It was Sunday morning, and thirty-five-year-old Cole Tibbott was getting ready for his run. He usually went for a run on Sunday mornings, around the vast estate owned by his in-laws, Russell and Charlotte Simpkins, or more specifically, by Russell's parents.
Cole lived in a house on the estate with his wife, Sophia, to whom he had been married for eleven years.
Until very recently, Cole and his mother-in-law disliked or even detested each other, they still had to give that pretence when in company, but now they were lovers, and could not get enough of each other.
It was a chance encounter in the woods on the estate two Sundays previously when Cole was out running and Charlotte out horse riding, that sparked what was now happening.
During that encounter, Cole suggested that Charlotte should feel her riding crop across her large arse and that she also needed a fucking, although he did not have himself in mind for doing those things. He did fancy Charlotte though, despite not liking the woman.
Charlotte decided that what her son-in-law had suggested was exactly what she needed and that she wanted Cole to do it, and the following Saturday, after Charlotte had a lot of trouble convincing Cole that she was serious, Cole whipped her mature backside and gave her a good fucking.
They fucked again in the woods when Cole went for his run the next day and the two of them had spent yesterday together, during which the sex included Cole fucking Charlotte in the arse.
The two Saturday liaisons had been made possible by Sophia going out both days shopping with her friend Jane Goodwin.
Charlotte had suggested that Cole take a day off from his work during the week to spend in bed with her, but Cole was concerned in case Sophia should phone his work and discover that he was not there. It was Cole's pride that made him work in the not particularly well-paid job because he wanted to try to provide for his wife and himself rather than rely on funds from Sophia's family, who were loaded.
The house that Cole and Sophia lived in was owned by Russell and Charlotte, but Cole insisted on paying rent.
This Sunday morning it was raining, and there had been no arrangements for Cole and Charlotte to meet for sex. Cole doubted that Charlotte would be in the woods in the rain, but he set off on his run.
As Cole had suspected, there was no sign of Charlotte as he ran through the woods, he was now approaching the stables. He had wondered if Charlotte might be there, although it was more risky meeting there because there were often people around, but there was no sign of Charlotte's Landrover.
As Cole reached the stables, Charlotte appeared at the loft window.
"Come up here, lover," Charlotte called.
Cole did not need to be told twice and entered the stables and climbed the ladder to the loft. Charlotte stood smiling, naked from the waist down, although her lower clothing was nearby should anyone other than Cole appear before he did.
"Is it safe? What if someone else comes along?" said Cole.
"Let's hope that they don't; now get out of your wet clothes and fuck me," said Charlotte, pulling Cole's shorts down.
"You are fucking insatiable, Charlotte," said Cole.
"Ha, I am with you," said Charlotte, before kissing her lover.
Charlotte wanked Cole's cock as he caressed her buttocks, as the kissing continued.
Cole removed his sweatshirt and shorts, and Charlotte lay on her back on some straw. Cole mounted her, and Charlotte guided his penis into her cunt.
They did not have a lot of time, both because of the possibility of someone arriving at the stables and the fact that Sophia would be expecting Cole back from his run.
The fucking had been going on for a while, and Charlotte was close to orgasm when there was a voice from down in the stables, it was Lisa Fairclough, who worked in the stables, talking to the horses.
Cole and Charlotte stopped fucking, with Cole's cock deep inside Charlotte's vagina, and Charlotte bit on her hand to avoid crying out because she was on the very brink of cumming.
Lisa was actually a regular fuck of Russell Simpkins, Cole knew that because he had stumbled upon them in these stables, but Charlotte did not know. Lisa continued to talk to one of the horses, she was apparently saddling them up.
Cole and Charlotte looked into each other's eyes, not sure whether to laugh or panic.
At last, a horse clip-clopped out of the stables, and the fucking recommenced.
Charlotte came almost instantly, although she bit on her hand in case Lisa was still within earshot.
Cole fucked her some more, and Charlotte came again before Cole ejaculated in her.
They lay locked together for a while until Cole withdrew. Charlotte had thoughtfully brought some tissues with her, and they cleaned themselves up.
"It is too dangerous fucking here, there would be hell to pay if we got caught," said Cole.
"Yeah, but it was so fucking erotic you having your cock in me with Lisa just down below," chuckled Charlotte.
"Sophia would be devastated if she knew about us," said Cole.
"So, we keep it a secret," reasoned Charlotte.
"Yes, but if you insist on having sex here, it might not be a secret for long," said Cole.
"Okay, no more stable fucks," smirked Charlotte.
"I need to get home," said Cole.
"Better put your shorts and sweatshirt on first," laughed Charlotte.
"Doh! I would not have thought of that," laughed Cole.
"Take a day off during the week, please," said Charlotte.
"Maybe," replied Cole, getting back into his rain-soaked shorts and top.
"I might visit my daughter this afternoon," smiled Charlotte.
"Well, if you do, remember that you and I hate each other," said Cole, before kissing his mother-in-law.
They peeked out of the window to make sure that Lisa was not nearby, and then Cole went down the ladder and continued his run.
Charlotte put on her lower clothing and then went to her Landrover which was parked behind the stables, where neither Cole nor Lisa had seen it.
"Did you have a good run?" called out Sophia, when Cole got home.
"Yeah, going to shower," replied Cole. He did not like deceiving his wife, betraying her even, but Charlotte Simpkins was getting him twisted around her little finger.
Charlotte did arrive in the afternoon, as she had said she would. She had arrived the previous Sunday afternoon too, visiting once was unusual but twice on two consecutive Sundays was almost unheard of. She did sometimes see Sophia during the week when Cole was at work, but she usually stayed away when Cole was home.
"Mum is here again," said Sophia, when Charlotte pulled up.
"Oh good," said Cole, trying to sound sarcastic, but not concerned about what Charlotte might say as he had been the previous week.
Charlotte came in and made a big show of hugging her daughter and ignoring Cole.
"What are you here for, mum?" said Sophia.
"Just visiting you, I got a similar welcome last week," smiled Charlotte, still ignoring Cole.
"You do not usually visit when Cole is here because you do not seem capable of being civil to him," said Sophia.
"Hello Cole," said Charlotte, pretending that it was under sufferance.
"Hello," replied Cole, equally unenthusiastically.
"Are you going to invite me to sit down, and ask if I want a coffee?" Charlotte smiled at her daughter.
"Actually I am not, unless you tell me why you are really here," responded Sophia.
"Charming, I can see that I am not welcome, sorry to have troubled you," said Charlotte, leaving, with just a glance at Cole.
"That was a bit harsh," said Cole to Sophia, after Charlotte had gone.