Ron came knocking, he sounded out of breath and in a hurry, “Hi Bob, can you please help me with my car? I can’t get it started.”

I replied, “Have you got fuel in it?”

“Ha ha, yes, I’ve got fuel in it, I just filled it up yesterday.”

I asked Ron, “I’ve just got home and need a shower. Can I come round after?”

Ron sounding very urgent, “It’s just that I need to pick Jean up from work, she’ll be waiting.”

“You can take my car if you want?” I offered.

“Thanks, but we’re going shopping straight after, and I’d rather take mine if that’s alright?”

I grabbed my house keys, and replied, “Yes sure, let’s see if I can get you started.”

We walked around to his drive, and we talked while I started looking the car over.

I asked Ron, “I haven’t seen you or Jean for something like, what, over three weeks, are you both okay?”

Ron, “Yes, thanks, we’re both fine, just been busy you know, there is something else, but I’ll let Jean tell you that!”

It was about ten minutes, when I realised what the problem was, and fixed it.

A car pulled up, and Jean got out with another man who had obviously driven Jean home.

I heard Jean say to the other man, “Thanks’ Brian, would you like some tea, please come in?”

Brian seemed reluctant, “No thank you, it’s okay, I’ll be off and see you in a couple of days.”

“Please come in, as a thank you, please?” Jean sounded very apologetic and humble, not making eye contact, looking towards the ground.

I asked Ron who that other person was, and Ron told me that that was Brian, Jean’s boss. Who had obviously given Jean a lift home because Ron wasn’t there to pick her up.

They both passed us, and Jean turned round and introduced Brian to me, then both went into the house.

Ron asked me, “Have we finished here? Then let’s join them indoors.”

I said to Ron, “Yes, looks like you had a blocked fuel filter, should be okay now.”

Ron slapped me on the back, and said, “Well done, let’s go in.”

I tried to decline, “I’ll head home, as you’ve got company.”

“Nonsense, you’re having a beer with me, come on.”

I reluctantly accepted, and we both went in. I washed my hands in the downstairs cloakroom and then joined them in the lounge, where Ron had already poured a drink for me.

“Come on over, Bob!” shouted Ron, from his armchair.

I walked over, and sat down. Ron and I mainly talked to each other, as Brian and Jean were talking shop.

I overheard some of the conversation of Brian and Jean, where Brian seemed to be doing most of the talking and Jean politely nodding her head and agreeing. Her head seemed to be lowered like she was bowing, hardly looking Brian in the eye at all.

About fifteen minutes later Brian stood up and said, “Okay Jean, have you got that? Do you have any questions?” Speaking just like he was her manager.

Jean very slowly rose and stood with her hands clasped in front of her, “No, Mr Smith, I am sure I can manage with the paperwork, it’s no problem.”

“Okay then, as you know I’m out tomorrow. I will inspect everything when I get back.” Brian again, talked in a very authoritative but almost condescending tone towards Jean.

Jean replied, “I am sure you will be happy sir, I will see everything is carried out properly.”

With that, Brian said goodnight to both Ron and me. Jean followed behind Brian to show him out. “Good night, Jean.”

We heard Brian’s voice, then Jean, “Good night sir, I have a nice trip tomorrow, sir.”

We heard the front door close, and Jean reappeared. She'd come and sat back down where she was sitting previously and said, “I’ve had an awful day, and then you not picking me up made it just the worst, I didn’t want Brian giving me a lift home at all. I hate him, he’s so patronizing.”

Ron interrupted, and not showing any concern towards Jean, “Right then, we having something to eat?”

I stood and said, “I’ll be off now, you two carry on.”

Ron stood and placed a hand on my shoulder, “No you don’t, sit down and let me get some refills.”

Jean asked, “Chinese okay with everyone?”

Both Ron and I nodded our heads. I said to Jean, “While that’s coming, I’ll just go home and have a shower. I’d only just got home when Ron asked me to look at his car.”

Jean looked at me, “I’ve had a really hard day, and can do with a nice hot shower myself. Join me?”

I replied to Jean, “It’s okay Jean, thanks, I won’t be long.”

Jean looked at me with a stern look in her eyes, “I wasn’t offering you a choice, Bob.”

I stood, smiled, and shook my head. Jean came up to me and put her arm through mine, and said to Ron, “We’re going up for a shower Ron, can you order the food?”

Ron picked up a leaflet and said, “Yes, Bob’s already done me a favour, I’m sure he won’t say no to you either. And don’t be too long with him, the food will be here soon.”

Jean walked us both arm in arm. I asked Jean, “I haven’t seen you for a while, you and Ron been okay?”

She looked up with a beaming smile, “Bob, I’ve got a surprise for you!”

We got to the top of the stairs, I asked, “What sort of surprise?”

The grin didn’t leave her face. She hugged my arm tighter as she said, “Bob, I really hope you like it, just wait babes, just wait.”

We walked into her wet-room where we both took our clothes off. As soon as we were both naked, Jean ran up to me, jumped up, throwing her arms around my neck, and her legs around my hips. She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed you Bob; I’ve missed you so much,” then gave me a long, deep kiss.

My cock slowly developed between the crack of Jean’s ass. Jean must have felt it. She reached around to grab my cock and started to stroke it, as we kissed.

She pushed her face and lips harder into me. Jean is so petite, she doesn’t weigh much at all, and I can carry her without even knowing she’s there. We stay indulged with each other for quite a while.

I broke off, and said, “I think we should turn the water on. We are here for a shower, aren’t we?”

Jean smiled, and unwrapped herself from me and stood.

I turned the shower on,there are multiple shower heads from different places, walls and ceiling. Jean pointed to a marble bench besides one wall in the shower room, “Sit down, Bob.”

I did as Jean asked. She walked over and knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, sucking on the head, “Wow Jean, take it easy babes.”

Jean raised her head, still looking at my cock and wanked it vigorously, “I’ve had a hard day, honey, and I now need something very hard in me.”

She started to blow me again, I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes.

Jean went crazy on my cock, twisting her hands, sucking hard, like she was taking all the frustrations of her day out on my cock.

As I looked back down, Jean was sucking on my head, twisting her hands on my shaft, and stroking me off. She would on occasion place my cock between the palms of her hands and move her hands back and forth rotating the cock-head. Then back down sucking on it for another minute, then back with her palms.

A good ten to twelve minutes must have passed when I said to Jean, “Jean babes, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum soon.”

She popped my cock out, “I know this cock better than you, Bob, and I’m just getting it nice and slippery.”

I replied, “There is a lot of water around for that, babes, but I guess you need to get things out of your system?”

I put my hands on her head and ran my fingers through her wet hair. Jean kept working on my cock, squeezing with both hands, sucking hard, often spitting on to it, even as the water fell over us.

A few minutes later, there was a cry from Ron, “Guys the food’s here!”

Jean looked at me pouting her lips to be kissed, which I obliged with. She stood up in front of me, I followed her eyes with mine, she put her hands on to my shoulders, and said, “Bob, here’s my present for you, happy birthday!”

Jean seemed a bit calmer, her touch much softer, her voice more relaxed. It was my birthday a couple of days ago, and at the time I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t seen Jean. She took one hand and placed it on top of my head, and pushed it down, making me look lower.

My eyes looked at her petite body inch by inch glancing lower, her tits, and those very large nipples, not quite hard yet. I stuck my tongue out and licked one as I was forced to look lower. Her stomach, flat, I kissed it several times, and getting lower. I finally arrived to her pussy, clean shaven as usual, but then I see a couple of shiny bits, “Oh fuck Jean, what the hell, you absolute horny cow!”

Jean had gotten her clit pierced, she has quite a large prominent clit, and now there’s a stud through it.

I stood and picked her up, turned round and placed her on the bench. I started to lick and suck on her clit, flicking the stud with my tongue. I heard soft moans and cries from Jean, “Oh, yes, fuck, I knew you’d love it! Ahh, Bob, harder, I can take it, please, harder. Oh yes, that’s it babes, keep going, fuck, Bob, Bob, ahh.”

I flicked her clit stud around with my tongue more forcefully and kept sucking on it.

Then I thought, this is why Jean had not wanted to see me for a few weeks, it must have been very sensitive, and by the groans from Jean, I think it probably still was. I placed two fingers into her pussy and moved them slowly in and out while rotating them as well.

Jean cried out, “Bob you bastard, ahh, I knew you would… ohh… love it, tell me you like it, babes? Ohh.”

With my other hand I reached out and squeezed one of her tits, pinching her hardening nipple, and then I moved to the other one.

Jean moaned, “Ahh, Bob, ooh, love, ahh, you, babes, ahh.”

She grabbed my head and pushed it down, she asked me, “Babes, harder, please, ahh, please babes, make me, oh god, explode?”

Her hips jolted up in spasms, Jean cried out loud, “I’m cumming Bob, Bob, I’m, cumming, fuck me, oh god, fuck me, ahh.”

She was very loud; I think she wanted to make sure Ron could hear we were busy.

Jean grabbed my head and lifted it off, and squirted three squirts. I stuck out my tongue to capture some of it.

She pushed me away saying, “Leave me for a minute will you honey?”

I laid on the floor and let the water run over me, my cock was still hard and pointed up over my belly button.

I looked over to Jean on the bench, her back flat on the bench, both arms hung down to the floor, one leg bent at the knee and foot on the bench, the other dangled to the floor. Her chest heaved and her hips jolted in small spasms.

A few minutes passed, and Jean’s voice, “Honey, get up?”

I saw Jean sitting on the bench with a bottle of liquid soap, she said, “We are supposed to be having a shower, come on let’s get soaped up.”

There’s a blind spot from the spray of the shower heads; we stand in this blind spot, to soap each other up.

Jean squirted some all over her shoulders and tits, and I started lathering her, paying particular attention to her tits, I squeezed them and ran a finger over her nipples. She squirted some over me and soaped up my shoulders and chest.

Jean turned me around so she could do my back, then I in turned to do hers, making sure I pay particular attention to her pert ass, we were now facing each other again.

Jean squirted some soap on to my cock and started to fondle my balls; we kissed tenderly, while I have both hands groping Jeans ass, and Jean stroking my cock.

Jean pushed me sideways into a stream of water, hitting my cock, stroking away, making sure all the soap was cleansed off.

Jean guided me back to the bench and lightly pushed me down so that I sat on it. She then stood on to the bench with her feet either side of my thighs; she guided my cock in to her entrance. Then placed her hands on to my shoulders, lowered herself on to my cock. She got half in and said, “Never can get this bastard in in one go, you’re so big, ahh.”

She rose slightly then stabbed back down, with all the water and our lubricants, Jean whispered in my ear, “Ahh, bastard cock, got it in!”

I instinctively started to thrust slowly, Jean said, “Just sit there big boy, just sit there, don’t move.”

She placed her arms around me in a cuddle, and rested her head on my shoulder.

Usually Jean likes to fuck hard, and rough, using strong language. But I somehow got the message that she just wanted a quiet, relaxing, tranquil time together.

I could feel her cunt throbbing around my cock like a heartbeat. I placed my arms around her and cuddled her back. The warm water cascaded over us, just the noise of the shower could be heard, it was peaceful. I slowly turned my head and softly kiss the nape of her neck, several small kisses, and gently run my fingers up and down her back. The warm water fell over us, soothing our bodies, we seemed to be as one.

At one point my cock throbbed and I moved my hips up lifting her, Jean lightly tapped me on my back and said, “Easy big boy.”

An impulsive action on my part, “Sorry babes, couldn’t help it.”

Jean softly said, “Control honey, self-control.”

A few minutes passed and I thought Jean had fallen into a blissful sleep.

Ron startled both of us. He stood at the bathroom door and asked in a loud manner, “You going to be long with him? Your food’s cold now.”

Jean’s whole body jolted in shock, she raised her head to look at Ron, and with a very angry expression; you know the one, if looks could kill, and all that, shouting, “Ron you’re a fucking bastard, does it look like I want to eat food right now? Bastard, you watch I’ll get you back. Can’t you see I was just having some quiet time?”

Jean looked back to me and asked, “You hungry Bob?”

I looked over to Ron, “Mate, we might be here for a bit longer, we’ll join you later.”

Ron shrugged his shoulders and said, “You two fuckers, making me eat alone again.”

I looked back to Jean, “Maybe we should go?”

Jean said, “I was so lost in a wonderful place before he barged in, now he’s just pissed me off, the little prick that he is, and has.”

I held Jean’s face with both hands, and said in a quiet whisper, so as not to sound like I was on anyone’s side, “Let’s go down, eat with him, then we can come back up for dessert.”

Jean rested her forehead on my chest and said, “Yes I suppose you’re right, but I want this cock in me it’s where it belongs.”

I kissed the back of Jean’s head, “Come on babes, you know it will be in you again soon.”

Jean sighed deeply, kissed me softly and dismounted.

We dried off and Jean put on a gown, and I without my boxers put my jeans on. We both joined Ron downstairs. Ron had reheated the food, and we all had a bite to eat and chatted. We took about fifteen minutes, and then cleared up.

Ron sat in his usual armchair, and I was on the sofa. Jean walked in carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. She started to pour out some wine for all of us, but Ron said he was okay with his beer. Jean came and sat next to me. We again chatted for a bit. While we talked, Jean stroked my thigh.

The topics of conversation ran dry, when Jean said, “Ron, you want to join Bob and me upstairs?”

Ron looked over to us and said, “No, you two carry on, it’s okay, I’ve got this book I want to finish.”

I looked at Ron and said, “Oh come on Ron, don’t be a spoil sport.”

Jean angrily shouted, “For fuck sakes Ron! If you don’t want to come up we’ll do something right here, you’re pissing me off more and more by the minute.”

Still staring at Ron she said, “Get up and come over here?”

Ron was reluctant, “No, it’s okay, take Bob upstairs.”

Jean got very angry, stood up and stomped over to Ron, grabbed his hand, “You little fucking shit, get up?”

There was no way Jean would be able to move Ron, as Ron is quite a bulky person and Jean is so, so, tiny.

Jean frowned at Ron, whilst holding his hand, then she shouted again to Ron, “I told you, I’m in no mood for stupid fucking games, now get up, and get over there!” Throwing her arm out and pointing towards me.

Jean turned and looked over to me, “And you, get rid of those jeans?”

I was never going to disobey Jean; I just loved her commanding boldness. I got up and removed my jeans, then sat back down.

By this time Ron was up and Jean was walking him over to me by the sofa.

As Jean started to undo and remove her gown, she said to Ron, “Come on you asshole, drop your pants and take out your prick?”

Ron undid his belt and dropped his trousers and lowered his pants to the ground and stepped out of them, took off his shirt and now we were all naked. I was sitting on the sofa, and Ron was standing just besides me, he was about to sit next to me when Jean said, “Get up Bob?”

We’re both in front of Jean; my cock is already at half mast, Ron still limp. Jean brought over a foot stool and knelt on it in front of us. She spat on my cock and started stroking it. She moved over to Ron and started sucking him off. I’m hard in a matter of minutes, Ron nearly there I think, I could not see it, it being in Jean’s mouth.

Jean took it out of her mouth and grabbed it with her other hand, she then turned to my cock and spat on it again. She was stroking both of us.

Ron’s cock is not that big compared to mine, if you can imagine a baby carrot next to a prize cucumber. Not to be modest, but, even a large cucumber is smaller than my cock.

Jean maneuvered us so that our cocks were next to each other. As I have mentioned before, neither Ron nor me are gay, but we let Jean do whatever she wants with our cocks.

Jean held both cocks just at the base of the head and rubs our cockheads together, licking each one in turn, Ron did not seem to be leaking, pre-cum, but I was flowing. Jean licked some of it, and smeared it over Ron’s prick. Jean tried to take both cocks into her mouth but couldn’t, so she sucked off one at a time, then again rubbed them together, occasionally slapping them against each other.

She squeezed my cock and got it to spit out some pre-cum, and put it on to Ron’s prick, like she was squeezing out toothpaste on to a brush. She then rubbed my shaft with Ron’s prick from head to base, first along the top, then along the bottom.

Jean looked up towards both of us, and said with a cheeky smile, “How you doing boy’s?”

She looked at Ron, “You’re, about to cum, aren’t you?”

I heard Ron groaning, “Yes, Agg, I’m cumming.”

Jean kept rubbing the heads together, much harder, Ron released his first load and Jean let it go over on to my cock. She then took Ron into her mouth and Ron fired again. For his third load Jean let it over my cock again. That was Ron finished.

Jean took my cock, looking up in to my eyes licked off Ron’s cum, and then sucked my cock clean.

Jean knew I would not cum that quickly, she stopped sucking, and stroked slowly, looked up to Ron, placed a hand on his over-sized belly, and with a couple of light slaps said, “You can fuck off to your book now, while I take Bob upstairs to fuck my brains out.”

Jean and I both went up to her bedroom, she leant over the bed, placed her hands on the bed and stuck her ass out, “Do me here to start with, and I want it hard, none of that sissy poking about, just a hard fuck. Oh, and don’t stop till I cum, got it?”

I moved behind her and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, she was wet, I smeared my pre-cum around her slit, and I could feel her clit stud, where I concentrated more pressure onto. It also felt nice on the tip of my cock. I then located her opening, Jean said, “Hold on big boy,” and moved one leg over to widen her stance.

Jean wiggled her ass, “Okay let’s go.”

I pushed hard and entered just half way then retreated, then back in a bit deeper, and back out, back in, inching further in till I was buried, a cry from Jean, “Ahh, back where it belongs!”

I grabbed hold of her hips, and slide out, Jean turned her head to look at me and said, “Remember what I said, hard, fucking hard, and make me cum.”

I knew exactly how Jean likes it. I slide in deep, keep it there for a few seconds, feeling her cunt muscles contract around my shaft. I flex my cock inside her, and slide out, just keeping the head in; I squeezed her ass then plunge in hard. I began my assault on Jean’s pussy, out and hard in. she was quite wet now, so I retract out, fully out, so that Jean felt the maximum pleasure of her cunt being opened every time I enter.

Jean started to cry out, “Oh yes, now this is it, ahh, shit, ahh, fuck. Ohh, my, fucking, God, Ahh.”

I kept up a fast pace and slammed into her hard, the slapping of our flesh echoed around the room along with Jean’s cries of pleasure.

The head board of the bed making a rhythmic sound on the wall. As I pumped away, I felt Jean’s ass getting wet from perspiration, and also her back was gleaming, her head was thrashing about in front, shaking from side to side.

Screams came from Jean, “Ahh, fuck, I’m, cumming, I’m, cumming Bob, oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Then Jean froze, and shouted out, “Get out, get it out!”

I took a step back, Jean turned round, pushed her hips forward, and leant back on to the bed with both hands behind her, and squirted onto my cock. I pushed my hips out and let her love fountain hit my cock, three long streams.

Jean shouted out, “Take this you bastard cock!” Her face grimaced, her teeth clenched.

Jean turned her face to the open door, and at the top of her voice shouted out to Ron, “Ron, you listening? You little fucking prick? You’re a fucking looser, come up and see what a cock does to a cunt!”

Jean fell to her knees in front of my dripping cock, her love juice running down my legs. Jean grabbed hold of my cock with both hands pulled me forward, and sucked on my cock. Blowing me off again and stroked my shaft hard and fast, twisting my cock by rotating her hands.

About five minutes later Ron walked through the door, he’s still naked, his baby carrot, limp in front of him. Jean looked over to him, still sucking on my cock; she beckoned Ron closer with a finger.

Took my cock out, held it at the base, and with her other hand held Ron’s prick in her palm and slapped Ron’s prick with my hard cock, shouting out, “This is a cock, bastard of a cock, no prick like yours can ever satisfy a cunt like mine, next time don’t cum so fucking quick.”

Jean kept slapping my cock onto Ron’s prick, beating it hard, not fast, but just hard. And just kept going on, and on and on, she seemed to be in a rage, shouting abuse at Ron.

Jean carried on, “You see, cocks keep going, they don’t fizzle out in five minutes, like this prick of yours, cocks keep a cunt alive, flowing with juices, pulsing, fucking.”

There wasn’t much either Ron or I could have said, Jean obviously had a bad day, a very bad day, and Ron’s interruption earlier in the shower room did not help.

I placed a hand on Jean’s shoulder, “Jean, babes, let Ron go, please, please babes.”

Jean let go of both our manhood’s, and fell back on to her ass.

Ron turned and stepped away, I think it was hurting his prick, all the brutal slapping Jean had given out.

Jean looked up to Ron, “Yeah, go on, fuck off, go fuck your books, you little prick!”

Ron looked at me, I didn’t know what to say, almost in fear that if Jean sees me side with Ron then she will make me pay. Probably with my cock too in some way. I shook my head and slightly raised my hand as if to say, just go Ron, you’re okay.

Jean stood up, slapped my cock and said, “I know you and he are mates, I just need a good hard fucking, if it helps, and you want to take revenge for Ron, just think you are fucking me on Ron’s behalf. Just think how he is feeling right now. How if he had this cock, would fuck me. How do you want to fuck me? Am I getting through to you?”

As I mentioned, Jean must have had a bad day, in fact I think she’d had a bad week.

Jean climbed onto the bed, placed a pillow under her head and then placed her hands behind her head, lifted her knees up and spreads them wide, till her knees touched the bed.

Jean beckoned me over, “Come on big boy, and let’s get going.”

I positioned myself between her legs and descend onto her clit stud. I licked and sucked it into my mouth and this time I went in hard, harder than before. I twirled my tongue around it, and I had my hands on her inner thighs, trying to push them down even lower opening her pussy wider.

Jean cried out, “Ahh, nice tongue work Bob, how do I taste? I hope, owhh, it’s the dessert you wanted, ahh, I can tell you’re mad on behalf of your friend.”

Jean started to buck her hips, becoming more intense, she moved her hands to my head and pushed hard, I kept licking and sucking, hard, lapping up the love juice she was producing. Then I sensed she was about to cum, and thought to myself, I’m not going to give her that satisfaction, this is for Ron.

I took my head away, Jean looked down to me, her face was one of anger as she shouted, “What you doing? You fucking cunt, finish me, what are you doing? You bastard, finish me now, get back down there!” She kicked out and hit me on the shoulder with her leg.

“Finish me, you bastard, finish mee!”

I shook my head and she delivered another couple of kicks to the side of my shoulder.

Jean’s face got redder, “Okay, I’ll fucking show you! Bastard, you fucking bastard.”

Jean started to rub her own clit; she was masturbating. she used two fingers of one hand and pistoled in to her pussy, and a couple of fingers of her other hand franticly rubbed her studded clit. Jean didn’t look at me, she closed her eyes, her hips bucked, it was an amazing site, and I wish I had a video camera at that point.

She went on for a while, small grunts and moans. I saw beads of sweat running off her forehead. Jean opened her eyes, without slowing her masturbating hands, and said, “Get Ron!”

I jumped off the bed, went to the door and shouted down to Ron to come up.

I jumped back onto the bed, Jean still in a fury, her eyes shut tight, face contorted, and Ron appeared through, “What?”

Jean looked at Ron and said, “Get down here?” She gave me a kick to move away.

I moved a bit off centre, and Ron was now between Jean’s legs. Jean again with eyes shut tight, hips bucking up and down off the bed really high; her head thrashed from side to side, her fingers were a blur over her clit.

Jean suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Ron, “Get you face down here you prick?”

Then a minute later, angrily to Ron she said, “Don’t you fucking move, you prick, don’t you dare fucking move.”

She let go of her clit, placed her hands onto her knees, she lifted her hips high and close to Ron’s face, her eyes bulged out, teeth gritted, face red, and to Ron’s surprise squirted onto his face. Ron not expecting this just moved slightly back.

A cry from Jean as she redirected her hips towards Ron, “I said don’t move you bastard, stay fuckin there!” Her voice strained.

A long stream drenched Ron, then she stood up on the bed very quickly, strode over Ron, rubbed her clit hard and wildly, then released another stream all over Ron’s stomach and prick, shouting, “You bastards think you know it all, take this, you cunts, don’t you ever fuck about with me you wankers.”

I think Ron knew what Jean was going on about; just earlier that evening when Ron disturbed her on my cock in the shower room. Ron shook his head in dismay and wiped his face with his hand, letting Jean get her frustration out.

Jean again rubbed her clit for about ten seconds and let go of another stream, same as before over Ron. And lets rip again, “You fuckin fuckers, mess about with this lady and see what you’ll fuckin get!”

This time she was looking directly at me, with a stern expression on her face, I’m sure this was for NOT getting her off just moments ago.

When she finished squirting, she stepped back over Ron, gave him a light kick on the ass and said, “You can fuck off again, or actually, let me rephrase that. Do you want to fuck off? Or do you want to watch?”

Ron looked up to Jean, and said, “I, I’d like to watch,” taking his time to answer very slowly.

I am sure Ron was thinking the same as me, that the choice Jean was giving was not really a choice, but a statement to sit in the corner, and watch. So the only right answer to Jean’s ‘question’ was stay and watch.

Jean nodded her head and said, “Good choice!” giving him another light kick on the ass and ruffled his hair.

Jean then stepped over to me, ruffled my hair and said, “Come on your turn fucker, and this time don’t disappoint, or else?”

Jean lay back down on the bed and held her arms out, “Come on get in?”

I moved between her legs and lay on top of her as she wrapped her arms around me. I stabbed my cock trying to find her tight tunnel. Oh yeah, there it is, I slide in a couple of inches, a gasp from Jean, as she tightened her arms around me. “Wow, fuck! You never cease to amaze me on entry.”

I knew Jean was expecting me to drive in deeper, I didn’t, I slide out. Then I thought to myself, she’s really wet, I’m going to give this a go, I don’t care if it pains her. I drive fully in, in one lunge go right up to the hilt.

A loud cry came from Jean, “Holy fucking shit, you fucking bastard Bob.” Jean hit me on the back with her clenched fists.

I didn’t care, I was sure Jean expected me to stay there for a bit, but I didn’t. As soon as I hit home, I retracted just as quickly, then just go mad, in and out, in a fury, attacking her pussy.

Jean cried, “Ohh, you bastard, fuck, you think you’re, ahh, full of, surprises, ahh.”

I grabbed Jean’s face in both hands, placed with a thud my forehead against hers and pushed hard with my head on hers. Both of us looked into each other’s eyes. Jean now moved her hips up to meet my thrusts. Bashing her clit stud hard onto my groin, I fucked Jean as she wanted, no stopping, hard and fast.

Jean seemed to look in pain, but she also was loving it as she looked over to Ron and said, “This, ah, is, ohh, how, ahh, a, ahh, cock should, ahh, feed a, ahh, cunt, Jesus fucking Christ! Bob, Jesus fucking Christ.”

I kept this up for a while. As you probably know, from my previous writing of our affair, Jean is an amazingly fit woman for someone in her sixties. She never fails to surprise me with her stamina, and just her pure physical fucking power.

I raised my head off, I was dripping onto Jeans face, Jean cried out, “I’m, cumming, Bob, I’m, cumming!”

Jean pulled me in tight with her arms, her legs wrapped tightly around my ass, she squeezed my ass tight with her legs with every burial thrust I gave her of my cock, Jean shouted again, “I’m cumming. Jesus fuck, lover, ahh!”

I think she squirted, I could feel our copulation feeling wetter, squelchier, and my cock was getting hotter, throbbed harder and I felt strong.

I grabbed Jean’s face again, forcing our foreheads together. Our eyes locked like enemy targets, I grunted, “Agg!” with every thrust into Jean, long deliberate hard thrusts.

I locked my cock in deep as I blew, I released a load, fuck, it felt like my nob just exploded, I retracted and then entomb my cock again, another load ripped my cockhead apart, as I entered for the third load I could feel my previous load running out over my cock, some of this was Jean’s love juice. I release six or seven loads, which was oozing out of Jean’s cunt.

As I was blowing my loads, Jean’s screams were loud, “Jesus, fucking hell, Bob, ahh, wow, ohg, shit, fuck me baby, fuck me!”

We both froze in mid-air for a minute, united, very still, my cock throbbed, Jean’s cunt pulsated in her orgasm. A sound of our mixed juices dripped onto a very wet patch on the bed, and then softly we landed together onto the bed.

I heard Ron comment, “Fucking hell Bob, you should fuck two women together, you shoot a load of cum, enough to fill a pint pot.”

Jean usually likes me to leave my cock in her, but I just Slipped off to one side, both of us panted, our breathing quick and sharp, Jean’s hips still twitched in spasms. We both turned and looked at each other as a content smile ran over our faces.

Jean placed a hand on my cheek, “Thanks honey, I really needed that.”

Then, her eyes widened, as she’s thought of something, and she immediately went down to my throbbing cock and sucked on the head, while slowly with one hand squeezed some cum out, I was taking in deep breaths.

Ron asked, “You okay mate?”

I looked at Ron and said, “Jean’s a bitch, a cum hungry bitch.”

I placed a hand on her head, as she milked me dry.

A few minutes later, she came up and lay next to me on her right side, with an arm and leg across my body. Gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “Wow, that was a fucking, my cunt feels beautifully sore.”

Then Jean looked over to Ron and asked him to come over and sit beside us on the bed.

She placed her hand on the side of Ron’s face and said, “Ron honey, I love you, you know that. You are my legal husband, have been and will be for many years. But, Bob is more than a lover to me. It’s not his big cock, although that helps. And it’s not the amount of cum he can shoot off, although I just can’t get enough. It’s his amazing stamina for not cumming for a long time that I love. Also when he explodes it’s like a never ending cum volcano gushing, again and again blasting off in my cunt. I can’t explain it any better. You would only know if you were a woman.”

Then just to add insult to injury, she said, “Oh and Ron babes, I hope you were taking notes, because that’s how a cock fucks a woman’s brains out.”