Penny's Promiscuity Ch. 03: Adultery

For an instant the horrible thought of how I must look in black tights and over-large, unsexy panties flashed through my mind but it was too late to do anything about it. I felt Tony's warm, strong hands slipping inside the elastic at my back and cupping my bare buttocks, skin on skin, his fingers running up and down the cleft between my cheeks.

Again the warning siren in my brain rang out; there was still time to extricate myself, though now it would be much harder but the passion surging from my body simply overwhelmed any doubts that tried to surface. Instinctively parting my legs the merest fraction I felt Tony's fingers dive deep between my cheeks, sliding under my bottom until their tips found the base of my slit.

"Mmmm!"

I tensed as my outer lips were clumsily parted and a long finger slid awkwardly along my slit, the first man other than my husband to touch my bare vulva in over twenty years. I shivered in excitement and arousal as he tentatively explored my rapidly dampening sex, sucking on his tongue as if trying to draw him into me at both ends at once.

A split second later the finger was withdrawn and I felt my tights and panties being slid confidently down, over my buttocks until their elastic rested in the cleft at the top on my thighs. Then a large, strong hand began to stroke my tummy before descending towards my pubic hair – which I suddenly and ridiculously wished I had trimmed. For a moment I felt fingertips toying with the tight curls between my thighs, then parting my lips again and diving into my body from the front, much, much deeper this time.

I gasped as his strong hand forced its way between my easily-parted legs and whimpered into his neck as he began to expertly finger me, first in long smooth strokes the length of my slit, then taking care to locate and toy with the most sensitive parts of my almost painfully aroused body. From its lowest edge, around and between my hot inner lips, his finger probed, explored and teased on its inexorable journey upwards towards the hard nub that swelled and throbbed awaiting his touch.

An instant later, my knees shook uncontrollably as Tony's probing fingers found their mark, stroking the sensitive underside of my swelling clitoris in short, rapid movements. Even in my teens, I had never been fingered as expertly as this and before I realised what was happening, my was shaking as a small but totally unexpected orgasm rippled through me, right there in my own hallway.

"Tony... Tony..." I mumbled, massively aroused but absurdly embarrassed.

"Come..." he whispered.

His hand was removed from my vulva he led me through to the lounge as if I was the visitor. I tottered forward, the panties and tights around my knees forcing me to take tiny steps but his arm was strong and I held him tightly. The room was warm and clean and the light was low as he guided me to the large deep rug in front of the fireplace that was one of Pete and my favourite cuddling places.

He turned my body into his and we kissed again, gently and delicately then to my surprise he moved behind me, drawing my back against his chest. I looked up to see our reflections in the large rectangular mirror above the mantelpiece. Tony's long arms encircled my upper body as he showered my neck with tiny kisses, nibbling my skin delicately with his front teeth. I sighed, as his hands dropped to my waist then one by one began to unfasten the buttons on the front of my shirt. With each 'pop' of the buttons, a little more of my bare tummy was visible in the mirror until my shirt hung fully open revealing the flesh beneath.

I felt the touch of his fingers on the sensitive skin of my tummy then saw them rise to my small, off-white bra. For a moment I cursed myself for wearing such an old, unattractive garment but then the thought vanished as his warm hands cupped my tiny boobs, kneading them through the thin fabric.

I moaned, unable to recall when I had last been touched like this or had felt like this. It was as if I was a teenager again, back behind the village hall after the disco, exploring and being explored. It was so exciting!

A moment later the analogy grew stronger as Tony dexterously flipped my bra upwards, exposing my boobs to his touch. The straps felt tight under my armpits but the sensation was amazing, stripping off the years as his fingers began to toy first with my small globes then at last to my nipples which grew even harder as he gently rolled then tweaked them between his fingertips.

I could hear myself breathing, low and deep as I watched myself in the mirror being exposed then caressed. Something within me told me that this was very wrong; that I should stop it now before it became even more serious. But something deeper within me told me that this was what I had wanted and needed for a very long time.

I felt my right breast being released and the soft light touch of his fingers walking downwards over my tummy.

I felt his fingertips toying with my pubic hair, tangling tantalisingly in my tight curls then the long, slim finger returned to my slit.

"Ohhhhh Tony!" I sighed.

"Just relax," he whispered in my ear as I watched and felt his hand slide deep between my thighs.

The image in the mirror wasn't me; it was another woman being seduced, being fondled, being fingered. It wasn't Penny the scientist, Penny the wife and mother with another man's hand between her legs, his long finger parting her inner lips as she watched and delving deep into her most private places.

I felt his large palm against my pubic mound, his fingers wrapping downwards into my slit. I instinctively spread my legs wider and was immediately rewarded by the thrust of his long middle finger into my body. A moment later there was a small stab of pain followed by a wonderful feeling of being stretched as a second and then a third finger was thrust into my loose vagina.

I felt faint. With three fingers inside my body, even I felt tight and stretched again. The memory of the dark fumbling behind the village hall came back with a vengeance as Tony's fingers were thrust deep into me, curling upwards towards the place I hoped my g-spot would be.

The next thing I knew, my knees had buckled as a totally unexpected wave of orgasm shuddered its way through my body. I leaned heavily back against Tony's chest, my weight pressing heavily on the large strong hand firmly secured between my thighs.

"I've got you," he whispered as his left arm encircled my waist. "It's alright. You can't fall; just cum if you need to cum!"

There was reassurance and protection in his low, seductive voice and I surrendered to this amazing man. A moment later I felt myself being lowered unresisting to the thick, soft rug on which Pete and I had cuddled so often.

But this time it wasn't my husband's fingers on my body; it was another, more expert hand that was touching my sensitive flesh, pulling my tights and panties irresistibly down to my knees then returning to my vulva once again.

My arms rose around Tony's neck and I pulled his face onto mine, our lips colliding almost violently. My mouth was open and his tongue probed deeply within as the wonderful, pleasure-giving fingers were drawn the length of my weeping slit. I gasped into his mouth then gulped as they were suddenly thrust hard into my vagina once again.

It hurt! I squealed then felt the stretch in my inner lips once more and the pain no longer mattered.

The next moment, I felt the muscles of his arms bunch and the fingers were thrust hard into me, this time being twisted back and forth, his palm against my engorged lips, his expert thumb pressing firmly against my clitoris.

"Owwwwww yyyeeeesssss!"

My second climax, much stronger than the first racked my body. Tony, Tony, Tony... the name span round and round in my head as I came on his hand, the room filled with the wet slapping sound of his palm against my weeping vulva.

"Cum for me Penny!" he croaked in my ear. "Just let yourself go! Cum all you can!"

For a moment I was beyond rational thought, let alone speech but when the trembling slowed I heard my own voice pleading, almost begging.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God, please fuck me now!"

I felt the fingers slip out of my vagina and there was frantic fumbling alongside me. I stared vacantly at the ceiling, trying to get my mind around what had just happened and prepare myself for what I so badly hoped would happen next. There was awkward clumsy shuffling then a tall shape loomed over me.

Tony was kneeling upright alongside, his trousers and pants around his ankles, his shirt front partly concealing the erection that sprouted boldly from between his thighs. In a daze, I reached across and parted the short tails, revealing his cock in all its glory.

I touched it; apart from my husband's it was the first naked erect cock I had touched since our wedding. Tony gasped as my fingers stroked its round, smooth end and it jumped upwards comically. I took it in my hand and squeezed it. It was firm, warm and smooth and quite unlike the cock I had imagined so often in Pete and my fantasies, though at that moment it was simply perfect! So different from my husband's long, slim erection - the erection that for over twenty years had been all I had known.

It was much shorter but much, much thicker. If I'm truly honest, it was really quite an ugly, stumpy, thick appendage shaped more like a can of Coke than a sausage but by now I was beyond caring about such trivial things. As I lay back on the thick soft rug, my skirt around my ankles, my tights and horrible panties bunched around my knees, all I wanted was to feel that thing inside me.

"Are you sure?" he asked, though his body barely paused as he knelt between my spread thighs, the trousers and shorts around his ankles tripping him as he mounted me.

I nodded as if incapable of speech then felt the heat of his body looming over mine, his breath on my face, his shirt falling onto my bared boobs, both of us ridiculously still half dressed. I spread my legs as far as my bunched tights and panties would allow.

"Nnngh!" I winced as something large and firm stabbed clumsily first against my anus, then hard against my clitoris. "Ouch!"

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly. "All these clothes are getting in the way.

Tony knelt back then with a single movement swept my tights and panties down the lower half of my unresisting legs, down to my shoes then away leaving me completely naked from my waist down, totally exposed and completely accessible.

Freed from my bonds, I instinctively spread my legs for the man I now prayed would fuck me and fuck me quickly. Again he leaned over me and I felt his erection brush against my inner thigh.

Some little voice deep within me still whispered that this was wrong, that I could still stop - that this really was my last chance remain faithful to my husband - but the much loude, voice bellowing from my lust-driven body drowned out any remaining chance I had of salvation.

Instinctively, I reached down to guide his cock into my eager, waiting body. I gasped aloud as my fingers closed around his shaft; it simply filled my hand – short but so, so thick.

I couldn't remember what I had imagined Tony's cock would be like in my fantasies but I knew it wasn't like this. A strange feeling of fear mixed with incredible arousal washed through me as I directed his swollen head towards my inner lips. Already stretched by his fingers, they parted easily and I felt his smooth rounded tip beginning to force itself into me.

At the last second the tiny voice within me screamed 'Stop!' but by then it was far too late. Tony's body tensed above me, the muscles of his strong thighs contracted and his short, stumpy erection was thrust slowly but irresistibly forwards.

For the first time in over twenty years, a new and unfamiliar cock began to penetrate my body.

Oh my God! Oh my Goddd!

Despite all that has happened since, the memory of that first illicit penetration will remain in my mind forever; the spreading of my legs obscenely wide, the parting of my inner lips, the smooth roundness of his head pressing into me, stretching my opening... wider... wider...

Oh my dear God! How thick was he? How much more must I stretch? And still he wasn't finished!

The new, unfamiliar shaft was simply incredible, forcing its way into my body, irresistible, stretching me until I was tighter than I had been since our daughter was born; tighter than I had dreamed would ever be possible again.

After so many monogamous years I felt tight again – young again even. I could feel every ridge on his shaft as it smoothly, slowly but forcefully penetrated my unresisting body, rasping through my wire-tight entrance. I could feel Tony's hot chest with its distinctive, masculine smell and overpoweringly arousing smell towering over me, dominating me as my fantasies were finally fulfilled and his body penetrated mine, deeper and deeper.

I felt dizzy, light-headed, my legs automatically opening wider and wider as if to free his way into me, that incredible thick cock stretching me tighter and tighter, penetrating deeper and deeper until, to my disbelief, it became thicker still nearer to its base.

It was hurting me so badly but so wonderfully.

And then finally I felt the full weight of Tony's body on mine as his pubic hair ground hard against my mound and there was finally no more cock to force into me. He paused, buried his full length inside my body and for what seemed an age we stared into each other's eyes as if coming to terms with the enormity of what had just happened.

A man - a real man not one of my husband's fantasies - had forced his erect cock deep into my vagina and I had let it happen. Over twenty years of fidelity had slipped easily away like a second skin leaving me naked, exposed physically, emotionally and morally.

And I had wanted it badly and had wanted it for a long time.

Then before my mind could adjust to my new status as a fallen woman, my first ever lover began to fuck me!

Starting in almost nervous, tentative slow thrusts, Tony slowly drew himself back until only his smooth, oh-so-thick head was still inside me, stretching my entrance. The new sensation was exciting; amazing with just a tiny hint of discomfort as my body adjusted to the unaccustomed size of the invading phallus. Then he thrust himself forwards sharply. I gasped in pleasured surprise as he forced his erection into me, my tightly stretched inner lips again feeling every ridge and undulation on his shaft, something I hadn't felt with Peter since our youngest was born.

God! It felt good!

Tony pulled back again and for a moment I found myself wishing he was longer so the amazing sensations would last and last. Then he thrust himself into me again, this time with much more force.

"Oh my fucking God!"

I heard my own voice gasping aloud as his hips slapped noisily against my inner thighs and his pubic hair rasped again against my mound.

"Did I hurt you?" his voice sounded anxious.

"Christ no!" I hissed.

Again he pulled back and thrust hard into me. Again I gasped aloud. Again he thrust into me. And then, as if twenty years of pent-up of frustration and passion was let loose in a single moment, Tony began to fuck me like a man possessed.

Oh my God! Did that man fuck me! Harder and harder, faster and faster, the girth of his cock stretching me terribly and wonderfully at the same time until within the first minute I felt my first climax building.

Jesus! I had never reached orgasm that quickly before! Almost before my brain could register the powerful signals my body was sending, I felt the wonderful wave of climax wash over me.

"NnnnnnnnGgggHHHHH" I heard myself half moaning, half grunting.

"Are you ok?" Tony's voice sounded anxious but he didn't slow his thrusting. I simply nodded, my eyes staring into his.

"Dontstopdontstopdontstop!" I hissed.

Tony he smiled and redoubled his efforts. Moments later a second wave hit me, then a third, each slightly stronger, slightly longer lasting than the last.

How could this be happening to me? Me! Penny; a fifty-one year old mother whose vagina had been loosened so badly in childbirth, had just reached my third climax within three minutes of penetration!

"Ooooooohhhhhhh"

My voice soared with the pleasure, now as great as any climax my husband had given me in many, many years.

"OhhmmmyyyGoddd!"

But there was more to come; Tony adjusted his angle, lifting his body higher and making his cock grind more firmly against my clitoris.

"Oh my fucking Goddddddd!"

My body shook as his cock found its mark, grinding across my engorged and sensitive nub. Above my moaning, the room filled with the loud, almost obscene sounds of his body slamming into mine as his lust drove him onwards.

Pinned helplessly underneath his tall, strong body, escape from the onslaught would have been impossible but in truth was the last thing on my mind. As much as he wanted me, I wanted him, begging my body to open for him, to take as much of him into me as I could, and yet to stay tight around the shaft that was bringing me so many wonderful sensations.

A fourth climax hit me, stronger than any I had ever experienced in my life, then a fifth, so powerful it hurt me, choking off the breath in my throat and silencing my climactic wailing.

Tony's eyes were glazed with lust as he fucked me harder and harder. Beneath him and quite beyond distinguishing pleasure from pain, my fuddled brain span. I could feel my abused vagina screamed loudly at me, its inner lips stretched tightly around the shaft that penetrated it deeply and repeatedly. I could feel the pleasure still building within me, already beyond any previous orgasm yet I could tell that another, even more overwhelming climax was still there to be had, still building slowly within me, new, exciting, incredible, making me feel... the words wouldn't come into my mind.

Why hadn't I let this happen long ago? Why had I wasted so many years not knowing what it felt to be truly fucked; to feel this gorgeous man's body inside mine?

I stared up into the handsome face of the man who totally controlled me now, my hands on his strong shoulders, then on his back, then his waist, pulling hard as if trying to draw him into me completely. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead onto my lips and I licked its saltiness, revelling in the earthy reality of what was happening to me.

Faster and faster he thrust as he lost control, grinding my back hard into the rug and twisting my thighs grotesquely wide. His strokes lost their rhythm, growing short and stabbing. I dug my fingernails into his sides, then his arms, then his neck as he grew closer and closer to his climax and the huge wave building within me grew closer and closer to breaking over me.

For a split second it dawned on me that he was about to cum; that Tony was about to ejaculate within me; that my body was about to receive another man's semen for the first time in over twenty years. I could have stopped him there but to my shame it never crossed my sex-fuddled mind. All I could think of was how to make the huge wave of pleasure and pain break over me; how to have that mightiest of orgasms that I had never understood existed but which I now craved with every cell in my body.

I clamped down on his cock as hard as my battered pelvic floor would allow in the hope that this last burst of sensation would tip me over the edge and into... I didn't know or care what. Tony's thrusts lost all remaining rhythm and then suddenly without further warning, his handsome face became ugly; twisted and contorted merely inches above mine as his body tensed and spasmed with the force of his own orgasm.