The Women in My Life Ch. 03

I pulled the sheets over her, then went to leave her bedroom. As I was by the door she said something, ending "... the morning" but I didn't catch it, so I just answered, "Yes OK, see you in the morning." and pulled the door to.

Once in my own bed, I put my hand to my nose to smell the musk of cunt on it. The urgency was immense, so I pulled off my PJ bottoms and grasped my dick with the hand that had held Mrs W's cunt and wanked off, quickly cuming onto a pair of boxers I'd strategically placed on my stomach. Throwing them on the floor, I pulled up the blanket, turned off the light and slept a very sated sleep.

Early next morning, in that still drowsy state, I saw Mrs W's cunt in my mind's eye. My dick responded, aching to be satisfied. I kicked the sheets back, I'd left off my PJs and reached into my drawer for a new condom. Putting it on my now raging horn, I pulled my feet up, opened my knees, closed my eyes and slowly started a rhythmic pull on my tool, thinking about fucking Mrs W. Suddenly, there was a tap on the door. I hurriedly moved my legs down and pulled the sheets over as Mrs W called in "Just going down to make breakfast."

Relieved, I answered, "Coming in a minute." I quickly resumed pulling on my horny knob, again picturing Mrs W's open cunt and imagining sticking my knob end in it. Within the minute, climax surged through my groin as spunk spurted out. I lay there briefly before removing the condom, tidying up, dressing and going downstairs.

Breakfast was a simple one of tea and toast with jam. Mrs W was in her towelling bathrobe, presumably over her naughty nightie. There was no furtive glances or anything that showed she remembered last night, so I was sort of relaxed. It was only after we'd finished breakfast and were having a second cup of tea that Mrs W spoke.

"I want to apologise for last night, Joe."

Before she had a chance to say any more I babbled out "No problem Mrs W!"

But she answered back "Maybe not but I feel I need to tell you some things, that are to do with me and nothing you've done, so please let me say what I have to say."

I nodded an OK, so she continued.

Taking a breath in she said, "Your Christmas card was... very raunchy and... well thought provoking."

I started to reply, "I di..."

"It's OK, I'm not offended, quite the opposite in fact. It just added fuel to my fire. I have to confess Joe, that before Christmas, when I was cleaning your room and changing your... oddly stained bedding, I had this irresistible urge to rummage in your things. It was then that I found your stash of condoms."

My face must have dropped but she added, "It's OK Joe, I'm not angry or embarrassed. I knew you didn't have a girlfriend here, so I sort of wondered about them. A few days later, I looked again and you'd seemed to have used some and there was even a used one there! It dawned on me then that you were probably using them for your own... personal pleasuring. Many a night since then, I've laid in my bed thinking about you using them and cuming off in them. The thought stuck in my head and I found myself getting horny every time I did. So much so that I had to do my own pleasuring."

I'm not sure what I was going to say but I must have looked ready to speak because she said, "Just listen Joe and let me finish before you say anything."

I nodded another OK!

Mrs W continued, "Anyway, that day when I came into the bathroom as you were showering, I briefly caught sight of you standing there with a rather proud looking erection." Pausing briefly she added, "I don't mean to embarrass you Joe and I realise you didn't flash it deliberately."

She paused again, briefly, then continued, "But I've kept picturing it, ALL THE TIME! Then I started imagining you sticking it in me. Shagging me, Joe! Shagging me! Last night's alcohol just tipped my restraint out the window. I remember putting on my shortie nightie and then falling off the bed. You came rushing in to help and in my lust I grabbed your hand and laid it on my tush. Now I do remember your hand lingering there when I let go and even poking a finger inside. So this morning I'm lay in bed thinking, if you left your hand there, after I let go, maybe you liked it. Am I right?"

In panic, I answered, "Mrs W I'm sorry for doing that, I didn't mean to interfere with you I just..."

"Joe", Mrs W interjected, "that's OK, I'm not angry or anything because I put your hand there, I wanted you to put it there. I liked it. My question was did you like it?"

I nodded, paused before saying "I did Mrs W, I cannot lie. I just don't... well... I don't want you to think I'm being lecherous or taking advantage or something. I like being here, I'm getting my studies done properly and I don't want that ruined, so if..."

"Joe, you're not in any bother with me, honest. I'm OK, we're just talking about stuff. It's OK. Just tell me what you think," she insisted.

I took a deep breath in, then, "Well if you really want me to be... honest, I have a similar, naughty confession to make. Last term I'd also rooted around in your bedroom drawers. It's something I used to do a lot at home and well... I found your rubber sex toy." Taking another deep breath in I continued, "I couldn't help but think about you using it. That made me horny every time I thought about you using it. It seemed a bit naughty which made it all the more exciting. I admit the excitement was too much to resist and I had to... well... sort of ease my tension, if you know what I mean."

"Long and hard perhaps?" she teased.

"Well, Yes." I answered, "I guess I also imagined me... inside you, instead of your dildo!"

Smiling Mrs W said, "I suspect then that you maybe undertake regular tension relaxation exercises."

"Daily Mrs W!" I answered without hesitation, somehow feeling freed of anxiety.

"I quite understand." She leant forward, "Me too. You know, I think..."

The phone rang interrupting her. When she answered it, she was obviously surprised and pleased.

"Annie, lovely to hear from you."

The half of the conversation I heard was

"No not busy."

"Freda, yes. I was out with her last night. I can ask her."

"Same old, same old."

I got up and made a gesture of me going out for a run. She put a hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, "Catch up later."

As I was leaving, she was still talking.

Running, I couldn't help but replay the conversation in my head. Where it was going. Where it could go. It can be uncomfortable running with a hard-on! When I returned there was a note which read.

Meeting old friend Annie in town, with Freda. Be back 5:30-6 o'clock. Sharon

Even though it was only just after 1 o'clock, I had to get out Cunty and give her a double fuck, calling out "Mrs W" or "Sharon".

It was more like 8 o'clock when she came back and with Freda in tow again. I left them to themselves and went to my room. I heard Freda leave about 11:15. Mrs W came upstairs about 5 minutes later.

I'd waited until Mrs W was in bed, already remembering the image of her splayed open legs. I didn't need much to stroke my manhood to stiffness before slipping another new condom on. Lying naked on the sheets, I thought about her poking herself with the dildo and imagined my own dildo poking her! I was just about to get up for Cunty again when...

Suddenly, there was a tap on the door and Mrs W's voice saying,

"Joe, you awake?"

The door opened without giving me a chance to reply. I only just managed to pull the thin bed sheet up over myself before she actually came in. Already startled, I was even more stunned when I saw she was in that same short nightie again, and without underwear! I could see her pubic hair and her dark nipples through the thin, flimsy fabric. She came over to my bed and sat on the edge, cocking her left leg up to rest it on the bed. Her pubic hair was more or less level with my eyes and I was struggling not to look at it!

"Sit up, Joe, it'll be easier to talk that way." she said.

Carefully I eased myself into a sitting position, trying to keep the single bed sheet over myself, which was difficult because Mrs W was sat on it. My erection was getting harder than ever and I'm sure it felt like it was bobbing up and down by itself! Even though I was looking at her face, my eyes couldn't help but glance quickly at the dark nipples of her boobs through her nightie. And lower!

"We need to finish off the conversation we were having earlier today, about what happened last night while I was dressed like this and what we're going to do about it."

She paused, my eyes uncontrollably flicking between her face, her boobs and her open legs. She gave a quick look around the room, she stretched over to the bedside cabinet and picked up the opened and empty condom packet.

"I think you're probably naked under there, probably very aroused and wearing this, right?"

She looked at me for a moment, then down to the sheet covering my aching erection. Looking back up, she placed her hand on top of the sheet and on top of my stiff, condom encased penis. "I think I'm right, aren't I?"

She lifted her hand and pulled the sheet down, my penis fairly bouncing up. I gulped, nervous and excited at the same time. Putting her hand around my shaft she said, "It feels like you're very tense, Joe" and slowly pulled up and down its length. She stopped, then said, still holding my erection,

"It seems to me that we were both getting horny thinking about doing it to each other. So, I think that rather than you being busy wanking off in your room, thinking of you poking me, and me busy frigging off in mine thinking of me being poked by you, we should just satisfy one another's needs together. What do you think? Would you like to?"

Anxious but excited, nervous and excited, I said, "Mrs W, as long as you don't think I'm being pervy or anything and I get to stay here and do my studies then I'm not going to say no. I'd be crazy to refuse."

"Good." she answered, "No commitments, Joe, just good old fashioned horny sex. OK?" she asked.

"OK" I answered.

"Just as well then, because your Christmas card tipped me over the edge and I went and got a little something for your birthday. It's a little pill I take every morning!"

Letting go of my penis, she said "Lie down, Joe."

As I shuffled to lie down, she stood up and waited until I was still.

"We don't need this", and she started to unroll the condom from my penis.

Dropping it to the floor, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, rubbing the slit of her vagina along the shaft of my rock hard tool. My eyes were transfixed on her black bush as it rubbed along my dick. In a flowing movement she pulled off her nightie, exposing her naked body to me. I looked at her breasts and erect dark nipples down to her black bush. She lifted herself slightly and with her hand raised my penis up to meet her vaginal entrance. Slowly she lowered herself onto my rampant rod. It felt warm, slipping inside her so easily. She paused a few inches in and I'm sure I felt her vagina wall squeeze. With a deep breath she slid all the way down. Once I was fully entombed in her, she said,

"Happy Birthday Joe. Hope it COMES up... to your expectations."

She then started riding my cock in an up and down rhythmic action.

Looking into my eyes, she said, "Can't tell you how good that feels. I haven't had a real prick inside me for ages. And a big one at that."

I closed my eyes, almost thinking it was a dream, but it wasn't. I felt her move, so I opened my eyes, to see she had leant forward to rest her hands on either side of me as she continued to bob up and down on my penis. Her breasts were now before me, wobbling as she moved. I moved my hands to hold them and finger her nipples.

Utterly rampant I felt the urge to quicken the rate at which my penis was bobbing in and out of Mrs W's vagina, so I let go of her breasts and moved my hands to her hips and pushed my prick upwards. As I did, she stopped bobbing and let me thrust in and out of her. Quicker and quicker the urge came until I knew orgasm began beckoning. I stopped, blowing out a deep breath to forestall it.

"Close?" she asked, my horn still impaling her "Are you a one shot man or can you go again?"

"Definitely more than once." I answered.

"Then cum." was all she said.

An irresistible offer. I resumed thrusting in and out of her wet and inviting hole until,

"Cuming," was all I said, then grunted as I thrust upwards hard and deep, feeling the electric shock run through my groin and the seemingly endless pulsing release of my spunk into her love hole. Slowly I dropped back, but Mrs W eased down leaving my erection still inside her.

"Enjoy that?" she asked.

"Yes, very much." I managed to say.

"Good, I'm glad. It still feels hard inside. So, ready to go again?"

Feeling bullish I replied "I think I can, yes".

Mrs W rose from straddling me, causing my still erect penis to fall out with a faint slap. As she got off the bed and looking at my glistening erection, she said "Good, get up."

As I did, she lay down on the bed in my place, raised her knees up and opened her legs wide. "I need a long, body stiffening shag."

With my penis still raging hard, I climbed onto the bed slipping between her legs and sliding my erection straight up her wet vaginal tube. I pushed slowly and deeply, noting that Mrs W's eyes were closed and she was breathing quickly, while also pushing her pelvis up at my every thrust. Her vagina was already full of my spunk, so it was well lubricated and I moved in and out very easily.

Upping the thrust rate, I banged her harder to which she muttered

"Harder... faster".

So I pumped harder and faster. After a few moments of persistent banging, she opened her eyes, saying,

"Joe... oh... oh... ooohhh" as she obviously climaxed. I slowed but she urged "Don't stop". So I didn't. Several more times she groaned in her pleasure.

Minutes later, I paused not wanting to cum yet but again she urged "Don't stop."

I resumed thrusting deeply and moments later I groaned in pleasure myself, releasing another flood of spunk inside her.

Sated, I eased my penis out, now becoming less hard and sat back at the foot of my bed. Mrs W just lay there, legs wide showing me the hole I had filled with spunk a second time, though some of it was now dribbling out!

After a moment, she got off the bed, picked up her nightie and moved to the door. Looking back at my deflating penis, she said, "I'm sure it'll be hard again in the morning, so come into my room with it. OK?"

"OK" was my simple reply

After she left, I sat there, still in that post orgasmic glow, looking down at my very satisfied prick and thinking "Fucking 'eck."

That was the beginning of nearly 18 months of solid bonking! So just before 8 o'clock that Sunday morning, I rose from my bed. My penis had already risen in anticipation. I tapped on Mrs W's bedroom door,

"Come in" I heard her say.

Going in with my erection leading the way, she said "Oooo who's glad to see me? You better CUM in here," then flung the bedsheet back and opened her legs in readiness. "Don't be shy."

I practically flung myself on the bed between her legs and poked into her still wet cunt hole. I continued pumping deeply and steadily for a while before Mrs W lifted her knees up then splayed her legs, holding them to open her cunt even wider. It seemed to urge me on to fucking her faster. It was only moments before I could feel the urge to cum but held off by stopping and taking a deep breath.

Mrs W looked at me, asking "What have you stopped for?"

"Don't want to cum too quickly", I replied.

"Don't see why not. It's not like you're not going to have another go anytime soon." she answered back.

"Good point" I said as I restarted. Less than a minute later, I was spurting up Mrs W's chuff, for the third time in 8 hours.

I was still erect, but didn't withdraw and Mrs W didn't move, she just lay there with her legs still splayed. Then she lifted her legs up either side of me and across my back saying "Go again", so I did.

This time I didn't hesitate when the familiar tingle preceded my orgasm, I just thrust deep inside, grunting "uurrgghh". That was Sunday morning.

Sunday night was another shag fest. At about 10:45 Mrs W said "I think it's time for bed. Follow me up an about 5 minutes."

So five minutes later, I put out the downstairs lights and went up into her bedroom. Mrs W was lay on her side on the bed, in that same shortie nightie.

"I think I should get undressed then," I said.

In a mock striptease I slowly took my clothes off, before getting onto the bed with her. As I did, she lay on her back and spread the front of her nightie, revealing her dark bush atop closed legs. I moved my hand to brush her wiry hair and slid a finger down to her slit and clit. She opened her legs a touch wider and I cupped her cunt lips with the palm of my hand for a moment, then returned my finger to rub her engorged clitoris. Continuing to massage it, Mrs W started to breathe quicker and to blow slowly through her mouth. In a few moments, she groaned in pleasure. Three more times I teased an orgasm out of her before she finally opened her legs wider in invitation, saying

"Your turn."

So into her wet vagina my erection went, to begin a quick and deep pumping. Then I remembered Chrissy's advice and slowed to a steady deep fucking. Mrs W lay there, eyes closed, as I humped away. With the tingling arriving, I just said "Cuming" and unloaded spunk streams deep into her belly. We stayed in the same position, with my erection impaled inside Mrs W's vagina until she widened her legs again. Fuck number two. Cum shoot number two. Feeling fully satisfied I pulled out and lay beside Mrs W, neither of us saying anything.

After moments, Mrs W said "I'll have another one of those in the morning, please."

"Not a problem." I replied as I left for my room, to sleep very, very soundly.

Unexpectedly, early Monday morning, I was greeted to Mrs W coming into my room stark naked. She threw the sheets off me to straddle my already rising penis. She rode me quickly until I knew climax was close, so thrust upwards to deposit yet another load of spunk inside her. Then she was off me.

"Breakfast in 10" she said, as she left for her bedroom..

Breakfast was as normal, then I was off to Uni, shouting goodbye up the hall.

It's fair to say that most of the day at Uni I concentrated on my work, which was noted by my tutor as improved significantly. It was really on the way back that I started to think about the evening, Mrs W and what delights awaited.

Most nights were "ordinary", doing any odds and ends of stuff Mrs W needed fixing, some study, evening meal, more study and some TV till bed time. Then the humping and grinding, fucking and cuming, followed by sleep until the next morning's wake up shag!

However, one evening before tea, about 6:30, Mrs W was sat on the settee and told me to come over. As I moved towards her she reached out to the fly zip on my jeans and pulled it down. She pushed her hand in to feel my semi flaccid tool. Taking her hand out, she undid my belt and pulled my jeans and boxers down exposing my rising rod. Grinding it between her fingers and palm she brought it to a firm stand. Moving into the centre of the settee, she let go of my erection and I knelt down between her open legs. I rubbed the glans of my penis along the lips of her vagina before sliding into a warm, wet tunnel. Pulling her towards me a little, it lowered her vagina making it an easy in-out thrusting. Looking down I could see my rod poking in and out, all wet and glistening, as well as her rather enlarged clitoris. With my left hand thumb I started to massage it as I thrust deeply into her. Closing her eyes and licking her lips, she blew out long and gently through her mouth a couple of times. Then she held her breath for a moment, pushed her head back and grunted in pleasure. I didn't ease my penis thrust rate but lightly eased off her clit before rubbing more vigorously. Soon another orgasm racked through her as my own started to build. I pushed her legs wider as I felt the electric pulse of orgasm and the release of my ejaculated juices. I stayed inside Mrs W as I still felt hard. Turning to look at me, Mrs W said, "Fancy a doggie?"