My name is Mark and I’m from England. I’m an older guy, nothing special. However, I’m well educated, well spoken with a good sense of humour, smartly groomed and dressed and reasonably well off. So although I’m not chiselled jawed with ripped abs, women have told me I’m attractive enough. I’ve been married for a long time and I do love her dearly, but unfortunately for the last couple of years it has been a sexless marriage, for reasons I won’t go into. For the most part I watch a lot of pornography, read and write erotica and masturbate several times a day to keep my high libido satisfied. But then I met Teena.
Teena is younger than me, also married; they moved in next door to us from Australia a few months ago. Teena simply oozes sexy. I don’t mean over the top and brassy but instead she has the rare but wonderful combination of beautiful girl next door looks, a lithe body that is slim but strong, perfect, small breasts, a caring, modest and sincere personality and a filthy but sharp sense of humour. In a nutshell she is, in my eyes, perfect. She has occupied my thoughts and fantasies ever since we first met. She doesn’t know of course, we’re both married, and I’m not in her league, but the four of us see each other quite often and she is quite touchy feely, in a wonderful way. She’ll often grab my hand to show me something or touch my arm or chest to emphasise her point. Then that’s it, I’m either daydreaming of being her lover, or, I’m ashamed to say, having to work off the raging hardon she’s given me. Her husband doesn’t seem to notice, but I wrote him off as a loser from quite early on. He doesn’t treat her well in my opinion, and she could do a lot better. I don’t have any aspirations of it being me. She sees me as a father figure and nothing more.
I am a photographer, just an amateur, but I have been exhibited in the past and I’ve won the odd award. One evening when they were over at ours for dinner, Teena took me aside and asked if I were able to do her a favour.
“Of course, what do you need?”. “I’d like you to take some pictures of me”. She said rather timidly. “Sure, are you looking for any style in particular?”. “Err, yes, boudoir? As a present for my husband”.
My mouth went suddenly dry. Not helped by the fact that she now had her hand on my bicep, almost imperceptibly squeezing. Now don’t get me wrong, I would have been delighted to get the chance to see her in less clothing, but the thought of being there whilst her husband watched knowing this was all for him, I made an excuse. “Oh, I see, well its not something…”. “Please, its as a surprise so we’d need to do it discreetly, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable with a stranger”. I swallowed hard to try and moisten my throat. My cock awoke in my underwear. “Err, OK…”. “Oh thank you, you’re such a sweetheart. Come to mine tomorrow at 7pm. You can help me choose an outfit”. She pecked me on the cheek and was gone back to the others before I knew what hit me. I quickly adjusted myself for comfort and discretion then made an excuse to go upstairs.
The next day I had made an excuse that Teena needed help with a computer issue and left for next door when 7pm eventually rolled around. She met me at her door in a short robe that showed off her figure and long legs. I was glad that I purposely masturbated before coming over else I was never going to get through this. I started setting up lights etc and she returned with a cup of coffee for me. “How would you like to have me?”. Oh god, surely she must know what she’s doing to me? “Erm well…On the couch to start with I think”. She turned and walked to the couch and as she did, she undid her robe and let it drop to the floor. All she now wore was a very delicate, pale blue, matching bra and panty set. She sat on the couch, knees together, head down slightly but looking up at me with hooded eyelids. My cock immediately started to swell. Her body was better than anything I could have imagined. Her skin was pale and looked as smooth as silk. Her hair was short and damp, presumably from a recent shower. I caught myself staring and turned away quickly to hide the bulge in my pants. Pretending to search for something in my camera bag. ”Where’s he gone?”. I tried to sound nonchalant. ”Out with his friends, we won’t be disturbed”.
The next hour was beautiful agony. I got to ask her to get into some truly sexy poses and I honestly believe she enjoyed showing her body to me. But the nagging feeling that it was for someone else and not me, hurt. I went home that night and lay awake looking at the ceiling and wishing things were different.
I must have drifted off at some point because the buzz of my phone woke me with a start at his knows what in the night. I quickly got out of bed and answered it in another room so as not to wake my wife. “Hi, it’s me. Please help me?”. Wherever she was it was very noisy, but I could tell she was very drunk. ”What’s the matter? Where are you?”, ”We were out for birthday drinks and he’s ditched me for friends. I don’t know how to get home and I’ve not got any money for a taxi”. Her words were slurring a lot but there was genuine fear in her voice. “His phone is going straight to voicemail”. I found out which club she was at and got her to promise to stay there and that I’d come and get her.
I scribbled a note for my wife but doubted she’d wake and I drove down to the club. I pulled up outside and immediately saw Teena supported by a doorman. “Is she yours?” grunted another doorman, looking over to a very wobbly and slightly green looking Teena. “Err, yes I’ve come to take her home.”. ”I’d normally say you were a lucky fella but not with the state she is in tonight” he scoffed. I said nothing as I still thought I was lucky that she had called me. I collected her and her bag up and bundled her into my car. I got in myself and looked across at her as I started the engine. I think there were tears in her eyes. ”I’m so sorry, you’re such an angel…what a mess”. I had no idea what she was talking about but hoped I was the angel she referred to as I’m not even sure she’d recognised me yet. We arrived back and I parked in my drive. She was till conscious but only barely by my reckoning. I managed to get her out of the car and attempted to prop her against a wall whilst I sorted her keys and unlocked her door. I got the door open and went to get her moving again but as I did she held on to me tightly and made a strange noise, I supported her confusedly but then felt my leg go warm and then wet, she was peeing in her jeans whilst astride my leg. I could do nothing but stand there until she finished to avoid soaking the floor inside the door. Eventually she stopped and by this time was clearly out of it all together. “Come on, lets get you to bed”.
With much effort I got her up the stairs and into their bedroom. What do I do now, I can’t put her to bed all wet? I lay her sitting up on a chair in the corner of the room and began to remove her shoes and then her jacket. I desperately tried, and failed, to not get aroused as I unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off her shoulders. No fair, she was still wearing the bra from the photo shoot. Despite everything my instinct was to maintain her modesty and so went looking to put something on over her. I settled for an oversized t-shirt I found and then I began to unbutton her jeans and draw them down her legs. Her socks followed as they were wet also. I put everything in a laundry basket. By this time, my erection was throbbing painfully and my sweat pants were soaked. I removed them allowing my cock to spring free and decided I’d have to find a way to dry them off before going home.
By this time she’d slumped in the chair and I lifted her and carried her to the bed, lay her down and tried to decide what to do next. Her legs were slightly parted and I could see her blue panties, now much darker in colour from the wetness. I can’t take those off, can I? I had convinced myself up until now that when she woke in the morning, hungover, I could rationalise anything I had done so as to help her. But no matter which way I looked at it, I couldn’t rationalise removing her panties. However my cock was now in charge and it told me that she’ll remember nothing anyway. I reached up under the t-shirt and gently pulled down her damp panties. I was suddenly transported back to my teens and seeing the naked feminine form for the first time. Her pussy was beautiful as I knew it would be and I stopped at mid-thigh to take a long look and imprint the image on my brain. “Teena! Teena!”, no response. The sights and smells of this angel were too much for me. Something took me over and I climbed up on to the bed.
I removed the rest of my clothes, then pulled her panties all the way down and off. On automatic pilot, I opened her legs, called her name one last time and gave her a gentle shake to be sure, and then lay down on top of her, between her silky thighs. I lifted her shirt up to her armpits and began to suckle on one of her nipples. Coaxing it until it stood up proudly. I began to work on the other and was sure I heard a sigh escape her lips. I froze but quickly decided she was still wasted; I reached a hand down between our bodies to my cock. I covered it with some of my saliva and I placed the tip at her entrance. Just in case she wakes and screams, I cover her mouth with my hand and ease into her slowly. I slide in surprisingly easy, I’m not small, but she is soaked. It’s not pee, she’s aroused. I assume she is dreaming of her husband which actually annoys me. My anger picks at me causing me to push all the way in until my balls are resting against her ass and I’m in heaven. Driven by a lot of lust, pent-up sexual frustration, and some annoyance, I start to pump, all the way out to the tip, all the way back to the hilt. There is no way I’m going to last long and any worries about being caught are gone. Prison for rape will be a price worth paying for the sweetest fuck of my life and quite possibly my last ever.
I am moving at a pace now and I’m convinced she’s getting wetter. I grab her panties from beside me and stuff them into her mouth so I can raise myself on to my elbows and drive in harder. The bed is squeaking and for a brief second I panic that my wife will hear us next door, but I don’t miss a beat, who cares now? The beginning of that unmistakable tingle in my cock and balls, a sure sign I will come soon, causes me to slow. I pull out all the way. I roll her on to her front, and am greeted by a delightful, creamy smooth bottom. I lift her head up and back so she doesn’t suffocate on her own panties, and I grip her hair as I once again impale her on my cock, this time from behind. I start to pound her again, sweat glistening on both our bodies. Do I hear a grunt each time my cock bumps up against the neck of her cervix? A team of horses wouldn’t drag me off her now, as I start the vinegar strokes of the biggest climax I can remember. Spurt after spurt is forced up through my cock with such force that some escapes from either side whilst it still sheathed by my new fuck doll. I can feel my cock pulse as I fill her with load after load of thick creamy gobs of my come.
Eventually the torrent ebbs and I feel as though I have been literally drained. I carefully withdraw and watch in delight as some of my come leaks out. “Tell your husband that’s his birthday present from me” I whisper. Wow, I really don’t like the guy. Ha. I take the panties from her mouth and just make sure she is still breathing OK. Its rapid but steady and so I am happy she is OK. Well at least until she wakes up. I gather up my clothes and stuff the panties in to my pocket as a souvenir and head home. I’m both dreading and eagerly anticipating seeing her tomorrow.
**EPILOGUE**
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Teena opened her eyes and began to smile. She reached down between her legs and dipped her fingers inside herself, she smeared a bit of semen on to her quite sore labia to cool them. He was bigger than she had imagined. She sucked her fingers clean, savouring his taste. She sat up in bed and looked at the clock. Just gone 4am. No wonder she was tired, even though she had only been drinking soft drinks all night, she had still had to dance her ass off whilst killing time before calling him. She reached for her bedside table drawer and opened the envelope full of the photographs from earlier and started to look through them. The memory of watching him struggle to contain himself whilst he had clearly been lusting after her caused a fresh round of tingling between her legs. She decided she’d hang on to them and give them to Mark when it was *his* birthday. I mean her husband wasn’t going to need them, his birthday wasn’t until next year and he was going to be out of the country for a month due to work anyway as of this morning. She settled down under the covers and squeezed her thighs together to trap as much of his sperm as she could and to savour the feeling. There was so much if it and it thrilled her that she was the reason. She drifted off to sleep thinking of another way she could have guilt free sex with Mark, this time so she could see him and not just feel him.
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