Having My Cake

Suddenly I knew I wanted to come - had to come with this handsome man's fingers inside me in the back of this random cab as we rushed through the now familiar streets. I ground myself onto him as he brought his thumb to my clit, expertly rotating around it and forcing short, sharp gasps and making me glance at the driver again, still seemingly unaware.

The cab bounced over a series of pot-holes, sending delicious bolts of electricity through me and a cry that he must have heard, but at that moment I knew I would come. I pressed a hand over Ben's, through the dress, increasing the pressure on my clit and parted my thighs further.

Encouraged, he sent his pinkie searching lower – and finding – my most private of places. Already wet from my pussy its tip circled, then delved into me a fraction of an inch.

And I felt my orgasm starting to build, now sliding my bottom back and forth on the leather seat, forcing his two – now three! – fingers ever deeper and harder into me. I grabbed at his thigh, wanting to return the pleasure he was giving me, quickly finding his crotch and firmly squeezing the solid, very evident presence of his cock. He was hard as steel under the fine wool of his suit.

A huge orgasm overwhelmed me and as my body began to shake uncontrollably I glimpsed the church not five hundred yards from my house. As the first pulse tore through my womb we passed our friends Tom and Sarah's place... then a second wave of exquisite pleasure as the end of my road came into view then passed us by.

We were some distance away when I managed to gather myself enough to hiss "Stop... stop!"

Ben pulled his hand away and out from my dress, mistaking my thoughts and looking disappointed.

"No... no..." I breathed, my voice hoarse and ragged. "We've passed my house... I have to get out... I... I... oh Jesus..."

3

I grabbed my bag and spilled out of the cab, legs shaking, still breathing hard, still drunk enough to stagger and then fall sideways onto the grass verge. I looked up – I was right outside another friend's house and as the cab rattled off I looked nervously to see if anyone might be staring out a window.

Finding myself unobserved I began to get up, brushing newly mown grass off my dress and cursing my stupidity under my breath. Then I jumped as a strong hand took my arm and lifted me to my feet.

Ben had not disappeared with the cab as I had assumed but was stood smiling into my red face.

"You OK?"

"Yes... I'm fine. Why did you get out?" I sounded irritable, rather than simply flustered and wonderfully post-orgasmic as I actually was.

"Well, you're probably in need of a walk to your house... couldn't leave you like that could I?"

We stood there in silence for what seemed ages, both a little embarrassed to say the least. Then he spoke, softly and gently.

"That was... well... it was kind of lovely actually... thank you."

I looked at him and could tell he meant it.

"Yes. I... I mean yes, it was... unexpected maybe, unadvisable definitely. But yes... wow in fact."

I met his eyes and he moved forward, taking my arm and leading me off towards my road several hundred yards back. The night was quiet as we walked, no cars, no late-night dog walkers, no one.

"So... you married, yes?"

It was the first personal question we exchanged.

"Yes. You?"

"Yeah. Unhappily so, but married."

"Well... sorry for that. But we're very happy thanks... although you might think different given... well, given what just happened."

Ben was silent for a few seconds, then stopped and turned to me.

"Look, I don't want you to think I'm y'know, some sort of perv or... gigolo. Nothing like that ever happened before... it was just... it just happened, OK?"

I nodded. "Same for me."

He smiled, apparently pleased. "And I'm glad it did. It was... it was... great..."

We continued along the rough path, both slightly embarrassed but both – it seemed – waiting for some conclusion.

"This is it – my road." I said, looking up to where our house sat, just around a bend. It was a cul-de-sac with only us and two other homes, all out of sight of the main road and poorly lit.

"OK, so... you'll be OK from here then..."

"Yes... fine."

I didn't move though. I stood there, staring at Ben, thinking of Tony waiting for me. It had happened – but what would I tell him? That I'd got drunk and let a young man frig me to one of the best orgasms in the back of a cab? And was that all there would be to tell I wondered...?

It didn't take long to find out. He stepped forward and held me to him, his tongue back in my mouth, his hands on my bottom and hips pressing into mine. I felt his hardness pushing through my dress and straight onto my pussy and I pushed back, panting once again. He whispered hoarsely through the kiss.

"Christ I want you. I really fucking want you, right now!"

He took one of my hands, thrusting it between us and wrapping my fingers round the swelling bulge of his cock.

"Touch me... please... you have to..."

Within seconds I'd undone his fly and delved inside to find the hot flesh uncoiling there and suddenly springing out into the night air. It was every bit as thick and inviting as Tony's and I all but fell to my knees to taste him but car headlights were approaching along the main road.

"Not here for God's sake... come on... quickly!"

We scurried up the lane on which I lived, Ben huddled over with his cock still standing out pale in the dim streetlight. Just before the bend was an old brick-built barn, now locked and abandoned.

I led him down the tiny path at its side out of sight of the lane. Anyone walking past would have seen us clear enough but not from a car – and our neighbours were all early sleepers and most likely already snoring.

We kissed, frantically and hungrily as I leaned back against the ancient bricks, his cock in my hands as I began to tug firmly on him, wanting his come on my fingers, wanting to return the favour he had given me. He was thrusting into my hand, breathing hard as he spoke.

"Oh what a lady you are... that's good... Jesus... been too long... need to come so bad!"

To this day I get wet just thinking about what happened next. I don't know where my wantonness surfaced from or why I suddenly became so reckless, but I pushed him back, hitched up the billowing skirt and turned to the wall, bending and presenting my broad, begirdled bottom to him.

"Now... fuck me... please fuck me now... and quickly!"

He held the bunch of material onto my back as I spread my arms wide for support against the wall. Then he paused, no doubt taking in the sight of this married, middle-aged woman presenting herself in full stockinged splendour, her gushing pussy barely covered by a now totally transparent scrap of nylon, inviting him to take her fast and hard.

There was no thought of being caught, no thought of condoms, of STDs, of anything at all other than the need to be penetrated and filled with his come, just as fast as he wanted to... It was what I wanted, right there in the moment, as much as I'd ever wanted anything.

I felt his fingers at my pussy, retrieving the strip of thong from my soaking, blooming fanny and pulling it aside. I heard one quiet 'oh my god...' before his cock was between my lips and he was in me all the way in a single, glorious, filthy thrust.

Arching my back and pushing my bottom out to him I was babbling now.

"Yes, fuck me... fuck me! That's it – deep, deeper! Fuck me like you want to... Jesus fucking Christ I want it all... all your cock, all your come... fucking fill me with it!"

The poor guy. He was sawing that nice cock in and out of me like his life depended on it as I met each thrust. And within a minute his grunting told me he'd reached the point of no return. His cock somehow became even harder, almost painful as he pushed home and released a first jet of come that I could feel painting my insides.

I wondered momentarily what Tony would make of it when I got in and told him the messy, gory details of this few, sordid seconds. And then, before he had the chance to spurt again, I knew I wanted him in my mouth.

I slid off his cock and spun round, dropping to my knees and taking most of him in one go to suck another three, four heavy jets into my throat, swallowing greedily. He tasted amazing... sweet, slick... different!

Sated, I eased myself to the rough ground, feeling the gravel against my bare bottom, staring up at his shining, oozing cock and astonished expression. I smiled at him with cum-coated lips as he forced that wonderful cock back into his pants and whispered.

"That was lovely... Ben. You must go now. Please – it's OK. Just go. And thank you... it was lovely..."

He smiled back, nodded, reached down and stroked my cheek once. And was gone.

I waited a couple of minutes and stood up, arranging the sodden thong over my dripping pussy as best I could before straightening my dress and brushing off the dirt. I began to walk slowly towards the house, a stray dribble finding its way down my leg, noting that the downstairs lights were on.

Tony was going to have his fun now...

I was genuinely excited at the thought of spinning out each and every detail of the past hour... of telling him how I'd come to fuck and suck a complete unknown just yards away... of him feeling – maybe even tasting – the copious evidence on my pussy... on my lips!

I let myself in the front door and glanced into the hall mirror. My hair was a mess and I fixed it quickly but otherwise I looked fairly normal. Tony was in the kitchen taking the last beer out of the fridge.

"Hi. Good evening?"

"Yes. It was actually. Amazing..."

"Good. Not too boring then?"

"Quite the opposite as it turned out..."

"Excellent!"

He walked past me into the sitting room and picked up the TV remote.

"I was just going to watch a movie – western. Starts in five minutes. By the way Mand... I got to thinking this evening... Remember that night I was on about you... y'know, about it being OK you screwing around and all that?"

"Mmm hmmm..."

"Well you do realise it was just... well, just talk, yeah? Just a bit of fantasising. It's been bugging me ever since that you might think I honestly wanted that."

I stared at him, every shred of excitement suddenly gone.

"I mean, you know how much I love you... how much we have to lose. I think it would actually kill me... the thought of you really being with someone else. Just wanted you to know – and to say sorry. OK?"

He came right over to me and kissed me on the lips. If he ever noticed a difference in the way I tasted, he's never said. As for me... well it's never happened again and most likely won't, so if it's OK with you, let's keep it between ourselves shall we?