting slightly differently, I found myself walking to and from the bathroom in shorter towels or even risking getting back to my room topless. Then one morning I walked past his room on my way to the bathroom and couldn't help but glance in and I got such a shock when I saw the covers off and his thick cock lying on his thigh as he slept.
Each time I passed his room I couldn't help but glance in and I felt the sensation in my stomach and between my legs again that I had on the day I watched him in the shower. As I was about to leave for work, I hung near his door and stared in at his dick for nearly a minute before I came to my senses and headed for the stairs.
But something stopped me at the top, curiosity, stupidity, desperation, or lust I don't know but for some reason I turned and crept in to Ali's room. Maybe it was because I knew Alan and Alice wasn't there I don't know but I found myself standing next to his bed looking down on his young twenty year old thick cock totally mesmerised.
Eventually after two minutes or more I came to my senses and turned to leave and then that's when I felt a hand on my wrist and I froze. From this moment on I knew things had changed and when Ali calmly told me that I wasn't going anywhere, even after I'd told him that it was a mistake and I shouldn't be there; I knew as well as he already knew that I wouldn't be leaving for work anytime soon.
As he stood there with a firm grip on my wrist I watched, stared totally transfixed at his cock as it filled with blood and rose from his thigh, growing in length and thickness until it stood up angry and swollen pointing angrily at the ceiling.