The High Wall

There just shouldn't be anybody anywhere close to her.

Unless there was someone on the other side of the wall. Her den was built up against the wall that separated her cottage from the main estate but she'd never given much thought to what was directly on the other side. The main house was a good mile or two away and she'd always just assumed it was nothing very much of anything.

But where else could the noise be coming from.

She placed her ear against the wall. The moaning wasn't much louder but it was a little. She stepped back and it subsided. She was pretty sure she was right. There was someone on the other side of the wall.

This immediately made her feel much better. She hated the thought of some strange person on her property and was much more comfortable with the thought that she was inadvertently just listening in on a neighbour.

The feeling of relief quickly gave way to one of embarrassment but also of arousal. She had never had any particularly voyeuristic tendencies but there was something disturbingly hot about the whole thing.

Her writer's imagination started going into overdrive. It didn't seem very likely that anyone would have come all that way just to get themselves off, unless they liked the thought of pleasuring themselves outside and wanted to get well out of earshot and had no idea that Lucy had set up her writer's den where she had.

It was certainly possible. Only one voice could be heard.

But Lucy was definitely picturing two parties. She couldn't help picturing someone being fucked up against the wall, skirt pushed up, knickers around ankles, moaning in delight as her lover moved soundlessly inside her.

That was a very naughty and very pleasing thought.

Lucy put her head close to the wall again. The moaning was higher and sharper now. The unmistakable sound of a woman about to come.

It made Lucy so wet to hear it. Her arousal completely overriding her embarrassment. She knew she should have left and left them to it, but for some reason she stayed, one hand lightly rubbing between her own legs.

She knew she wanted more. But was unlikely to get it.

There was an old cupboard built into the wall in one corner that had been there since before she had had the place done up.

On a sudden impulse, she moved over and opened it. The moaning was definitely louder now. Lucy knew she didn't have long left now. The woman was on the edge of orgasm.

To her intense excitement she noticed a crack in the back of the cupboard. Not expecting to see anything she put her eye to it.

She could not believe what she saw.

There was clearly a shed or barn on the other side of the wall. Perhaps it was once part of the same building as her den.

And there in her full view was an absolutely gorgeous blonde, completely naked, sat up on a bench with a dark haired man's head between her thighs.

The blonde was calling out and writhing in ecstasy on the edge of her orgasm, her full firm breasts rising and her hands running through her man's hair as he pleasured her.

It was like something from one of Toby's porn films. But so much hotter.

Lucy was as wet as she had ever been. Her knickers were soaking.

She wasn't wrong about the timing though. The blonde came almost as soon as Lucy started to watch, her whole body shuddering as she did so.

Lucy had never seen another woman climax before and had never considered how beautiful it looked. The blonde was radiant and transfixed by her orgasm.

Her man got to his his feet. Only his back was visible but he was tall and muscular and, Lucy had to admit, really very hot.

The pair were kissing passionately. Lucy would never let Toby kiss her after he'd been down on her but was turned on to see how much the blonde just didn't care. She must have been able to taste her own juices on his lips.

The man was firm and purposeful. He placed his arms on his woman and turned her away from him. There must have been something about the position he didn't like because she moved around the side of the bench and bent her over it.

He moved into position behind her. From where she was standing, leaning into the cupboard Lucy had a very clear view of them side on. She could see the blonde's large breasts hanging down as she braced herself against the bench.

Lucy couldn't help but gasp a little as the man moved behind the blonde, his full erect manhood clearly on display.

He was absolutely enormous. Far bigger than any man Lucy had ever seen in real life. And much, much bigger (and Lucy felt quite disloyal even thinking this) than Toby. It was pretty big even for porn.

Her pussy ached as she wondered what it would be like to have a thing like that inside her.

The blonde didn't have to wonder though. Her man came up behind her, put his hands on her pert, round arse and slid his magnificent cock inside her. She moaned appreciatively as he entered her.

Lucy's had one hand pressed up against the back of the cupboard as she braced herself uncomfortably against the wall at the back. Her other hand was between her legs.

To begin with, she had been rubbing her crotch through her knickers but now her hand was lost underneath the black lace, sliding over her wet slit and rubbing against her clit as she watched the gorgeous couple on the other side of the wall fucking like porn stars.

Both of them were moaning now. The man was fucking the blonde with deep, deliberate strokes. He was clearly getting really deep inside her, her arse cheeks quivered as he slammed himself inside her. Each time though, pulling out far enough that Lucy got a good view of his engorged member before sinking it deep inside his lover.

After a while, he just really let himself go and started to just to really fuck her hard, grabbing her hard by the arse cheeks as he hammered inside her. The blonde gripped hard against the shaking table and called out hard as he fucked her.

Lucy had always been very happy with her sex life. Toby was a loving and considerate partner, who always made sure she was satisfied and making love with him always left her happy and pleased.

But he never made love to her like that. Never fucked her like that.

And it looked good.

Lucy had a sudden urge, deep in her soaking wet pussy, for a good looking stud with a big hard cock to bend her over her desk and just bang the hell out of her.

The man slapped the blonde hard on the arse and pulled himself out of her. Lucy could see his jutting cock, which looked even more enormous than before, was glistening with her juices. She wondered what it would be like to suck it like that.

The blonde turned round to face him and dropped to her knees. She pushed her big tits together and wrapped them around his length.

He fucked her big tits for a few moments before pulling back with a look of immense satisfaction on his face before unloading his hot, sticky cum all over her chest. She looked up at him adoringly as he came over her tits and then leaned in to take his still hard cock in her mouth, licking it clean.

Lucy had seen enough. She turned away with a kind of soft agonised longing and sank to the floor with her back to the wall, her legs outstretched and spread open before her as she plundered her pussy with both hands and made herself come so hard her head span.

She just sat there for a moment or two, her head spinning so much, she wasn't really aware of anything.

When she finally returned to her senses, she gingerly stood up and turned to peer through the little crack again, not quite sure if she hadn't made the whole thing up.

But there they both were. The blonde was in a tight, white low cut top pulling a pair of jeans up over her pink lace panties while her lover was bare chested but buttoning up his jeans.

Lucy couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that his beautiful cock was no longer on display but convinced herself she could see the bulge in his crotch.

Even now though, she couldn't tear herself away and stayed to watch them get wordlessly dressed. She wondered how the blonde had managed to clean herself off so quickly but she had.

Lucy stayed guiltily watching until the man pulled a t shirt over his sweating torso and then looked away. She sat there for a moment with her back to the wall and her legs outstretched before her, her heart beating and breathing deeply.

Before she'd really had a chance to get her composure back, a sudden feeling of shame and alarm tore through her and she had to get away. She felt uncomfortable and dishevelled, her knickers soaking and her hair messed up.

She made her way unsteadily to her feet. She couldn't resist another quick glance through the crack in the wall. The man kissed the woman briefly on the lips and then made his way through the door of the barn.

Unable to tear herself away, Lucy watched the woman walk up and down the barn a few times, in and out of Lucy's sightline. The woman looked round uncertainly and Lucy was sure for a moment that she was looking right at her and held her ragged breath.

But the woman simply looked round again. She smoothed down her jeans and then left the barn.

As soon as the barn door was shut, Lucy pulled herself away, creeping as if she was afraid of being overheard. She scampered across the courtyard and into the house, locking the door behind her, something she never did.

Making her way up to the bedroom, she pulled the curtains closed and stripped naked, she felt dishevelled and soiled and it felt good to rid herself of her wet knickers.

The calm, centred sexiness she had felt earlier was completely gone. She felt guilty shame at having spied on the couple but more than that she felt wanton and desperately, desperately horny.

She threw herself on the bed and touched her aching wet pussy again. She thought about that man and his cock, his beautiful, magnificent cock. She thought about it inside her and coming all over her. It made her feel dirty and wet and wanting and completely out of control.

A deep, shuddering orgasm made her feel a little better, but only a little. She lay there panting and naked in the damp sheets. She still felt horny but knew that it would be no good touching herself again. Nothing short of a good, hard fucking would sort her out now.

She thought about Toby coming home, she could surprise him in nothing more than a silk negligee, push him up against the door the minute he got it, drop to her knees and take his suddenly hard cock in her mouth.

It gave her a little thrill to think about.

And once he was so turned on for her, she would turn around and bend over on the stairs, shake her bare arse at him like a shameless whore, let him admire her wet open pussy from behind as, still wearing his suit, he slid his rock hard member inside her and fucked her into a wet, ragged oblivion.

She let out a low growl, she was so desperately horny and wanting.

She looked at the clock. Four thirty.

Normally she liked to have longer for herself but in the state she was in, two hours seemed longer than she could bear. She felt almost frenzied in her need for a good hard dick inside her.

Running. That was the best approach. Try to exhaust herself out of the feeling.

Pushing herself off the bed, she practically ran down the stairs still completely naked. Her running things were still in a little pile by the front door. She pulled them on quickly, ignoring the slightly damp feeling in her clothes and between her thighs and, shutting the door behind her, set off at pace.

It was always difficult to think clearly when she ran. Every step seemed to jolt her thoughts out of place until her thinking became as ragged as her breathing and she was conscious of nothing more than her body in action.

Having ragged thoughts, though, was not quite the same as having no thoughts. With every step, an image flashed through her mind, the blonde's hands in her lover's hair as he licked her out, her ecstatic moans as he fucked her, his cum dripping from her big, round tits.

And she was acutely conscious as she ran that she was running alongside the wall of the estate. Her imagination ran wild now as she imagined all sorts of wild, erotic delights on the other side of the wall.

Who where they? There was definitely something clandestine about their activity. Was she the trophy wife and he her young lover? It seemed likely but other, wilder possibilities ran though her mind.

This was no good, she was just getting more worked up, not less. She picked up the pace and ran and ran and ran until there were black spots dancing in front of her eyes and all she could feel was her body crying out in pain.

Eventually, she was so tired, she had to stop. She had run further than she had ever run before and didn't quite recognise where she was. She sank down with her back to the wall where tree dappled sunshine had warmed it in the late afternoon heat.

She just sat there for a while, her chest heaving as she slowly got her breath back, her limbs crying out in pain. For a moment or two the sensations in her body were enough to block everything else out.

After a little while though, she had recovered enough to try and get a sense of where she was. She got gingerly to her feet and looked around her. Her legs felt wobbly as she took some unsteady little steps.

The wooded area that seemed to surround the estate wall and which shaded her and gave her privacy as she ran seemed to have given out here. The dappled shade she'd been sitting in was thrown by one of the very last trees before a wide grassy lawn like area.

Looking over, she saw that the wall was broken by an ornate gateway about 50 metres away. She'd lost all track of time and distance as she'd pounded dementedly along by the high wall but she must have come all the way around to the front gate on the opposite side of the estate from her cottage.

She felt all trembly at the thought of walking back. She had no idea what time it was but a sudden thought came to her. If she carried on going she was sure to hit the road that ran from the village to the cottage and, provided she wasn't too late, Toby would see her on his way home and give her a lift.

Lucy walked along the side of the wall towards the gate, as she was pretty sure that this was the way to the main road, although she'd never actually been out to the front of the estate before.

The gate were large and imposing, with stone pillars topped with lions flanked double wrought iron gates. She couldn't help pausing outside and peering in. Although the land on the other side was private, this was the face it presented to the world.

There was nothing to stop the idle passer by peering in as Lucy was doing. This didn't feel like looking in on something private, not like what she had seen in the barn.

There was a gravel drive between formal gardens leading to a large Palladian manor of golden stone.

Two large cars were parked outside the steps leading up into the main doorway. Lucy didn't know much about cars but she guessed one at least was a Rolls Royce, they were large and impressive but stately not flashy little sports cars. She couldn't quite imagine either of the couple she had overseen driving either of them.

It looked like none of the curtains had drawn blinds or closed curtains but the interiors were glassy

darkness and there was no sign of life. There was no shade in the formal gardens and the sun beat down over everything and it all felt stifling and lifeless. There might be wild parties at night but there was no sign of that now. Lucy turned to go.

The was a single track roadway that led from the gates, the opposite way to the way Lucy had come from and she followed it. Her legs were shaky and her head swimming from the exertion and the heat.

She hoped it wasn't later than she thought it was and Toby would pick her up, as she didn't have a phone, her wallet or even watch, just a single key to let herself back in tucked into a pocket in her joggers.

Fortunately, it didn't take her long to reach the road, so that part of her plan at least was working out.

Just as she reached the turning where the road from the house reached the main road, she was suddenly aware of a little red sports car with an open top turning into it and coming towards her.

Lucy had to scurry out of the way to avoid being run down but she was able to clearly recognise the blonde from the barn behind the wheel, even with a large pair of sunglasses over her face. She had a moment of panic that she was about to be accosted for spying but the blonde didn't even seem to register her, even though she'd nearly run her over.

Lucy turned and watched the car pull up in front of the gates, which opened of their own accord, before the car slipped inside and out of Lucy's view.

The theory about the trophy wife seemed pretty much correct.

A little further along by the main road, she found a bench in the shade and sat down in it to catch her breath. A little while later, she was able to get the time from a passing dog walker, it was six fifteen. She wasn't quite sure how it had got so late but the timing was perfect, Toby should be along any minute.

She felt a little conspicuous sitting there in her damp, sweaty clothes. She couldn't help thinking that was wasn't wearing any underwear even though, apart from her nipples showing through the fabric of her vest top, there wasn't very much to give it away.

She would have liked to have meditated but couldn't risk closing her eyes. Toby would be expecting her home and wouldn't be looking out for her, so she would need to keep her eyes on the road for his new car.

The car was his indulgence, as the writing den had been his. It was a sleek powerful Jaguar and, although she didn't really care about cars herself, she knew he took a lot of pride in it and she had to admit that it was an impressive engine.

Suddenly, an irresistibly naughty thought popped into her head. She had calmed down a little after the exercise and the need to come up with some practical plan to get home but there was no doubt that she still felt deeply, maddeningly horny and wanted, needed to have Toby take her as soon as possible.

The image of the blonde back in the manor house suddenly popped into her head. What was she up to now? Was she showering after her exertions, playing with self remembering her lover inside her as the water splashed over her perfect body.

Or maybe she was down on her knees making it up to the old man (Lucy pictured him as old although she'd never met or seen him), pleasuring him so he'd keep her in fast cars and jewellery and not ask too many questions about what she got up to in the woodshed.

Or maybe, and this was the naughtiest, most thrilling thought, maybe he was in on it. Maybe they were in bed and she was playing with him as she told him all about how she'd been licked out, fucked and come all over by the local stud on his own property.

Lucy felt so wet and horny that the urge to touch herself was almost irresponsible, even on a bench by the public highway.

Just then she saw Toby's jaguar coming towards her. She lept to her feet to wave him down.

It really was a sleek and sexy vehicle. She wasn't really sure why she'd never noticed it before. She was really very sure that her plan was a good one.

"Hey you, what are you doing here?" Toby asked as she let herself in to the passenger seat.

"I missed you and ran out to meet you. "

He looked genuinely touched, "Aww, you're so sweet. "

"You are." She reached over and kissed him, opening her mouth just a little to let him get a little taste of her wetness. "Sweet and sexy. "

"I'm very pleased to see you," Lucy smiled over at her husband and reached over and placed her hand on his thigh.

Toby kept glancing over at her, struggling to keep his attention on the road.