Sally and Kevin's marriage was going through what's euphemistically called a 'rocky patch', arising most particularly from the ever increasing number of nights that Sally was away from home due to work. Kevin had begun to suspect that those 'business-trips' were a cover for Sally having an affair, though I of course knew better:
Sally was definitely having an affair and I also knew who it was she was having that affair with. I couldn't say anything to Kevin of course, blood being thicker than water and all that. All I could do was help to keep the home fires burning until Sally's affair ran it's course; which it surely soon would. Her lover was twenty years Sally's senior, married and with three children of his own.
More importantly, I also knew, though perhaps Sally didn't, that the money which he used to pay for all those luxurious hotel rooms, fancy meals and gifts, actually belonged to his wife's family. No matter how enamoured he might be with my daughter, Sally's paramour was never going to walk away from his meal-ticket; at the first hint of scandal, he'd toss Sally away like a used condom.
In the meanwhile I'd begun to visit their house more often than usual. Not just in the evenings to offer reassurances to Kevin and their two daughters -- my Grandchildren! - regarding Sally's absences, but to help on the domestic front too: Cleaning, cooking and making sure that the washing and ironing were up to date while Sally was... distracted.
That's what had brought me there on that afternoon, I was dropping off a shepherds pie for their dinner, plus another one along with a lasagne to put in the freezer. Sally was once again 'away on business', Kevin out at work himself and the girls in school; I intended to check the fridge in case that needed replenishing too and it being a sunny day, perhaps get a load of washing done and out onto the line.
I'd been inside for only a few minutes and already discovered a freshly filled fridge and seen washing flapping on the clothes-line through the kitchen window, when Kevin appeared. "Hi Liz, what brings you around here today?"
"Oh, you surprised me Kev. I knew that Sally was away, so I called in to see if any housework needed doing and to drop off a few pre-cooked meals for your freezer... I've made more than Geoff and I needed, so they were going spare. I'd expected you to have been at work?"
"Thanks for those. Even after all your years together, you're still not very good at estimating how much you and Geoff are going to eat are you; in fact you seem to be getting worse at it..." Kevin concluded that with a playful smile before continuing:
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"I'd had much the same idea, so I've taken a day's holiday to catch up on the shopping and washing; Sally didn't get around to either over the weekend and the girls both need their gym-kit for tomorrow." The smile which Kevin concluded that statement with wasn't nearly so bright.
I tried to maintain a reassuring look onto my own face as I replied: "Well, we both know how busy Sally is with work at the moment; I'm sure things will improve before too long... But until it does, there's no need for you to be using up your annual leave doing jobs around the house."
"If only..."
"No, I mean it Kev. I've got ample time nowadays to take-up any slack for Sally; anything you need, just ask... Anything at all."
Kevin's head was lowered and his shoulders had slumped, he looked to have the weight of the world on them. I stepped forward and gave him a reassuring hug, the poor boy surely needed one. I perhaps held him for thirty seconds before stepping away, my reassuring expression which had waned while I did so, was firmly back in place before our eyes met.
It was a bloody good job I had got that smile so firmly fixed; Kevin's words certainly caused it to waver. "Well, if you're offering to 'take-up-the-slack' for Sally and I can ask for anything at all... How about you drop your knickers and spread your legs on that table Liz?"
My initial reaction was to smile even more widely... I'd thought Kevin was making a joke. It was the expression in Kevin's eyes during the few seconds before his head dropped once more that told me he wasn't. A moment later Kevin began mumbling and spluttering his apologies; I suspect, had I been able to see them, that there might've been tears in his eyes.
Kevin's eyes were on his feet and his shoulders shaking; the poor lamb was trembling like a leaf, he looked... beaten. With his eyes downcast, Kevin wouldn't have seen the gamut of expressions which crossed my own face during the next ten seconds, nor my hands as they tugged at the hem of my skirt.
It was my panties landing in a soft circle around my ankles which finally caught Kevin's attention and they continued to hold it as I kicked them free of my sandal-clad feet. It may have been the attraction of that pile of lacy white fabric which continued to hold Kevin's attention, but I suspect it more likely that he was too shocked to look up and meet my eyes?
It was my voice which ultimately regained his attention: "You didn't tell me which way?..."
I continued as Kevin's eyes finally and very slowly began rise. "Do you want me laid flat on my back, or bent over it so you can shag me from behind?" There was no reply from Kevin; just an open-mouthed and wide-eyed stare. Though I didn't fail to notice the slight, but very obvious pause in Kevin's rising gaze as it moved across my breasts.
I like to think of myself as 'well maintained', a slim brunette, still able to draw whistles and catcalls from any building site that I pass... I believe MILF is the modern parlance? But I was nearer to fifty than forty, so no spring-chicken and certainly not in comparison to my sexy daughter; but Sally can't hold a candle to me when it comes to the boobs department.
I'd often noticed Kevin slyly looking at my breasts; whenever I'd worn a low cut or a loose and slightly gaping top I could guarantee that he'd position himself to get a cheeky-peek. To be fair to the lad, whenever the situation allowed, I'd often choose just such a garment to give him the opportunity; we all like to be... appreciated.
That hesitation in Kevin's rising eye-line gave me a reminder of those times and as as it always had, it sent a tremor through my belly and a swelling, hardening, tingle to my nipples. Kevin's request hadn't mentioned anything other than my knickers, but this felt an opportunity -- for both of us! - that would have been a shame to waste.
Kevin's eyes hadn't quite met my own, when I reached up to unfasten the top button of my blouse and for a while longer they never did. I could still see into Kevin's though and as each button was released in turn, his expression of despondency was increasingly replaced by another; initially I took that to be desire, but by the time I was dropping my blouse to the floor, it had developed into one of raw animal lust.
That was also the moment when Kevin's protracted silence ended, though in line with the expression now evident on his face, that was more of a bestial growl than anything one might describe as words. I didn't remove my bra -- I was forty-seven not twenty-seven! But instead scooped out each breast in turn and settled in on, rather than in, the bra's cup.
Finally Kevin spoke! "Fucking Hell Liz, your tits are gorgeous... I've always thought they would be... And miles bigger than Sally's." Not the most eloquent compliment I've ever received, but in that moment... Perfect; it triggered another of those tremors through my belly along with a second one centred a little lower.
"Why thank you kind Sir; now are you going to spend all day just looking at them?" Kevin's hands grasped my breasts a scant second later; they arrived surprisingly softly, or perhaps tentatively would be more accurate? When that pressure increased and Kevin's work-hardened thumbs brushed firmly across each swollen nipple, it was my turn to utter a bestial growl.
Soon after, Kevin's lips, teeth and tongue joined the fray; in the instant before Kevin's face pressed between my breasts I saw it was wearing not a smile but a full blown and wicked grin. How long had it been since I, or indeed anyone else, had been such a look of genuine pleasure on Kevin's face? Certainly weeks and more likely months; in that instant my few remaining reservations floated away.
Kevin didn't so much caress and suckle on my breasts as feast upon them and I was again considering time frames... How long had it been since anyone had lavished such attention on them, nowadays my husband Geoff seemed barely to notice them. My left hand was entwined in Kevin's hair by way of encouragement, when my right set to work on the catch and zipper of my skirt.
Kevin hadn't made any mention of my skirt either, but he'd seemed more than happy at the departure of my blouse and seconds later I'd kicked that away to join my blouse and panties on the kitchen floor. My hand had brushed across my pussy -- unintentionally I swear! - while I'd been disentangling myself from my skirt; I was as wet as a Wednesday in March!
That was something I felt Kevin should know about too and grabbing his right wrist I plucked his hand free of my breast -- there were still his mouth and the left hand working on those, so it was sort of... surplus to requirements -- I guided that between my parted thighs. Kev was quick to accept the invitation and two fingers at least slipped into me.
It probably was just the two; Kevin's fingers are much more muscular and powerful than Geoff's, indeed when compared to any that'd previously been there... Not that there have been very many; I'm not a slut. Kevin's narration to that penetration concurred with my own opinions: "You're bloody dripping Liz... That pussy feels ripe for a fucking."
