I came home for lunch one day, and I could hear her talking to someone about painting & renovations that we had done recently to the guest bedroom and extension. As there was no one in the kitchen or lounge, I guessed she was showing them the end results. I carried on pottering around in the kitchen, filling the jug for a cuppa and getting the ham and salad out of the fridge ready for lunch.
As she either did not hear me or was unaware that I had come home, I went searching through the house to see where she was and who she was talking to, ending up at the guest bedroom where I found her sitting on the end of the bed, butt naked talking on the phone. Oblivious to me standing there, she was rubbing herself gently, aroused to the point of that warm fuzzy phase of stimulation where the brain shuts out other noises as its arousal levels pass various heights of sexual yearning.
Being rather low key about third parties and not wanting her to repress any of her sexual feelings, I had always encouraged her to express herself and not be ashamed to masturbate if she felt the urge, and so I said nothing and watched as her body buzzed with a small orgasm.
I waited quietly until she disconnected and then I said, “I guess that was your friend Tom – I think that you want to fuck him again don’t you – I would hazard a guess from our recent bonks that you have even started to dream about being pummeled with his donkey cock again.”
To which she replied, “I cannot do that – it would screw his head in.”
She did not say ‘no - she was not thinking or dreaming of that,’ she just made some excuse about his mental state of mind and how fucking him would spin him out with wanting her more, so I knew that she was thinking about it and it was just a matter of ‘when,’ not ‘if’.
This all started up again about six to eight weeks ago when Joan told me she had received a call from Tom. Tom lived over on the North side of town – a forty-five minute drive from home to his place. I asked her, “What does he want this time – does he want us to babysit his dog again?”
“No,” she said, “he was down in the dumps and talking all sorts of nonsense about how bad things were for him and how he could not get a decent flat mate or girlfriend to share the rent and how he wished he had been her boyfriend instead of just a fuck buddy all those years ago.”
Knowing that Joan was very good at doing her own home renovations, I think Tom was figuring if he could get her to visit him on the pretext of giving him some advice on renovations he just might get her into his bedroom and fuck her brains out again, just like they used too.
One thing about Tom, you had to give him points for trying, although it seemed his cock, not his brain, was ruling his thoughts and focus. Basically, I am sure, he just wanted and needed a real good fuck, then he might be able to get his head straight.
Joan told me she had quieted him down and advised him to stop whining, get off the whacky-backy or dope, whatever or whichever he was on and get some help to pull himself up out of his doldrums.
"Start doing positive things around the house, get it cleaned up and maybe you will have a better chance of finding some decent room-mates," she told him.
He had babbled on about selling the house and moving back to the family farm, but he knew the house needed a lot of work to ‘spruce it up’ before it was saleable, she told me.
I wondered about the timing of this call being coincidence, convenience, or just a desperate need for a fuck.
Joan had months earlier told Tom that every fourth Sunday of the month I was scheduled on a volunteer roster and that these rosters kept me busy from before dawn till after dusk, sometimes even late into the night. She had told Tom that should he ever need her help, she would arrange to go over to his place on the Sunday of my Roster day. I guess I just never knew what type or how much help she was prepared to give him.
So it seemed Tom had asked Joan if she would be able to visit on the pretext of looking at what work needed to be done and give him some direction on what he could or should do to make it presentable to resell if that’s where he was heading. Maybe if he could refocus and get his shit together he could get new flat mates or even tenants to help towards his mortgage and not need to sell, he had told her.
Strange things happen when you least expect them, and the earlier interactions between Tom and Joan seemed to have triggered that sexual button in Joan’s libido, as she was more horny over the few days before the Sunday of my roster than she had been for the past six weeks.
That Saturday night she was like a ‘bitch on heat’ and climbing on top of me, rode my cock without any pre-play, her tits bouncing up and around as she stretched her back straight up and backwards. Pumping my cock deep inside her cunt, she experienced a ripple of small orgasms. I could feel the bruising on my chest where she had bitten and clawed me at the height of her lust. She had her eyes closed as she focused on the depths my cock was penetrating inside her cunt and verballed how she loved to fuck big fat, long, fantastically hard, super cocks.
I wondered then whose cock she was actually fantasizing about!
Roster weekend came and went, and no mention was made whether she had gone over to Tom’s and if she had how long she had stayed.
Another phone call a week later triggered the same results with her rolling me onto my back, straddling my chest and pushing her juicy pussy lips hard into my face for some tongue licking attention. I had only just started to tongue fuck her when she had a mini orgasm and soaked my face with her juices.
Moving her body back down towards my crutch she grabbed hold of my stiff cock and maneuvered it straight into her wet wet fuck tunnel entrance, sinking solidly down on it right to the base without any hesitation. She was absolutely soaking wet and horny!
She fucked me like a crazy whore that night, begging me for more and more hard cock in her cunt. “Fuck me hard lover, make me feel like I have been rooted beyond oblivion, keep feeding that big hard cock into me and blow my brains out,” she begged.
We fucked and fucked until I had nothing left in my tanks. Satiated and spent, we lay exhausted side by side as she purred like a kitten and drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks after that session, she said she was going to go back over to Tom’s on my rostered Sunday to help him get started with the painting and tiling as this was a free day for her.
That Saturday evening of the roster weekend she walked into the lounge in a sheer nighty and – as I soon found out – crotch-less knickers.
As I stroked her wet lips, I asked her who had bought her the knickers. I am still waiting for her reply!
Needless to say we never made it to the bedroom and fucked on the floor having another session of really hot sex.
A few days later, when I was putting out the rubbish I found the packaging for the knickers. It was from the Xquisite Lingerie Shop on the northern side of town, and the packaging was for a pair of knickers – but I have never seen the second set of the pair!
All was quiet for the next few weeks, as nothing more was mentioned about Tom’s efforts to repair and revamp his house. Our sex life was less aggressive and the crotchless knickers were not worn again, so I figured that Tom must have done what he wanted to do and got his act back into reality.
Little did I know that Joan had been talking to Tom regularly and was planning on another visit on my next roster on the upcoming Sunday.
She told me on Friday night that she was going over to Tom’s on the Sunday whilst I was on roster.
I did not say anything but thought if the pattern was set, she would be horny for fucking that night or Saturday night.
Which it did and she was! Saturday night started off slowly with a late afternoon shower and a sexy nighty. The crotchless knickers were back and a soon to be empty bottle of MOET, her favorite pre-sex alcohol was later carried into the bedroom.
After face fucking me on the floor of the lounge, she hovered over me on all fours, tits hanging down as she swayed in a slow rhythm.
She said, “Tell me how you are going to fuck me hard tonight babe and make me orgasm without limits. Tell me how you are going to take me into the bedroom then tie me spread eagled to the bed, blind folded with my cunt spread open for play. Tell me how you are going to go down and eat me out, licking and sucking my juicy cunt until I beg you to stop. Tell me how you are going to fuck me with the neck of the wine bottle up my cunt as you finger fuck my arse."
"Tell me how you are going to get that long zucchini and feed it into my arse while you continue fucking my pussy with the wine bottle.”
“Then tell me what you are going to do with the biggest cucumber from the vegetable drawer and how you would feed it into my cunt in place of the wine bottle. Tell me how you are going to lube my arse and fuck my arse with the latest vibrating anal plug you bought last week. Tell me how you are going to get my vibrator and tickle my clit with its rabbit ears as you bury the shaft deep inside my cunt then turn up the speed controller until I squeal, begging for release.
Tell me how you are going to fuck me babe, tell me how you are going to put that nice fat six-inch cock up my cunt, tell me how you are going to take me doggy style and make your ball sack slap across my cunt lips. Then tell me how you are going to fuck me hard and then feed your cum coated cock into my mouth so I can suck it clean of all our juices.”
We found ourselves back in the bedroom, where I did tie her to all four corners of the bed with her head hanging over the toe end of the bed so that the angle of her neck was ideal for face fucking. I pushed my cock as deep as it would go down her throat without choking her. Even thought my cock was an average size with a girth of two to two-and-a-quarter inches thick - Joan had not yet mastered the art of deep throat fucking my cock. To prevent myself from blowing my load early I stopped face fucking her and let my cock and balls brushing against the side of her face as I leant forward over her in the 69 position and buried my face in her soaking valley of pleasure and hungrily consumed the sweet offerings.
The doorbell was ringing, but we were otherwise occupied and did not hear it for quite a while, then its persistence finally demanded a response.
After the session with the toys, vegetables, and wine bottle, Joan on such a height of sexual lust and horny as a buck rat in a nunnery, she said, “Fuck, this is erotic, I wonder if it’s the milk man or that sexy all black coming to fuck me too. Would you let them fuck me, honey?”
I had not seen her this excited in many a month. She was so turned on and on such a high plateau of sexual euphoria, I did not want her to lose this state of euphoric bliss. With the door-bell chiming in the back ground, I propped up her head on a pillow and inserted a gob stopper coated in Cointreau into her mouth to suck on and then inserted the vibrator up her fuck tunnel.
I made sure that the rabbit ears were tickling her clit on a slow speed, before I grabbed a dressing gown. Looking back at her spread eagled on the bed, blindfolded, it made me hard as I watched her having some mini orgasmic spasms. I shut the door and went to see who was the persistent caller at 7:00 pm in the evening of our Saturday night.
I got one hell of a shock as I opened the door and stood face to face with Tom.
“What are you doing here “I asked.
“Did Joan not tell you she had invited me for dinner?” he responded. Then he stood there and said, “Oh Crap – I think I have got the dates screwed up, I think I am a week too early,” and with that he apologized profusely and started to back down the steps towards his car. “Sorry,” he said, “I totally screwed up with the dates – Sorry to interrupt your evening,” he said.
“I guess so,” I responded to his next question, asking if the dinner invite still stood for next Saturday.
I was not aware he had been invited over for dinner at all. I guess she had forgotten to tell me that.
I watched as he turned around and headed back down the path to the gate and his car when I had this devilish idea and called out, “Hey Tom, wait up, all might not be lost for your Saturday evening.”
He stopped and turned and looked at me with uncertainty, then walked back to the steps where I waited.
When he got there, I said to him, “I know you have wanted to fuck Joan and have done for some time, and I know that Joan has been thinking about your cock, which she says is quite a big sucker, almost eight inches long and thicker than her wrist, which was almost three inches thick.
I know you would fuck her any chance you got if and when she let you, if you haven’t already, but if I gave you the opportunity tonight – would you turn it down or take it?”
After a little hesitation he looked at me and asked, “How did you know that, and what do you mean?”