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 complimented her firm mum bum.

He’d been parked, writing a report on his iPad when he’d seen her walking to her car with her two primary school age kids. And he’d still been there, completely coincidentally, when she’d returned about fifteen minutes later. He’d got out of his car to retrieve something from the boot and they’d exchanged ‘hellos’ and it was then that he realised that she was the MILF he’d seen crossing the road a few days earlier.

The same thing had happened the following week, and the week after that until he found they were talking for longer each time.

He’d leaned that her husband worked long days and he got the impression that she was a little bored with him, although she hadn’t said that outright.

After the fourth week she’d invited him in for a coffee and that’s when the affair had started, and what had led him to being sat in the small secluded carpark trying to look like he was working.

Zack looked at his watch, Mel was later today, perhaps one of the kids was sick or maybe her husband had the day off; either one of those scenarios meaning that their meeting would have to be cancelled.

He had Mel’s number but he knew better than to text her when her husband could be around. Texts were rare and only instigated by her, and only if she was horny. If she did text it was always in the evening, and always led to an hour of sexting, usually when she was in the bath. If he was lucky there would be a photo of her tits, and if he was really lucky, and she could risk it, she would send him a WhatsApp voice note of her as she climaxed to his texts of what he would do to her. Naturally he would save the photos and look at them as he listened back to her orgasms while he got himself off.

He was about to resign himself to the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to meet him today when he saw her front door open and she appeared, wearing her usual v-neck t-shirt stretched over her big tits, showing a deep cleavage. Instead of jeans, she wore light blue/grey leggings which telegraphed that she had a thong slicing between her bum cheeks. As usual she was with her two children but looking more stressed than normal, rushing, attaching school bags to the kids as they walked.

She’d seen him straight away, parked in his normal spot. Although as usual she didn’t acknowledge him, getting the kids and herself into the car.

Pretending to look at his phone he watched surreptitiously as she got into the driver’s seat. A few moments later his phone pinged.

Mel: Not a great morning. Running late. Don’t go anywhere. BRB

She never used x’s in her texts, that would mean emotion, and what they were doing wasn’t about that.

He smiled at the text and nodded so she could see him.

Ten minutes later Mel’s burgundy SUV pulled back into the carpark and she got out. Despite being sans children she still looked a little stressed. Zack didn’t move. They had a protocol. She went into the house through the front door which was visible to the neighbours and then a few minutes later he would get out of his car with his iPad and work ID, and would walk around to her secluded back garden and go up to her backdoor (which always made him smile like a schoolboy) where she would let him in.

Mel was waiting for him as he approached and she pulled open the door.

‘Sorry,’ she said, irritation in her voice and on her face. ‘It’s been a crappy morning - the kids were playing up and I’ve got a stupid PTA/Governors' meeting.’

Zack stepped through the door. ‘Is it not a good time?’ he asked.

‘No, it’s the perfect time,’ she said, closing the door behind him. ‘I need to get fucked. But it’s going to have to be fast so you need to get your trousers off.’

Zack was used to their sessions being race car movie sex - fast and furious - but they weren’t usually on the clock like this. Not that he minded.

Planting an urgent kiss on his mouth, Mel pulled at his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down with his boxers.

‘Wow,’ he said, surprised at her speed. ‘I’m not even properly hard yet.’

Mel looked down at his semi-erect penis. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll sort that out,’ she said dropping to her knees as she crossed her arms, pulling her T-shirt over her head, giving him a good view of her more than ample cleavage. Most days her bra and knickers matched, and were obviously picked out intentionally. Sometimes red, sometimes blue, often lacy and naughty and sometimes with stockings and suspenders, but today’s bra was a little more functional but still with some lacy detail.

‘Sorry about the boring bra,’ she said, looking up at him. ‘Didn’t have much time this morning.’ She carefully picked up his cock, feeling its weight despite not being fully erect. She liked that. She liked it when his cock was thick but not fully hard, she liked to watch it swing. She was going to put him straight in her mouth but instead trailed the head over her bra and along the line of her cleavage, feeling him grow in her hand.

‘That’s what I need,’ she said, looking up at him. ‘Tits in or out?’ She knew that sometimes he liked to fuck her while she wore her underwear, while other times he wanted her fully naked.

‘Out,’ he said.

Mel smiled, reaching behind her back to the bra clasp. It released, giving her the sensation of being set free. It wasn’t as good as when it was the end of the day and she was getting undressed, but it was still a nice feeling.

Usually she would tease him, letting it slide slowly down her arms, holding it over her big breasts until the look in his eyes told her he couldn’t wait any longer. But today she was pushed for time and her stress levels needed a real good fucking to dilute them.

Zack’s hard on waved in front of Mel’s face as she removed her bra. He would happily admit that it was her tits that were the first thing he’d noticed about her, closely followed by her curvy body and pretty face, and he never tired of seeing them. Okay, so they weren’t the firm, perky tits of a nineteen-year-old; forty-two years and two kids had seen that off, but he didn’t care. Not that he was a big boob man particularly, he was more about shape than size and Mel’s were still good, pear shaped and heavy with nice nipples. And her body wasn’t “movie star perfect” - a little extra plump to her tummy and no thigh gap, but he liked that too. And he found her self confidence sexy as fuck. happily answering the door to him naked or in her underwear.

From their post-sex conversations (or mid-sex depending on how long they had) he got the idea that her husband was no longer particularly enamoured by her body, which was a mystery to Zack because he felt that any man who got to see her, whether during sex or just as she was walking around the bedroom, was pretty fucking lucky - but who knew how some men thought.

‘A quick tit fuck and then I’m going to need that cock inside me,’ she said, pressing his hard on between her tits. He placed his hands on her shoulders and started to thrust. His downstrokes spread his now leaking pre cum on her flesh and as he thrust up between her cleavage Mel licked the tip of his cock, her saliva making him even wetter.

‘No cumming on them today,’ she said with a look of admonishment. ‘I need that cock hard.’

Zack nodded. He liked the days that one of them would suggest that he pulled out so he could finish all over her tummy and tits, usually with her stoking him until he sprayed on her.

Zack didn’t usually come quickly, although there had been times when he’d only lasted a couple of minutes with Mel. But that was usually due to her deciding that she wanted him to cum fast - she said it made her feel sexy knowing that he hadn’t been able to last long.

Zack felt the tell tale tingle around his hard on and his balls tightened. ‘Okay, let’s go,’ he said, stepping back.

Mel looked up at him. He was definitely handsome, despite being five years older than her with greying sides to his hair and stubble, but she liked that - George Clooney or someone. And in another life she could probably fall for him, but that wasn’t practical and so she was glad that he seemed happy enough to come round and fuck her a couple times a week while her husband was at work.

Plus he was good at it. His cock was a good size, his staying power was on point, giving her a least one orgasm each time, and he smelled nice - like a springtime woodland.

I wonder if we could fuck in the woods? She thought as she felt his pre cum warm her skin. She hadn’t had sex outside since she’d got married, and she missed the spontaneity. Even the garden would do.

Zack seemed like to type of guy who would be up for some alfresco fucking. Maybe now that the weather was getting warmer. She’d have to be quieter than usual though, she couldn’t have the nosey old bag next door hearing her cumming her brains out on Zack’s cock or with his face between her thighs. He was good at that too - writing words on her clit with his tongue before trapping it between his lips and lapping until her back arched and she saw little flashing lights behind her eyes.

She often wondered if her neighbour ever heard her cumming. But if the old cow ever said anything to Glen and he brought it up she would just tell him she was having a solo session with some porn and her silicone friend and got a little carried away. Glen wasn’t too switched on when it came to things like that and she wondered how their kids were so clever.

‘Are you ready to get into my knickers?’ Mel asked. ‘They’re not my pretty ones today. Sorry.’

‘That’s okay,’ he replied, pulling her closer, burying his face between her tits, grazing her nipples with his teeth. ‘It’s what’s in them I want.’

He nipped at her stiff buds and she yelped, giggling as she started pulling at her yoga pants, Zack’s hands joining hers, feverishly pulling at the tight material, peeling her leggings and her underwear down over her hips and bottom.

In her mind she’d expected them to start with her bent over the kitchen work surface, and then if he hadn’t finished, they would move to another room. But instead Zack turned her, pushing her naked towards the backdoor. She gasped at his urgency, bracing herself against the glass. She could feel his erection against her firm, round ass and lower back.

Zack grabbed her breasts, pulling at her nipples as she opened her legs. They didn’t often do it standing up, he was quite tall and she was only about 5’4” which made it difficult, but she could feel his intention and she was happy to indulge.

Reaching behind her she found his hard on, guiding him between her thighs to her already wet lips.

‘Push,’ she said as she got him into position, letting out a loud moan as he thrust into her.

‘Fuck,’ he growled as he slid inside her, pushing her against the door.

Feeling the cold glass on her breasts Mel could only imagine how it would look from outside, her big mum tits pressed against the glass as Zack fucked her from behind.

‘Yes!’ she said, as he pumped into her. ‘Fuck me!’

‘Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,’ Zack said into her ear before grabbing her shoulders and looking down at his cock thrusting into her.

Mel let out a loud moan as he went deep and hard. She looked over her shoulder. ‘Are you going to cum?’

Zack grunted a ‘no’.

‘Good. Bend me over so I can.’ She needed an orgasm and didn’t have long, but being bent over always did it for her. So did being on top, but there probably wasn’t time for that this morning. She felt him pull out of her and she stepped back, looking at the door. ‘Remind me to clean that,’ she said. ‘You can clearly see my tits on it.’

Zack laughed and she turned, taking his cock in her hand, leading him across the kitchen, bending over the work surface and pulling him back into position. Behind her Zack held her hips, sliding back inside her.

‘Fuck me hard,’ Mel said, her forehead resting on her hands, her gasps with each of Zack’s thrusts mixing with the slaps of his thighs hitting her buttocks.

Behind her Zack’s fingers were making indents in the flesh of her hips as he pulled her back onto him and pumped into her.

The kitchen was filled with their moans and pants and the slapping of flesh.

‘Oh fuck! Don’t stop!’ Mel cried, not caring if her nosey neighbour could hear her as her climax approached. ‘Fuck yes! Don’t stop. Don’t cum!’

‘Cum for me, you sexy bitch,’ he growled, attempting to go faster without slipping out of her. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt her orgasm and accidentally stick in her ass.

‘Yes! Ohhhhh!’ Mel let out a loud moan as she came, her flesh rippling as she trembled listening for the sound of Zack cumming. When she didn’t hear him she looked over her shoulder, trying to focus on him through her body being shoved against the work top. ‘Are you going to cum?’

‘Not yet,’ Zack replied through gritted teeth.

‘Good, let me turn around.’

Zack stepped back, his cock springing up. Mel pulled one of her kitchen stools over, hopping up and opening her legs - despite her busy morning she’d still been able to shave herself smooth.

‘Quick, get it back in,’ she said, pulling his hard on until he was pressed between her lips. ‘Yep,’ she said, indicating that she was ready for him. Zack pushed, impaling her on his cock.

‘Oh yes,’ she breathed. ‘That’s a good cock. Fuck me hard. Use me to make yourself cum.’

Zack hooked her legs over his arms, thrusting hard and fast.

‘Grab my tits,’ Mel said, looking up at the clock. She guessed she had about ten minutes before she had to get herself together to leave. ‘Yes! Play with my nipples.’ She looked up at him, enjoying the fact that he was watching her tits as he stroked them.

He let out a groan.

‘Are you ready?’ she asked.

Zack nodded. ‘Yeah, I’m close.’

‘Cum inside me. I want to feel your cum dripping in my knickers while I’m sitting with all those other mums.’

‘Fuck yeah,’ Zack gasped, making her smile. She loved how he was so helpless when his cock was inside her.

These sessions where she dictated how things went really turned her on. She also liked when he was the dominant one - telling her where they were going to fuck and deciding where he was going to cum.

‘And when you’ve cum I want you to wipe your cock between my tits so your cum is on me.’

‘You fucking sexy bitch,’ he groaned, edging closer to finishing.

‘Yes, that’s it, fuck me. Cum in me.’

‘Fuuuccckkkk!’ Zack called as his orgasm built and he unloaded his cum into her, thrusting over and over.

As his movements slowed Mel looked up at him. ‘Have you finished?’

‘Yes,’ Zack breathed.

‘Quick, give me that wet cock.’

Zack’s legs were a little wobbly as he stepped back. As soon as he was out of her Mel dropped off the stool, kneeling in front of him.

Pushing her tits together, she put his cock, dripping with the remnants of his cum, in her cleavage, sliding him between her tits.

Zack let out a groan as his sensitive tip slid between her breasts, watching as she wiped his cock all over her tits and across her nipples, painting them with the last of his cum.

‘Yes,’ she said, watching as his fluid coated her skin. ‘That’s what I wanted. I bet none of those other boring bitches will be sitting, drinking coffee with their fuck buddy’s cum all over them and filling their knickers.’

She quickly sucked his cock and stood up. ‘Sorry it’s been a bit rushed today,’ she said.

‘No problem,’ Zack replied, getting his breath back. ‘I like a hard, fast fuck.’

‘Me too,’ Mel replied, still stroking his cock, keeping him hard. ‘But I need to go.’

‘Okay,’ he replied, looking for his trousers.

Mel leant against the work top, legs crossed. ‘Pass me my knickers?’

Retrieving her thong from the floor Zack passed it to her, watching her big tits sway as she stepped into it.

‘Bra?’ she said. Fastening it she adjusted her tits inside, looking down at his cum in her cleavage.

‘Are we still on for the day after tomorrow?’ Zack asked.

‘Of course,’ she replied. ‘How do you feel about an outdoor fuck?’