“I knew I was weakening – deep down, I really wanted him to give me a good fucking. I wanted to feel his hard cock thrusting inside me – but I didn’t want to be unfaithful to you. But while he was squeezing my tits, I was thinking – ‘But this is what Kyle wants – he said so! Why don’t I just let him fuck me – and then tell Kyle all about it.'”
“My legs were beginning to grow weak and my cunt was aching to be filled. I could feel my nipple erecting against his tongue and my hips were moving against his huge hard cock – and then Luke cried out! He was home from nursery school, sick, and he had slept late.”
“The sound made Donald hesitate, and I pushed against him. I told him to let me go, that I was a married woman, faithful to my husband – and a mother, with a sick child to see to! Luke called again, and he stood back and let me go. I rearranged my bikini top and put on the wrap. I told Donald to wait for me downstairs and hurried through to Luke’s bedroom. He was OK, though – just wanted a drink of water and to lie in bed for a while. I got him a drink, then went downstairs to face Donald.”
“When I got there, he was full of apologies – said he didn’t know what had got into him and promised it would never happen again. He even offered to stop doing our laundry, and fix up a replacement for us. I said maybe I hadn’t been careful enough around him – hadn’t seen the warning signs – and maybe it was a little bit my fault, too. Anyway, I said, it was quite flattering for an old married woman to have a young, good-looking guy like that interested in her.”
“So I said we’d just forget it ever happened, and he should keep on calling. Then I paid him, like usual, but I wasn’t going to hug him – not after what happened upstairs. But when I saw the ashamed look on his face – he was just like a little boy who had been caught by his mother with a dirty magazine – well, I felt so sorry for him, I just had to put my arms round him, just to show him I still liked him.”
My heart had practically stopped when Joan was describing her near-rape – especially when she had told how Donald had fondled her naked breasts – and now I was suffering the aftermath. It was like I had been the one who had been stopped, just as I was about to realise my fantasy of making love to this beautiful woman. I imagined how he had been feeling as he made his way back to the van, his hands still warm from cupping Joan’s breasts, his cock stiff, his balls drawn up tight…
I took a long swallow from my glass. Joan had finished her drink. She stood up and shrugged off her blouse and brassiere, her hands rising to cup her incredible tits.
“Do you wish he had fucked me, Kyle?” she breathed, her eyes glittering, her thumbs tweaking her already fully erect nipples. “His hands on my tits were much rougher than yours – he was really squeezing them hard, he was so excited!”
I pulled her down beside me and mashed my mouth against hers. I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them, painfully, and she shuddered.