The affair had started several weeks ago. In fact Zack had seen Mel before, crossing the road with her two kids, but it wasn’t until he was parked in the small resident’s car park on her secluded estate that he realised the woman he had objectified to himself lived there. She’d caught his eye because she was the quintessential MILF - pretty, curvy, big tits clamped down in a hefty bra, tight T-shirt and jeans which compli...

When the text alert sounded Zack glanced up from the chopping board, wiping his hands on a tea towel, staining the white material with combined tomato and red pepper. He walked to the table and picked up his phone. Mel: Hope you enjoyed today. He nodded to himself. Texts from her were rare and usually meant she had some time to herself after the kids were in bed and her husband was either working late, in his office at ho...

‘Mel! Do you know where my blue tie is?’ Mel rolled her eyes. Why was it always her job to know where his things were?She ran her fingertips over her vagina, making sure she was smooth. Deciding that she felt suitably velvety she picked up her underwear from the bed, stepping into the pale pink, lacy thong. She fastened the clasp on the matching bra, adjusting her heavy breasts in the cups. Sometimes she missed her perky,...