Miss Jones had spent a week without sex and her frustration was beginning to show. She came to work dressed demurely, kept herself to herself and avoided the Head at all costs. She went home as early as possible, fingered herself before her husband came home and wondered whether she needed a dirty weekend overseas on tour with the girls.
But after a week of this, she knew she needed real sex again. So she started searching for online dating sites where she could be dirty online, maybe meet someone in the nearby city and hopefully taste some cock again. God she needed to taste cock.
When she put up a profile with half a dozen pictures, dirty messages poured in from men. When would men learn that dirty words were for emotionally bonded, already aroused women? Miss Jones did however get four or five messages from blokes who understood that and they were the ones who got an answer. At least now she was feeling horny from another man writing to her...
After ten days, Miss Jones was sexting with one man, whose writing made her cunt drip more and more each day. He was a gentleman but he also had a wicked tongue. He seemed to know all her triggers and she was actually hoping he would ask to meet. She wanted his fingers inside her as he triggered her with whispered words. She wanted to kneel and suck his cock. She even wanted him to pin her down and drill her.
When he called her a 'big titted, horny little nympho', she felt like a nympho for hours. When he said: 'fuck your boring husband, you should fuck me instead', she wanted to fuck him all evening.
What she did not know yet was whether she was a slut to him or a horny piece of ass to have risky sex with. But that mystery was exciting, made her wet. She wanted to find out and soon.
When three weeks had passed without a cock in her mouth, Miss Jones knew things had to proceed. So she started making hints about what she would wear if she met him. What she liked doing on first dates.
Her sexting partner recognised the symptoms and knew he was onto a winner. By stringing this out a few days, even a couple of weeks, Miss Jones would be desperate and a sure fire lay. He would play it cool, build plenty of tension on the day and then enjoy the explosive releases Miss Jones would undoubtedly enjoy.
So he arranged to meet her in Edinburgh and hire a cottage in the country in two weeks' time, when his soon-to-be-fuck buddy would be boiling hot to trot.
Miss Jones had chosen the weekend gladly as her husband would be away overseas. She would get a train into Edinburgh, have a gorgeous day and then if the man was as sexy in the flesh, let him fuck her crazy. Fuck her boring husband, fuck his boring cock and fuck his boring bed manner!
When the day arrived, Miss Jones dressed in a sensual green dress, showing her curves but appropriate for a first date. Sensible shoes, her hair in a nice perm, nice perfume. She was ripe, horny and ready to commit adultery. A shame it was not with Sir, but he dropped her, so he could not complain. She would still fuck him again if he asked her nicely and gave her another grand.
When Miss Jones set eyes on Peter at Waverley station, she liked what she saw. A confident, good looking guy, relaxed and obviously liking the look of her body. When he took her hand and started walking her, she felt her nipples erect. She felt able to relax, let him organise the day. Going to and from a park and ride, she let his fingers touch her; even holding hands excited her. A finger stroking her hair aroused her.
When the actual date started in a lingerie department, Miss Jones got wet. She modelled him six outfits, he bought her four and she already wanted him to undress her wearing them. She was an exhibitionist, she told herself ruefully. First time she would wear sheer black for him, then red, then she would see. But if she had already fucked him, she would be riding his cock in the changing room right now, she was that horny.
Lunch in a restaurant with booths for two saw his hands stroke her thighs and her shoes rub his thighs. Eyes looking into hers made her wet. Ice cream was eaten suggestively. Miss Jones was ready for a country drilling.
When Peter placed her hand on her pussy and gently pressed down, Miss Jones felt her panties get wet. She needed hands on her breasts, a tongue on her clit, her clothes being peeled off. She wanted this adultery to happen, she wanted it now and she wanted it to last for hours.
When the car stopped outside a wood cottage in the forest, Miss Jones knew she could moan and scream loud: she wanted to be slutty, wild and she wanted Peter to constantly tell her she was married and fucking him. God the word 'married' was so good at making her wet.
Peter carried both overnight bags in, took them to the landing, still leaving her a choice of which bed to sleep in. She loved the way he gave her choices, then pressed her against the wall, tongue in her mouth, hand on her inner thigh, to tell her his desire. She took both bags into the master bedroom, said 'carry me downstairs and undress me!'
Peter needed no second bidding. Miss Jones was soon in just lingerie, stockings and shoes and a head was between her legs kissing her soft inner thighs. Then he was kissing her belly, then her arms, then her face. Everywhere but her tits and pussy. Miss Jones was hot to trot.
Miss Jones undressed Peter, took his cock gently in her hands and soon had a rock hard tool. 'Play with my body with your cock! Press my nose, slap my cheeks, fuck my tits, slap my clit!'
'How about I just pull your knickers down, then drill you?!' But Peter did as she asked, for five minutes at least. She liked him teasing her. It showed he was comfortable with a tango.
Then suddenly, her knickers were down, a hard cock pressed demandingly against her pussy and Miss Jones was underneath a man thrusting deep into her married hole and holding her neck as he did.
'You like a dominant man, don't you? Cream yourself being thrust into, eh? Well show me you cum as well being made love to...'
Suddenly the dominance paused and a gentle rocking replaced it. Miss Jones moaned.
'Please Peter, fuck me hard. We can be gentle later. I need to cum hard so bad, just fuck my married pussy until I cum.'
'No: have some more gentleness.' Peter was taunting Miss Jones, driving her gently toward the edge, priming her to explode when he finally kept on fucking hard to the end.
When Miss Jones wailed, Peter pulled out, pressed his cock into her mouth and filled her deep with hard cock. He rocked steadily in her mouth, not overpowering her, but certainly controlling her.
Then when he knew she was ready to explode, he returned to her pussy, pounded her with his cock and she screamed uncontrollably, weeks of no sex and needing to be quiet in Sir's study finally coming out in a primeval orgasmic roar.
Miss Jones felt fulfilled, blissful, wanting a whole evening of this.
But first she begged Peter to cum in her married pussy. Something he agreed to with alacrity.
She began to feel free of her husband.
She wondered if that was a good thing or not.
Half an hour later, after a shower together, Miss Jones put on shocking pink tank top and mini skirt, no lingerie and ankle socks and training shoes. Peter wore an ultrathin breathable top, skin tight running shorts and training shoes. They went into the woods, hand in hand and soon they could not stop kissing each other.
