Soon Anne was groaning with desire and pleasure at the feeling of John's tongue licking her clit to ever-higher levels of excitement and the feel of him finger-fucking her tender but hungry pussy. She felt her whole body fill with desire and she reached down to stroke her breasts and squeeze her own nipples, still wet from John's come and saliva. John's sensitive licking brought her higher and higher, and closer and closer to orgasm, but he kept pulling back at the last moment, denying her that feeling she craved, so that when at last he resumed a stronger licking, such a strong orgasm pulsed through her body that she shouted loudly, not worrying if the neighbours or passers-by heard her. John continued and brought her to two more crashing orgasms, before she managed to push his head away to let her experience the blissful delight of the thorough sexual satiation.
But of course John was not finished, and he rose up from her cunt with his cock erect again, excited from her pussy and her response to him. He grabbed her ankles and spread them wide above her to spread her pussy wide. But the movement caused her knickers to slip back over her pussy again, so John had to put her ankles together again as he desperately dragged her soaked knickers off her arse and along her legs and off her feet, before once again spreading her legs wide so that her pussy lips popped open, revealing her pink wetness within. Anne knew that she could not stop him now and was torn between desire to have the wonderful feelings of sex continue and fear of what his hard cock would do to her bruised and raw pussy.
Still holding both her ankles aloft, John edged his dick gently into position between her spread pussy lips, and rocked it slowly inside her. Her fully-juiced pussy parted for him, allowing his tip easily inside her. Once inside John started to push in and out, going slowly deeper each time. Anne winced as his cock rubbed the sore area, but she was so wet that it did not hurt as much as she had feared, and now she also started to feel the pleasure that his big cock filling her brought. Soon he was thrusting deep inside her and the slight pain she felt was overwhelmed by the desire and joy of the sex, as her body started to move with his rhythm and her cunt rose to meet his thrusts. Soon she was groaning with bliss, lost in the warm ecstasy of lust and happiness, her body aglow with sweat, moving to meet his urgent desire with hers, watching his muscled maleness thrusting urgently above her as he watched her breasts rocking with the music of their fucking, until her orgasm exploded within her and her mouth fell open with wordless shouting and her eyes shut to feel all the lightning bolts shooting through her body in spasm after spasm, until she felt John driving his last deep thrust and holding it inside her as his come spurted out adding his juice to hers and mixing their warmths together.
After a few moments of wordless panting together, John released her ankles and bent over her and kissed her tenderly, as his sweat dripped on her. All thoughts of her sore pussy were gone and Anne kissed him back, grateful for the pleasure, her guilt at this pleasure with her son-in-law momentarily pushed into the background by the animal satisfaction she felt. If he had been her husband or lover, she would have wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight to her breasts, but she could not quite bring herself to this and instead ran her hand through his hair as the kiss went on and their tongues explored each other. If only this was all not so wrong, she felt. If only she could feel this pleasure without the guilt. But for the moment the mixture of pleasure and guilt was what she had, and her body was grateful for the chance to feel this way, even while her mind worried about the consequences.
She felt John's cock slip out of her, and the familiar flood of juice out of her juice, down her bottom and onto the floor. John stopped kissing her, and smiled before he stood up. She could see the wetness on his flaccid cock as it dangled above her. Then he blew her a kiss, and wandered off, leaving her lying in a pool of their come, as usual. How had it come to this, that she, a middle-aged housewife, was now to be found daily on her kitchen floor or table, covered in the sweat and come of a man who was not her husband? She wondered at this as she rose and found a tissue to clean up the come flowing down her leg. Her torn dress still hung from her shoulders and down her back, leaving the front open and her come-encrusted boobs swaying as she moved. Anne felt a momentary anger at the torn dress, but it all seemed so long ago now, and she needed to shower and wash the smell and stickiness of that man off her.
The warm water of the shower felt good, as she washed the dried come from her face and hair and breasts and tummy and pussy and legs. He had really covered her in come today, she thought, as she soaped away the evidence of the morning's infidelity and felt the soothing hot water run over her skin. Her pussy was still tender as she cleaned it gently, but as least she would have a week of normality now to recover herself, physically and mentally. After the shower, she lay down and slept for an hour, her body felt so good she was almost happy, if not for the lingering guilt that was now part of her life.
The Weekend
On the weekend, John and Sarah left for a week's holiday with John's parents' who lived in the next state, eight hours drive away on the coast. Sarah was looking forward to a break from work and some swimming, though not to spending so long with her in-laws who she found somewhat straight-laced. When they were gone, Anne felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from her, but also a little emptier, as the house seemed so big and quiet now with just Anne and her husband. Nevertheless she was looking forward to some peace and relief from the constant problem of John and her guilt.
On Saturday night, they had some old friends over who were the same age as themselves - mid-50ish. Anne cooked a nice tagine and lemon slice for dessert, and she had a pleasant, if predictable, evening. Trevor and Cheryl were nice enough, and they both commented on how young and fit Anne was looking, which was nice but embarrassing. Cheryl in particular quizzed her on what she was doing to look so fit and have such a healthy glow. But otherwise, Anne found the conversation a little dull, with all its particulars of children and grandchildren and new possessions and holidays. She found herself day-dreaming about her weeks with Jenny and John and their erotic adventures together, and had to force herself back to the discussion of which of the new phones were better. That night in bed she thought of Jenny after her husband had fallen asleep and quietly masturbated while she imagined licking Jenny's pussy.
The next day, she was dying to go and see Jenny, but when she called she found that Jenny was spending the day with her son and his girlfriend, so Anne spent the day with her husband. They went out for a bite and saw the new James Bond movie which he chose, but which bored her no end, with its shallow portrayal of human relationships and its endless chases and explosions. By the end of the day, she found herself feeling restless and worried that when John eventually moved on, she would no longer be able to bear a life without sexual excitement. She decided she would have a week to herself now to try and figure something out.
The Next Week
On Monday morning, after her husband left for work, Anne decided to catch up on the housework since, in her distracted state, she had been only going through the motions. It was a beautiful day so she put her sheets in the wash, and spent an hour or so sweeping and scrubbing and dusting and vacuuming, until everything was clean, and she was awash with perspiration, even though she was only wearing a short sleeveless summer dress. Her body felt good and strong, and her muscles ached. She felt like she did after sex, sweaty and aching and happy, but without the guilt, she thought. And without the post-orgasmic buzz, she also realised. Her body felt so good, Anne was tempted to peel off her sweaty knickers and give herself an orgasm right there in the kitchen, but she'd kind of promised herself she would use this week to get her life back in order, to become a 'good woman' again, to be a good wife and mother and home-maker, rather than some sort of middle-aged slut who wanted a mouth on her breasts and another on her pussy and a big cock in her cunt, and another wet pussy to lick and finger.
