“Joe gave me the look at church today,” I quipped as innocently as possible to my husband Craig as he was passing me in the kitchen.

“What?  You mean…?”

I grinned back. “Yep, you should see how he looks at me.”

Craig rubbed his chin in a thoughtful fashion and fell silent in thought.

I knew I had planted the seed in his mind because later he accosted me in the dining room.  He grabbed me from behind and pushed me over the dining room table.  He lifted my skirt and nudged his hard cock into my panty clad pussy from behind.

“I wonder if he would fuck you just like this.  In a doggy position.”

“Oh, you naughty boy!  Leave me alone, you randy bugger!” I protested with humour.  But I enjoyed it.

Later that night I knew that my hubby was very serious about his friend Joe having sex with me.

“Put your schoolgirl costume on for me and I’ll pretend I’m Joe.”

This made me pant with lust.  The costume was none other than my old school uniform with a few sexy modifications.  It was a white top and short pleated skirt.  The skirt was obscenely short and I wore my favourite soft white panties underneath.  The socks were white and came to just under the knee, and black leather shoes with a slightly raised heel were on my feet.

I took care with my very long hair.  I parted it into two unbraided pigtails that sat high on my head with two pretty white ribbons.  I’m a fairly small woman in spite of heading off to middle age at 35 years of age.  And two children have not taken their toll on my figure too much, although I feel that my butt and thighs have filled out a bit more than necessary.  So the whole effect of my costume was simultaneously virginal but salacious.  

The effect on my husband was explosive.  But this is outside of my current story.  Suffice it to say that no part of my body was left ‘undefiled’.  At one point, I panted out between thrusts, “What if he wants to go all the way with me?”

“Let him!  Let him cum in you!”

That was the tipping point for me.  I panted, squeaked and squirted my way through a delicious orgasm with my husband finishing me off in a doggy position.

We made our plans.

The following Sunday, I wore my most modest and demure outfit to church but still flirted with Joe after the service and all the while my body throbbed with lust and anticipation.  Hubby organised some ‘blokey’ reason for Joe to visit our home after lunch and when I saw his car pull into our driveway, I took it as my cue to get into my very naughty outfit.

I heard them speaking in the kitchen and then move to the garage.  I remained out of sight for our trap to work more effectively.  I heard hubby’s car drive away and that was my sign to pounce.

“Oh, hi, Joe,” I cooed as I came out from the bedroom. “Craig not here?”

“Ah, no!” he replied with surprise. “He said he had to go out to the hardware shop and he wanted me to stay here so he didn’t have to lock up the house.”

I chuckled inwardly as he struggled to say these words and control his eyes from roaming all over my form.  His jaw had dropped and was immobilised with lust.

I innocently said, “Do you like my fancy dress outfit?”

He simply nodded.

I continued, “I got it for a party but we didn’t get to go.  Do you like it?”

He sat down in silence.  I continued.

“It’s my original high school uniform, and I’m so happy I can still fit into it!” I chirped. “I modified the skirt though.  I made it a lot shorter to be a bit naughtier!”

I did a little twirl.  He caught a flash of my panties underneath.

“But maybe I made it a little too short, what do you think?”

“Oh, it’s fine.”

“But if I bend over the table here you might be able to see my panties,” I protested.

I bent over the dining table and of course, Joe could see quite a lot.  I grasped my little white panties at either side and pulled them upwards.  My two butt cheeks popped deliciously and the panties framed my little pussy nicely.  Without moving, I turned and saw the look on his face.  It was pure lust.  He was playing with himself.

I stood back up and walked over to him. “See!  They are far too short!”  I lifted the front of my short skirt. “They are ok at the front, aren't they?”

The poor man was transfixed as he gazed at my panty clad pussy.

I had him!

I stepped closer to him and turned around. "Do you like my schoolgirl hairstyle?" I backed up to where he was sitting and sat on his lap. "See how long my pigtails are and do you like the pretty ribbons? You can play with them if you like."

I wriggled a bit to make my pigtails sway but this also had the effect of settling myself onto his very hard cock. I could feel it wedged between my butt cheeks and I wondered what his face was looking like now but I could not see.

I suddenly stood and turned to face him.

"Actually, having hair this long has its benefits. Let me show you, but I've got to come up closer." I moved forward and straddled him, leg kneeling either side. because I am fairly short, even in this position I was still just below his eye level. But most glorious of all, his rampant, blood engorged cock was now firmly pushing hard against my very wet panty clad pussy. My skin was flushed, and I began to pant and tremble. I started a little rocking movement with my hips but maintained an innocent façade for as long as I could.

"You see, Joe, my hair is long enough to cover my little boobs even when it is done like this in pigtails. Let me show you."

I unbuttoned my white blouse and opened it to expose my white bra. I placed the ponytails over my breasts and eased the bra cups down. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. It was then that I had my first powerful spasm that signalled the onset of a growing orgasm. I panted with lust and my whole body began to tremble a little.

I bravely kept going.

"So, do you like my costume, Joe?"

He nodded vigorously.

I lifted my short skirt and asked, "But in particular, do you like my little white panties?"

He looked down to where I was gently rubbing my pussy against his rigid cock.

I was barely controlling my lust. I leant closer to his face and whispered with much difficulty, "These panties are very important. When I wear my naughty schoolgirl uniform, I feel very naughty." I had almost collapsed onto his chest and was now whispering into his ear.

"I'm a 35-year-old mother of two, I'm a conservative church going wife, but when I dress like this, I know that the only thing between my wet, married pussy and your hard cock thrusting inside me and defiling me with your potent cum are these little soft white panties."

The time for speaking had finished, even if Joe had been a man of many words. He lifted me into a standing position and guided me to the dining table. I knew that the time had come.

Joe had passed the point of no return, and I knew this whole affair would only end after he had mounted and copulated with me. I know that he would cum inside me no matter what the consequences, real or imagined.

He moved me to the table and shoved me down face first. I was weak and compliant. I would accept his seed.

There was a pause filled with delicious anticipation where he readied himself, then I felt him flip up my skirt and yank my panties to one side. I felt the head of his engorged cock nudge my entrance.

I trembled with excitement, lust and just a little fear. This was the new cock of a new man. It is always exciting and makes me a little nervous.

Am I wet enough?

What if it hurts?

My trembling became more pronounced as I hurtled towards my own climax. I started to thrust uncontrollably, and writhe. By body had taken over and was preparing herself for breeding. The hormones were running their delicious course. Then I started to cry a little. I always do this. It's just an emotional reaction to such powerful emotions and feelings. Normally my man will stop at this point and ask if I am ok. I always reply somewhat obscenely and shout something like, "Just hurry up and fuck me!"

But not today.

I had ensnared Joe in such a trap of seduction that he had switched into 'breeding at all costs' mode. He was responding to the evolutionary impulse to propagate our species.

He placed the tip of his cock just inside my lips.

I bit my lip.

He placed his strong hands on my hips.

I held onto the edge of the table each side of my thighs.

He thrust in deep with one motion.

I thrust back in response. He kept thrusting and in response, I grunted and cried at each thrust until my cries became squeaks and I was thrashing out my own orgasm as best as I could in spite of being restrained and pinned to the table.

Then the bloody phone rang! Damn! It was my husband, Craig. That rat always did this! He always timed his call if he could for when I had the least composure to talk. I tapped speaker.

"Hi, honey, what are you doing?"

Joe froze with fear but I was still thrashing beneath him.

"Oh, nothing much," I squeaked.

"Are you OK? You sound out of breath."

"Oh, I'm just doing some cleaning," I squeaked again with a pant.

"Is Joe ok? Tell him I'll be about another 15 or 20 minutes. I have to go to another shop."

"Ok, honey, I will."

"Ok, love you, bye," replied my husband.

I made as if to end the call but I just pulled the phone closer to my mouth so that Craig could listen to what was happening. I had reached my peak and was hovering just below my climax. I had squirted a little and this made an obscene slapping noise with each thrust of Joe's cock as his balls met my pussy.

"Pull my hair and tell me I'm a slut!"

This excited Joe immensely and he got into the spirit of the moment with gusto.

"I'm gonna fuck you all up, you little bitch. I'm gonna knock you up and fill you with my cum. You whore. You slut-wife. You're getting bred!'

He slapped me a couple of times on my butt. But he stopped the rhythm and started to roughen his actions. He would pull my hair and lift my head from the table, then shove me back down. When I was least expecting it he would ram his cock hard into my womb with such force it would shove the table up against the wall. He would grab my wrists and yank back hard on them as he thrust. He would shove my arms behind my back so that I was completely helpless.

He was nailing me, destroying me.

We were both enjoying the view in the mirror on the wall opposite us when I saw his face change and twist. His actions became faster and even harder. He commenced growling and snarling.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck Craig's pretty little wife!" I screamed, knowing my husband was listening.

He tensed and slowed. He thrust in deep and held as his cock throbbed out a load of semen into my womb. Each powerful thrust lifted me to the tips of my toes off the floor. I was well and truly fucked.

For several minutes he continued to thrust deeply as the last remnants of his load trailed inside me. But then it was over.

I lay on the table face down and panting.

What do I do now? What do I say?

I rolled over and stood up, using the table to steady my weak legs.

"Thank you," I panted. "Thank you for fucking me."

"The pleasure was all mine," he replied politely as he tucked himself away, but I detected an ironic smirk behind those words.

"We should do this again maybe, when we have a bit more time, perhaps?"

He simply nodded with a smile. There was just a little something that put me at uneasiness with his demeanour but he had just given some of the most wonderful sex of my life. I would certainly be looking for more.

I straightened myself up just in time for Craig to come walking in.

"Oh, you're wearing your costume," he chirped. "What do you think of it, Joe?"

Joe crossed his arms and grinned. "Cute! Cute but alluring, I would say. Maybe even a bit dangerous in the wrong hands."