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10. PAM SHARE.10. PAM SHARE. Pam lay beside her husband Jim of 5 years; of late their sex-lives had been on a gentle downhill slope of same old same old. Since the k**s, Peter, four, Milly, three and her forced hysterectomy at Millie`s birth they had slid into the pattern of duty rather than spontaneity they had once enjoyed. No doubt 90% 0f us have experienced in lesser or greater degrees at some time or other.He sensed her less than enthusiastic approach to his usual advances, asking if something was wrong, reluctantly she muttered that she was bored, that the spark was missing, that it, meaning there sex life, had become mundane, same old same old, had he not noticed?He said he had and that he just thought it was the way things went, as they had got older it had, like a lot of things slowed down, drifted off call it what you will.Since the subject had come up she pressed home her point saying she did realise they were getting older, and thanks for pointing out time for them was running out, slipping past or whatever but she for one was not that old and she wanted to enjoy her dreams and sexuality before it slid away altogether!”He said that he hadn’t thought a lot about it really he had not had much time for frivolity these last few years having worked round the clock to provide for her and the k**s his recent promotion had eased things though and he now had an easier life.She asked if he had ever strayed, his reply of “nearly once” took her by surprise, she had never dreamed that he, solid reliable Jim would ever even have been tempted or would have even thought about cheating on her in reality. Before she could ask about it he asked “have you?”She denied any cheating with speed and force, ”most certainly not” though she chuckled and said she had “been approached a time or two, over the years, but that she had never done more than a bit of mild flirtation, hoping to make him jealous and a bit more attentive” then added wistfully “didn`t you ever notice?”He tactfully ignored that asking her “who?” and she told him of his best man drunk at the wedding, his brother Steven at the christmas bash two years ago, uncle Fred when aunt Molly wasn’t looking last summer when they went down on holiday at their farm, and….” the list trailed off he had never noticed he said, so the jealousy bit had been in vain, he was “sorry if he had not been attentive enough, but it had never occurred to him that she was not satisfied with what she was getting!” She quickly assured him of her love for him and only him, but with a wistful look in her eye she said that lust and love where too very different areas, she still felt she wanted to experience just some of the things she had read over the years, fulfil a fantasy or two, to push her body to find its limits before it was too late, did he not feel that same way? Or for him was it too late?He grunted, chuckled then asked what she had in mind. He didn’t want her pregnant again, or become diseased, or to be put in a compromising situation, he was not good at all that sort of thing, but over the years he had had the odd fantasy of her sleeping with other men, folk spanking her, or her being humiliated, and on a few occasions he had fantasised about her being the victim of some sadist or that sort of thing though he didn’t want her hurt in reality in any way. She asked why he had never mentioned it and he said he thought she would have been upset, he did not want to ever have their life together or marriage at risk.There was a long silence, the enormity of his words sinking in, and all these years together and they had both wanted the same things, but neither had admitted it to one another.Tentatively she kissed him gently and with a touch of sadness in her voice she said “if only they had talked more,” She said she “was as guilty as he, bottling up her feelings, suppressed the desires of her own body that had denied them both of so much over these last years. Stupidly they had missed out on so much; each thinking the other would have been offended. Perhaps they should at least really talk tell one another everything from dreams and fantasies to wishes they really need to be honest.”He asked if she really thought that saying perhaps they should put dreams into practise, but first they needed to clear the slate. She agreed, reassuring him by saying, “as long as we are truthful open and honest our love will be there all the time that`s not going to change whatever I do, you do or you want me to do, let`s just do whatever before it`s just too late.” Then she kissed him with a passion that the last few years had not seen.Together haltingly they began by expounding the supposed skeletons, his secretary, on the rebound having placed her hand inappropriately on his leg, and his fight with his own conscience, over wether to take her obvious offer, reluctantly to his surprise he had resisted the temptation.Her rejection of the drunken best man, and later of Jim`s younger brother, both of which had shame facedly apologised the following morning and which she had put down as the beer talking and as a compliment. That left her uncle Fred and the paper lad, the later a cheeky young monkey who was trying his luck most Fridays having read and fantasised over too many of the magazines he delivered, and the farming uncle, both were quite serious, and had taken every opportunity to fondle her body whenever they were alone together. Wandering hands, over her clothes though she had never quite said no, she had given neither rejection or encouragement, for fear of the annual family holiday`s being compromised. For some reason he did not seem averse to any of her confessions, he knew of his best man`s attempt, the guilt having caused a confession on his return from the honeymoon, but full of the joy of early marriage and knowing she had accepted the now sober chaps proffered apology and had chosen to not mention it . So he forgave his friend Simon, who he knew as a rake when drunk and having done no harm anyway In fact it had enforced his trust in her.His brother had since married and settled down, though he would have been angry if he had known at the time, but his prick stiffening at the thought of old Fred or especially that paper lad trying their luck.She had hold of his manhood as they talked and felt the stirrings, so she knew he was interested, so she said “oh I see that`s a start then!” and began to chuckle.“Tell me about Uncle Fred” he asked, so she began to do just that;“You remember last June when Aunt Molly, took the k**s to that Sunday boot sale and you slept in?” she didn’t wait his reply, “Well I was up and about and went for a stroll, Uncle Fred was working with the pigs, his old boar was servicing a sow, I was fascinated and I stopped to watch as the twisting prick screwing itself into her.”“Fred appeared and put his arm round my waist, looking over my shoulder into the pen and saying that the old boy had done that trick a few hundred times and how he wished he could get women like that boar got sows!”She went on that “I didn’t say anything and he took that as a green light, hugging me from behind his hands on my breasts thumbs feeling for my nipples, which were erect due to the interest in the boar, he was close behind me and I could feel his giant errection probing my cleft through his trousers and my shorts, I stood still my hands gripping the pig fence, stolidly watching the a****ls, while he ran his hands over my nipples and he came in his trousers, before turning and slipping away blushing. For my part I had to go indoors and finish the job by hand.That dinnertime Molly asked had he put that old boar to the sow yet, he said he had seen to that that very morning and that the deed was done and a lot of seed had been, splashed about, Fred asked what I had thought of his pig pens, saying he`d seen me looking them over that morning and keeping a very straight face, it was my turn to blush, though luckily no one noticed as just then little Milly began to cough which diverted everyone`s attention thank goodness, and the conversation moved on.She said with a smile she had enjoyed it and perhaps would have been tempted, but the holiday was over very next day and what with looking after the c***dren and packing their paths didn`t cross alone again. By now she was straddling Jim, his prick deep into her as they moved rhythmically, slowly, gently, their passion building as the confessions unfolded. He asked if she wanted to sleep with Fred, referring to him as that randy old goat, and she countered that by asking if he would enjoy it if she did. His expression and his dick gave her his emphatic answer; he nodded; saying he would love to watch but if that was not possible just to hear the story would be second best but only if that was what she wanted. He said “they had little to lose, with her now being unable to become pregnant,” and he doubted STD`s would be a problem, Molly and Fred living in the wilderness. “if you Pam, want it that way then let`s do it.”She laughed, saying “the next holiday is over two month away, and I want adventure now!”It was his turn to laugh, chuckling “well if your desperate there`s always your paper-boy,” his smile vanished though when she took the suggestion seriously, kissing him and saying “What a good idea he`s a randy young lad, he may be just the thing!”She began to tell him about the lad`s antics; according to her Fridays was her worse day for boredom with Peter being at school and Milly being with her grandmother for the day it was long and particularly long . The boy finished his round at the end of our road, however when she answered the door to him one snowy Friday the day he collected the cash, She had been having a day in bed with a cold she was in her Pj’s.; she paid him in the hallway, his eyes not missing a detail of the shape of her body through the thin Pj`s, and as he left he blew her a kiss. She thought nothing of the whole incident, but the following week she happened to be dusting the windowsill in our bedroom when she noticed the lad doing his round. He had collected at the rest of the houses right to the end of the street, and then he doubled back to our house three from the end, leaving her till last.She thought that a bit odd but went down to pay the lad, it was still snowy so she invited him into the hallway as was her custom with tradesmen on cold or wet days. This time she was fully dressed, just slacks and a tee shirt for slopping round the house, he seemed disappointed and she noted the crestfallen look, instantly clicking that he had hoped the Pj`s of the previous week had been for his benefit! Well, being Pam she took that as some sort of compliment, the lad looked about 15, carroty hair, freckles, about 5ft.10 tall though not skinny, and as things with hubby had been so bland of late, and she was feeling glad of the company, she decided to tease him a little, by saying he looked cold and offering him a coffee, which he accepted gratefully, dumping the big paper bag and his jacket as she lead him to the kitchen sitting him down at the kitchen table.She could feel his eyes taking in every detail of her backside while waiting for the kettle to boil, She extracted the information that he was 16, and his name was Carl, he lived at home with his widowed mother, and this was the last house on his round, (she knew that was a white lie, but chose to ignore it,) saying he could call her Pam rather than Mrs White and asking brazenly why his face had fallen when he saw her today in the hall, was it the way she was dressed this week? That caused his face to redden, and he stuttered that “it hadn`t had it” and that he was sorry! She poured the coffee, turning away to deal with the drinks and save his blushes, sitting down at the opposite chair and proffering biscuits.Pam güngören escort can be a bit persistent at times, so she smiled at the boy and said perhaps he had let his imagination run off with him having seen her in her Pj`s, was it too much reading the sex mag`s he delivered to the perve at no9. Again the spluttering denial, she then laughing at his blushes saying that once upon a time she too had a paper round and loved Mayfair as opposed to Playboy but that her favourite had been Fiesta. That apparently settled him a little, and he drank some coffee, probably to hide his interest in her well filled bra, something his eyes had only left for seconds during his whole visit, a point not unnoticed by Pam.They chatted about paper delivering, the distance involved, the punters and the shopkeeper`s, hers had been a groper who she found horrid but had had to put up with times being hard. His he said was a small red faced mild mannered little man who was well under his huge wife`s control, a typical beach postcard pair by his account. That broke any remaining tension and they laughed together at the thought.He explained that he and his mum found money short hence the paper round and odd jobs on Saturdays and summer evenings helped out a lot.Coffee drunk, no excuse to stay he thanked her sincerely, then left saying he would see her again the next week. She said she would look forward to it and saw him out.By now Jim, deep into his wife`s body, was fascinated by the whole tale.Realising that she went on; that he third week, the weather had improved a lot, he did his round just as the week before, returning to her house last, she observing him from behind the upstairs curtains, as he tidied himself and combed his hair before ringing the bell. This time she was ready for him, the only outsider she had spoken too all day. The bell went and she opened the door to him, this time dressed in a skirt and blouse, one of her favourite`s that especially showed her dark bra through the thin material, a specific treat for him as she had noted his attention to her chest the week before.She had offered coffee; as she expected he jumped at the offer, dumping his bag and coat in a trice, then following her to the kitchen where he sat himself at the kitchen table picking the best spot to watch her making the coffee. His eyes never once left her body.Coffee made she perched herself on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar they now did not use, (Jim hating high stools having insisted on a table and chairs, though she had never had the old bar removed it being a convenient location for the microwave and the mixer!) She had deliberately taken a high stool this time putting her heels on the high stretcher bar, knowing that would expose more of her naked legs to his eager gaze.They talked about the weather, her lack of visitors, hubbies work, and Carl`s school, not once did he gain eye contact, his gaze alternating from breast to leg whenever she moved even an inch, presumably hopeful of a sight of her body.She found herself hitching her skirt up just a little, not blatant, but just enough to excite the poor lad, she knew he would be putty in her hands though she had no intentions of doing anything with the lad as she was just enjoying teasing him noting that still his attention was on breast and leg, never once making real eye contact,.Half an hour passed in silly chat, latterly on subjects that he was obviously manufacturing to stretch the moment, she unable to understand his reluctance to leave, till suddenly the penny dropped that he had a stiffy, and was embarrassed, so to save his blushes yet again she slid from the stool and took their cups to the sink. That she could arouse a young lad without any physical contact she felt was a great compliment. He was instantly up as soon as her back was turned, thanking her and leading the way into the hallway hiding his obvious stiffy from her, the paper bag soon lifted from its place in her hallway up to his waist neatly hid his embarrassment and he again thanked her, promising to see her again the following week, and blowing her a cheeky kiss with his free hand before scampering away. By now her narrative had had its effect on Jim, deep, his wandering hands on her erect nipples, as they approached their climax, she saying “ that if that`s the effect on him by just telling of the little that had happened so far what would he be like if she took a lover for real!” That was enough and with a loud groan he filled her body with hot seed just by the thought of her going with another man.They lay together, in the afterglow, he asked if things had gone further, and she explained this was the sixth week of the lad visiting, and though they had progressed a little she had kept things in check till she had persuaded him to give her his blessing. At that he laughed, “Minx, you knew you would get your own way…Ok then but I want chapter and verse or film though I would prefer to watch.”It was her turn to laugh saying if he had no objections she wanted to employ the lad on Saturdays to do the gardens and odd jobs, would that satisfy him as he was off anyway with the k**s most Saturdays to his mums and it would enhance their Saturday nights. His nodded agreement was all she needed. She began again to tell of the next week. She dressed as before the skirt combination having being a winner the previous week, he arrived a little late and breathless, having been held up by the lady at no7 wanting an extra paper and he having to go back to fetch it for her.He dumped the bag and coat in the hall, as was usual now and sat waiting for his coffee getting his breath back. She noticed he was getting perhaps a little more familiar asking how her week had been, and calling her Pam rather than Mrs white without the stutter of the last few weeks. She served the coffee and went to sit at the table, but his face betrayed his disappointment so she casually turned and fetched some biscuit’s then sat at the higher breakfast stool it being obvious to her he liked the view. A smile flitted across his face as she slid the skirt up over her knees. His eyes swivelled to her skirt, attaching themselves like lasers to the gap between her knees. She stretched for another biscuit passing him the box, leaning forward to do so he could glimpse her cleavage, eyes bulged but she ignored them as she sat up and opened her knees, it was all done casually and he didn’t suspect she knew of his gaze in any way, he must have caught a quick glance of the thin pink panties, as his face turned a shade pinker and his breath came in gasps masked by the coffee cup which again she ignored though she could feel her own panties becoming wetter by the second.To break the tension they chatted about his mother; she had brought him up on her own, father having died of a heart attack when he was just eight. Life had been hard for them, though he brought in a few precious pounds now from the round.She commended him and asked if he had a girlfriend, to which he coloured up and said he had the Paper-round before and after school taking all his time. Being Pam she said “a good looking lad like him should be snapped up if he ever got the time,” to which he said “he preferred older ladies to the girls at school,” she smiled and asked if that included her and he reddened markedly as he mumbled that it did. Her next question “was that preferred or fancied?” Rather threw him, preferred meant he was experienced, and he knew if he got lucky she would soon know he was a virgin, but not wanting to appear without experience he just blushed and muttered “well, a little of both,” she smiled, and said nothing, she had got the picture.He was soon away home, and she explained that the next week she was at the dentist, just leaving him a note under the door knocker, so it was the sixth week before they again had coffee, this time he brought her a small box of chocolates, which he produced at the table saying it was for all the coffee she kept warming him up with, at the end of his round. She was touched knowing how he needed the money, but accepted it not wanting to upset the lad. Again she had sat on the stool, he at the table, eyeing her legs ever expectant of her revealing a glimp`s of her underclothing. Her knowing he was hopeful of her revealing herself as they drank their coffee she decided to push the questions; so she asked if he would mind being totally honest with her.” To that he said “he always was.” So she asked him outright had he ever been with a girl, or was he a virgin? Haltingly, fearing she was going to laugh at him he hesitated, so she quietly said that, was she not his friend, he had nothing to fear from her, so reluctantly and somewhat red-faced, he said he had groped the breast of one of the girls at school but she had not let him inside her clothes, but that was it. So she gently probed a little more, finding out he had a thing about his mum , though despite his repeated frustrated attempts had never caught her naked or even partly clothed in all his time with her,!She took his hands and gently kissed them saying she understood, then, saying that soon he would get his wish with a woman she was certain. She clasped his hands flat to her warm bust, then knowing she could not trust herself made the excuse that today he needed to go soon as Jim her husband was due, returning home early having been working locally she said.She told him again that she was sure things for him could only get better, then paid him and ushered him out this time ignoring the tent on the front of his jeans.That was yesterday night Jim and she now found themselves here in bed talking as she knew it was now or never and that is where we started this story.The pair Pam and Jim enjoyed the fantasy of young Carl between them, each evening after the k**s had been bedded down, one or other of them mentioned it, and it triggered some sort of sexual happening, they both knew that things had improved, perhaps the decision`s they had made were bearing fruit.Friday seemed to be a month away, but finally it dawned, it could not have been wetter. Between getting the k**s ready snatched conversation gave away their excitement, they had decided he was to be late collecting young Milly and Peter from mothers to give her more time, he would call from hers to say he was just leaving so that they were not embarrassed by his sudden appearance. It was all very clandestine and exciting, it was their personal secret. The k**s loaded into the car, Jim kissed her, perhaps just that bit more passionately than usually, and then drove away with not a backward glance.She was on her own in this barn of a house; she knew the hours were going to go, oh so slowly today. She cleaned the kitchen, then changed their bed, did some washing, transferring the clean stuff to the dryer, looking out at the wet garden and daydreaming at the coming afternoon. Dinner such as it was, crackers, cheese a tomato, and a pot of tea satisfied only the inner woman, it did little for her churning nerves.Her housework done she bathed, a long slow dip in her favourite perfumes, followed by a slow dry on her fluffiest towels and talc, dusted over her soft skin, she slid into her silkiest panties, silk stockings, and her garter belt. Next came her hair, sat at her dresser, soon this too was completed.She swung her soft breasts into her best matching bra, carefully setting her nipples with care to the perfect spot in the soft cups. Jim had said this first time was everyman`s best and clearest memory, so she was determined this lads first experience of a woman would be as perfect as she could possibly make it.They had taken a long time choosing a dress, Jim had been most insistent that he would be part of her shareing, by at least choosing this token escort güngören of his involvement.They had chosen her cream blouse with the matching skirt, which she slithered onto her hips with care, tucking in her lacy blouse and finishing the ensemble with tiny gold earrings. She glanced at the clock then took her place at the curtain awaiting his arrival. He was soon in sight, each doorway he approached increasing her anticipation, her lover too be glanced over at her house as he passed it, just two more houses and he`d be here. He returned slipping through the gate in the high wet hedge and up their garden path, running his comb through his wet hair, as he waited wetly for her reply to his ring.The sound of the bell sent butterflies buzzing round her stomach, as she made her way downstairs she told herself she was a grown woman, and to pull herself together, her hand reached for the latch, and she let him into her home.Dumping his bag he shucked off his jacket, he was like a drowned rat, she told him to slip his shoes off and come into the kitchen thinking it was not meant to be like this. “Take off your trousers” she told the cold boy “and I will dry them or you will catch your death,” turning her back to switch on the kettle. Dutifully he did as he was told slipping behind the table in his underpants hoping to hide his naked legs from her view.He emptied the pockets and she whisked them swiftly into the dryer, the kettle singing now she made coffee, he was beginning to dry out and take notice.She threw him a towel and he dried his hair, slipping his comb through the carrot coloured mop. His eyes focused on her at last, saying she looked fabulous, and asking if she had been going out.She laughed, “No Carl I wore it for you” he gulped eyes popping, “look she said have you a reason to rush off?” he said he didn’t, “his mum was at work till eight and the money from the papers he took in next day so no he was ok for a while” she said that was perfect, though she didn’t explain, passing him the biscuits and taking her usual place on her stool.His eyes focused on her legs as usual. The loose skirt adding to the mystique by trailing and obscuring his view, she smiled at him. He asked with some disbelief “did she really get dressed just for him?” She said that “she had, as he had said he had never had a girlfriend, she had decided to play the role for him!”His jaw dropped open, she said “she had told her husband about him and he had suggested that she offer him some odd jobs around the house, mowing and the garden that sort of thing, was he interested.” He said he was and she went on that “she wanted to be his friend and lover as well, did he mind that?” he was ecstatic about the prospect asking “would her husband not object, if he had a lady like her as a wife he wouldn’t want anyone else within 100 miles of her!” She smiled and explained her husband was happy for her to have a lover…“Lover!” he almost shouted, “You mean as in you and me?” his face registering shock, as he took in the full enormity of her revelation.She said “that`s only if you want to become my lover of course, I would not want to force you to do anything you didn’t wish to do.” She grinned and he began to stutter as he stood and approached her, forgotten was the way he was dressed, his lack of trousers, his coffee, the round, even his mother, nothing mattered they had all receded into the background everything but this fabulous woman who had just invited him to become her lover.She pushed away his grasping hands and his eager lips, telling him to calm down, though she knew there was little hope of that, “look” she said “there must be some rules,” he looked as though he had been slapped, but stepped back and waited, he would have agreed to anything she wished at that precise moment all his fantasies were here in one giant and beautiful delivery.He became aware of her voice saying “The first thing is it must be our secret, mine yours and my husband Jim, no one …and I mean no one… must ever find out about whatever we do, that must be a total promise, or not only will it be immediately over, you will find Jim will probably kill you, do you understand?”Not only did he understand; he was willing to swear no one would find out about anything from him on a stack of bibles.She explained that what happened here stayed here as outwardly he would be the odd job boy and would address her if anyone else was about as Mrs White. He nodded his agreement and she went on that, “of course that went for Mr White as well, Jim was being a real trusting husband to allow his wife to take up with a lover, especially one that he didn’t know and was so young!” She said that “Jim would probably like to join them from time to time if her lover didn’t mind.”He looked a little crestfallen at that, and said “you will probably be very shy but she thought he would be ok if he didn’t mind Jim would be so grateful…” She took his hand and led him through the house, taking him to the main bedroom their coffee long forgotten.In the master bedroom she drew the curtains, set the bedside lights to a soft glow, then they embraced his lips on hers in a rough and youthfully inexpert kiss, his arms wrapped around her like some amorous octopus, and she knew she needed to slow him down.She knelt before him, her hands caressing his stiff young cock through the fly of his ‘y’ fronts, he groaned, his hands running through her soft hair as she took his purple mushroom into her ready lips. Within a second he was spraying his seed, warm and sweet into her mouth, she relished the taste, swallowing the whole stream to his amazement, and her relish.He reddened, stuttering his apology for the speed and suddenness of his climax. She explained that that was good as next time he could take his time more”, saying “he was to remove his clothes, as she wanted to see his whole body, before she would let him explore her`s, he was naked in a trice, to which she grinned, amazed at his being so eager.His young prick stiff again by now, he faced her as if to ask what he was to do now. She asked what his best fantasy about women was, so with much embarrassment he haltingly began to say that he had just wanted to strip and enjoy a lady, his mum, her, any woman who would, he wanted to fondle her breasts, kiss her body, see what was different about women for real, not crappy magazines.She smiled took a stand at the bottom of her bed and said tonight she was his fantasy then; next time he would be hers was that fair?His silent nodding said “yes please!” noting she had said next time! She said she would stand stock still for him he was to do whatever he wanted; he could strip her, caress her, and explore her at his leisure they had a couple of hours so to fill his boots.His amazement under some control now, he began with the buttons of her blouse, shaking with excitement his fingers one at a time opened the thin cream cover to reveal the nipples proudly showing through the pale lacy cups, her breath heavy now as his hands slithered over the lace, caressing her, finding the now erect nipples, rubbing those soft teat’s through the silky materiel, marvelling at the rubbery nubs and the effects of his ministrations on this incredible woman that he still couldn’t believe was standing for him to explore.Her wrist buttons next then he slid the soft blouse to the ground, it lay like froth on the dark red carpet, his hands reaching round her body for the strap of her bra, he fumbled, ineffectively, it being so unusual to his touch.Disgruntled he walked behind her, like a tourist viewing a statue, again fumbling with the reluctant strap, this time with the benefit of seeing, the strap soon released its grasp. Slowly he released the clasp of the lace support through his fingers; in the wardrobe mirror he watched her breasts swing free, her face a mask of pure bliss, the bra soon joined the blouse another frothy heap on that carpet. Her head fell backwards onto his shoulder, her first move since he started the strip, her perfumed body wafting its lovely odour to his nose; it was a smell he would never forget. His hands wandered over her soft breasts those smooth mounds that so long had been in his dreams. He knew he would never forget one tiny item from this day of days.Like a small c***d in a sweetshop, his heart fluttering, spoilt for choice as to wether to stay playing with those wonderful teats or should he risk everything and go for broke.Decision made his hands fell to her waist band; where he soon found the clip and the zip that held that fabulous fine cream skirt, her hands hung impassively to her sides but her breathing told him of her excitement too. The skirt fell to lay round her ankles his eyes bulging at the image on the wardrobe of this wonderful woman in his arms her lovely body clad now just in stockings, sheer and fine covering her shapely legs, supported by six silky straps from her garter belt and covered by her miniscule silk knickers.He could hardly believe his luck, his hands running over her belly, her breasts, and now slipping into those pretty panties, fingers running through her silken hairs, finding the lips of her sex, gently, oh so gently probing. He found her slot swollen her very wet and tender. Her body shuddering as he with those inquisitive fingers slithered about in her wetness to find his first ever clitorise. It was blowing his mind and perhaps hers.He was a boy still his stiff penis stabbing at the back of her legs just below where her uncle Fred had had that orgasm that had begun all this last holiday, as they moved back unable to keep supporting her now orgasming body. Their Legs now becoming like jelly, they collapsed back onto the soft divan bed her landing on top of him, rolling to the left as they landed. Another bolt of his seed spraying onto her thighs, they lay together, neither capable of more for a short period, basking in their orgasm`s.She was first to return to the real world, lifting her hips rolling the remaining clothing from her body in one clump, throwing the bundle towards the remaining froth of clothes on the carpet.He watched her lay back, totally naked now her lower legs trailing over the bed end, her fantastic flawless body open to both his gaze and his caress. He did not try and resist in any way, his eager mouth finding her nipples, his tongue playing with the rubbery areolas, gently his teeth nibbling at the alternate nubs, now stiffening again as he teased them in turn. Her moans loud now as he played with these till now forbidden fruits.He kissed her belly, slowly slipping down her body till his tongue felt the rough but silky hairs of her sex. Her wetness smelt intoxicating, its taste salty on his unsophisticated lips, his face wet now as he searched with his ready tongue for the button of her sex , desperately trying to remember the most receptive parts just as the magazines for no9 had shown, her groans rapid now as she neared the next climax she so desperately needed.With a shriek she began to flood her young lover`s mouth, her legs now wrapped round his head in a vice like grip, her heels uncontrollably beating a tattoo on his back, she was beyond all reason, seldom had she felt so fulfilled and she suddenly collapsed flat and limp onto the bed, her lust utterly sated.He however was gasping for air, her antics having smothered him in her wet and silky sex, he lay collapsed beside her, the product of his near virgin balls spreading wetly onto her bed cover, and his third spend in just an hour. He was worried at her collapse, never having seen an orgasm before.She reassured him laughing lightly at his worried frown, together in relief they laughed together, he kissed her and it was all so surreal. Come and see me again tomorrow she laughed I am too old to do more tonight güngören escort bayan and Jim will be home soon with the k**dies. He kissed her again not wishing to upset the gift horse, or the golden goose, slowly leaving her warm body he stood still stunned. Reluctantly he dressed, she too this time in her dressing gown, to accompany him to collect his now hot dry trousers, he wriggled into them, put on his jacket and kissed her tenderly. He thanked her, still in a state of shock then taking his bag slipped from her door. It had stopped raining, but he did not notice latching the gate automatically as he dazedly set off for his home! She sat at the kitchen table shaking her head, summing up the whole episode with a single word; …WOW!Jim called and said he was on his way home. She mumbled “ok all clear” put down the phone and went on to start on tea while she awaited the families’ arrival.She slid into a spare pair of knickers from the wash pile, wrapped the dressing gown a little tighter and awaited the ping of the microwave. A simple meal tonight, k**s first. She would have had a cup of tea as a restorative but she was saving the lads taste for her man. She knew the Bedspread was marked and there was seed on her thighs as well, but she knew the effect that would have on her husband, so she would save them all for him.The two c***dren came bouncing in as k**s do, they were told to wash their hands which they toddled away to do in the bathroom, Jim however simple walked to his wife, kissed her then looked at her quizzically, she nodded “yes the taste is his” Jims trousers began to tent as the k**s rushed back to the table, but he still kissed her once again savouring the taste on her tongue before slipping behind the table to hide the evidence.Tea was soon over, no questions had been asked, but she knew he was eager to hear what had happened. The c***dren pottered off to watch the box, she stood rolled back the dressing gown and pointed to the discoloured dry mark on her thigh without a word, Jim leant to her and put first his finger then his tongue to the mark, he needed no telling as to its source. He looked up at her his finger trailing over her sex, she shook her head and said she had saved that till tomorrow, they both knew the c***dren were off to the zoo with their grandparents, a treat for young Peter`s birthday.Jims smile said much, she had worried perhaps it had just been a fantasy and that her randy husband in the hold of a fantasy may have perhaps had second thoughts, hence her not having gone further with Carl, now though, she knew they were both equally committed to enjoy this adventure.Like a lot of parents sex takes a back seat with c***dren to appease, thus by the k**s going to bed-time the two parents were frustrated to say the least, he eager to hear the details, and her to reap the benefits. In a short while she checked on them. Peter sprawled on his back across the bed, not disturbing as she tucked him in and Milly only her eyes visible above the clothes well in the land of nod. She tiptoed away to their own room, Jim joining her, the soft light of the lamp adding to the warm glow of the room.They kissed again her discarded clothes still as she had left them, the now dried stain showing out on the candlewick bedcover to his joy, he said “tell me”She told the tail as he undressed, his 7” prick standing stiffly to attention, she described the lad stripping her body as she stood for him, and how he had struggled with her bra, the three times he had come in just an hour and how she had asked him to visit tomorrow to start odd jobs for her, though she had promised to let him go all the way as well.It was all too much for Jim, he threw himself onto her body the knickers long discarded, her body warm, her sex running wet as a waterfall, he easily slid into her body urgently thrusting, they knew this would take no time at all, both being so high on the sexual plateau, they were not wrong, her climax beating his by only a couple of hard thrusts.The night that followed was one of gentle love, sex, sleep and chat in short bouts of each, dawn came as a surprise, the sun breaking bright on the curtained window. Excited k**dies, bouncing on the bed, chanting they were off to the zoo today, and get up mum and do the Picnic. It took an hour, to get them set, grandparents arriving to collect the excited pair, saying they would be back tomorrow, the c***dren staying overnight.The house quiet now they sat at the kitchen table, both in dressing gowns, drinking coffee and taking toast, when the bell rang, it was of course Carl, she let him in and introduced him to Jim, nervous and red of face, he faced the husband of this wonderful woman, he addressed Jim as “Sir”A small smile flickering across his face as he quickly shook his hand saying “Carl! It`s Jim or if people are near its Mr white, and Don`t worry I don’t bite.”Coffee was produced by Pam and toast offered and refused, together they sat at the table while Jim gave young Carl instructions about the garden, the hedges, sweeping paths, how much he would pay a week and when the job was to be done by leaving it up to the lad as to which days as long as it was completed by Friday each week. That was all greeted by nods from the lad, but the next sentence had his attention big time.“I don’t always get time to satisfy my wife, Pam, if she wants you to help her out then please do. I understand you started yesterday, well done and from time to time we should work together at that, as long as you are both happy and no one else gets to hear!”That lad’s face was a picture of joy; all his dreams had arrived at once.“Any worries about any part of the jobs I`ve given you?” The lad seemed a bit nonplussed, then seemed to find his voice, saying he did have one worry, what if Pam became pregnant?”Jim found that rather touching, the lad had been given the use of his wife and had been bright enough to think of her first, “Don`t worry about that it can`t happen to Pam now, and I thank you for the thought.”“The only rules are that nothing happens in front of the c***dren or anyone else and you must not mark her body unless I tell you too, you do understand that?”Carl replied that “he had been told that and would never mark her lovely body intentionally anyway.” Pam, who had sat quietly watching her two men become friends, discussing her as if she was not present, a commodity, a slave perhaps, a broad smile on her face told that she was not averse to that thought,.Jim turned to her “he looks as though he needs some practise, take this lad and make him a real man,” She rose bowed her head in mock subservience and in a mocking voice replied “yes master,” smiled and lead the amazed lad to the big bedroom once again, Jim voice calling to her “and call me for round two.”The very second the bedroom door closed his lips were on hers, mashing against her lips hard and reminding her she needed to teach him to kiss gently. She told him, “I hope you’re going to make love at least a little more subtly,” before returning his kiss softly and with her tongue running over his. His trousers tented against her, as she slid his top up and off, his fumbling hands dropping his trousers and underclothes in one. She laughed as he slid her clothes to the floor, in a blur of hands, the final item her thin knickers he lovingly d****d on the bottom bedpost. There was no hesitation or shyness from him with her now, caressing her breasts he kissed her nipples as the eased down onto the soft bedspread. She held him to her asking if he was ready to become a man. It was a silly question; his nodding confirmed his eagerness so she lay back making herself comfy and opening her legs, her wetness lay ready for him as she guided his red hot and rigid tool into her wet and receptive chamber. He for a second relishing the feeling, the soft embrace the loving the grasp of his body by hers, then as if someone had pressed a button he sprang to life, thrusting and retreating, thrusting and retreating hard, fast and regular ramming at her in a way she both loved and found painful, knocking the wind out of her, exciting her beyond even how Jim in his younger days had managed.Urgently eagerly his hips like a steam engines piston hammering at her shaking almost loosening her teeth, wobbling her ample tits like jellies on a plate, she knew she was almost there, but this was about him, his first, so she bit her lip hoping he would achieve his first orgasm soon. With a strangled cry he suddenly stopped, hips grinding at her pudenda, she felt his seed spewing hot into her very womb, she cried out as her own wave crashed onto her beach, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, un-noticed her nails digging into young flesh, her whole body tense, arched up to meet his. He had done the deed, together they had scaled the mountain, he lay collapsed along her body his young tool shrinking, his face beside hers his breath hot on her ear. They hugged and just lay, that moment of satisfaction we all know. She had forgotten his youthfulness, the tool rapidly re stiffened, amazed at his resilience she found he was moving again, his hips again taking up the challenge; she resigned herself to his eagerness. Without a hesitation he again began the thrusting of before, perhaps a little less urgent but she was oh so near another climax, she whispered encouragement, “go on, yesss, oh yesss” it was all fantastic, again she climaxed, with a long tremulous yesssss but the young stallion just banged on as if nothing had occurred. He was in his own world, again the orgasmic flood drowned her in its waves, she was conscious of his thrusts still unchanging, then finally together the wave broke, and again the hot splash deep in her guts, the ringing in the ears, the fantastic feelings, his stillness and the mutual collapse. This time she rolled him off of her body, she knew there was no way she could have another climax in the next few moments and she could not be sure he would stop otherwise. They lay returning to reality when he said “thank you” and then asked if he had “done it right” she smiled kissed him and assured him that “he had and that it was her should be thanking him!” They lay together entwined in each other`s arms, dozing and just enjoying the moment, when Jim appeared. Laughing he asked “if they were ok?” she assured him they were and that Carl had been perfect, she then invited him to clean her full pussy, saying she had saved some for him.He, much to Carl’s surprise began to sup at the flesh fountain, as she lay back, raising her hips the better for his tongues penetration. Jim his lower face wet with her and carls juice looked up at the lad, asking if he wanted any, the lad shook his head, but latched on to Pam`s left breast his teeth holding the nipple his tongue lapping at the areola, as he leant forward she took hold of his tool, gripping it tightly and playing with its rigid length as Jim returned to his feast. It was soon inevitable sperm splashing on her wrist as she gripped harder in the throes as she came yet again, Jim groaning with frustration as the lad spurted on his wife, a little jealous of the lad, his own tool untouched as yet.He swung himself round and she took the stiff prick into her mouth, it took just a few short strokes of her tongue to fill her mouth with his seed, before she turned to Carl and kissed him, the seed flavouring the boys mouth, his face reflecting his expected revulsion, but finding the flavour more to his taste than he expected.They lay sated for a while, Jim asked Carl what he thought of both his first fuck , to which he replied “awesome” and of his seed, the reply of “not sure yet “spurred Jim on to suggest perhaps next time he should be the one sucking cock, that if Carl was happy about enjoying Pam perhaps he could enjoy Jim as well there was no rush and he needn`t do what he did not want too, but to keep an open mind then, life being full of twists and turns, never to say never.Perhaps it was time for the chores anyway, and that hedge beckoned.

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