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As the nice feelings in her pussy started to grow, she started to fantasize about being fucked by John's big cock. She didn't want it to be about John, she tried to think of George Clooney or Gregory Peck, her previous fantasy guys, but John's forceful need for her came back. She thought about being fucked in the wardrobe today, and turned to lay face down while she imagined John on top of her and the feeling of his dick entering her from behind. And the more she tried to get John out of her mind, the more he was there, until, fingers franticly rubbing her clit she started to come. She came a couple more times, then collapsed into a deep sleep. She woke half an hour later feeling relaxed and refreshed, though a little guilty that she had fantasised about John.

That evening, as every evening, everything seemed so normal. John was polite to her, didn't pay her particular attention, and was interesting and even funny when they spoke around the table at dinner. He seemed like such a different person – there was no way she could break up her daughter's marriage by telling her about this. Anne would simply have to put up with it until John tired of her – which she thought would be soon. Late that night, lying awake in the dark, Anne listened to the muffled groans of her daughter being fucked by the man who had raped Anne every day this week and about whom she was now having erotic fantasies. She played with her moist pussy for a while before falling into a peaceful sleep.

Friday

Anne was surprised to find John at breakfast with the others in the morning. He had business to take care of and he left at the same time as the others, giving her a cheeky smile as he said 'see you tonight' before closing the door. Anne was relieved at not having to try to fight him off today – perhaps it was over already and he would leave her alone – alone with her memories of his desire for her and the hot sex they had shared.

That night and over weekend she saw little of John or Jane, as they went out socialising with their friends most of the time. So she spent the time with her husband and his dull interests in local politics and sport. She found herself alone on Saturday after lunch, and lay down with a book, but soon found herself reaching down to touch her pussy to give it a comforting rub.

This was so unlike her, as she had hardly thought about sex at all for the last couple of years, except for the rare occasion that her husband was feeling nostalgically randy and gave her a brief unsatisfying fuck before falling asleep. After a little while she put down her book, pulled her dress over her head, taken off her bra and panties and masturbated for 20 minutes, imagining being fucked from above and behind by a big cock, thinking of John's look of desire for her until she started to come and found herself saying, 'Yes John, fuck me John, fuck me with your big cock!'. She lay there panting after such a strong orgasm, thinking that at least John had given her some valuable fantasy material with which to please herself with in future.

On Sunday morning, she arose and started to prepare breakfast while her husband slept on. She heard some muffled noises from her daughter's room which became the rhythmic groans of sex. She moved closer to their door and the sounds become clearer. 'Oh yes' she heard her daughter say, and she imagined John fucking her cute petite daughter with that huge cock of his. Anne reached down and touched her pussy through her now wet knickers. She was getting aroused by the sound of her daughter being fucked by the man who had been fucking her (Anne) all this week. Anne slipped a finger inside her knickers to better rub her sensitive clit. Her knickers were now soaking and her pussy so wanted a big dick up it. She felt guilty listening to her daughter like this but could not help herself.

But then she heard the sounds of her husband coming and she returned to the kitchen, turning on the radio to cover the noise of the sex making in the nearby bedroom. She started to prepare breakfast, and noticed the smell of her pussy juice on her hand as she wiped her face. It smelt so good, but she quickly washed her hand so the others would not know.

Jane took her parents out to a restaurant for Sunday lunch to thank them for having her to stay. So Anne took some effort choosing as a beautiful summer frock she had bought some years ago but had little opportunity to wear. The dress was a little tight now but showed off her curves and the low cut showed her cleavage more than she usually liked, but it was a special occasion and she wanted to look her best. Besides she felt more confident about her appearance now that John was complementing her so much. She also picked out her best frilly underwear with the bra that pushed her large breasts up and together creating an impressive cleavage.

At the lunch she noticed John discretely checking her out, and smiling at her. Once she found the opportunity to stand up and lean over the table to pass a card to her daughter, at the same time displaying her magnificent breasts to John, and was satisfied when he took in the sight and reddened slightly. Perhaps she drank a little too much of the lovely wine, but she was feeling good about her body and enjoying the looks she was attracting from other men in the restaurant.

At one point, while her daughter discussed house prices with her husband, John leaned over to Anne and said in a low voice 'You look fantastic today Anne,' and she felt his hand on her leg under the table move swiftly up to her crotch. She blushed and squeezed her legs together, but he was too quick and was inside her knickers feeling her moist pussy. She moved her hand under the table to push him discretely away, but not before he managed to insert a finger into her pussy. After that he withdrew, smiling wickedly at her, then behaved for the rest of the meal as her daughter finished with her father and turned again to her mother and husband.

That night Anne's head was full of pleasure at the attention her dress had brought her during the day, the furtive looks of men with their wives and lascivious looks of single men; and of course the attention of the one man who had been fucking her for a week behind her husband's back. She was like a young woman full of her sexual power again.

Week 2 Monday

The next morning, John appeared almost as soon as the others had left, coming straight over to where she was packing the dishes and putting his arms around her. She knew by now that asking him to stop would not work, so she stood impassively hoping this would discourage him.

But John was not easily discouraged, grabbing her boobs and tweaking her nipples, as he said 'Anne, you looked fantastic in that dress yesterday. Every man in the restaurant wanted you!'

Anne was secretly pleased by this, but maintained her impassive stance, which became more difficult as his hands worked their way down her belly and under her dress where they dived inside her pussy, which had already become moist through his touching her sensitive nipples. She could feel his had cock rubbing against her back now through the layers of fabric. And his finger rubbing against her clitoris was already making her knees weaken.

As she tried to twist away a little, John removed his hand from her knickers and backed away, saying 'come with me'.

He took her by the hand and led her to the carpeted lounge room. He stood facing her, as she wondered what he had in mind. 'Take off your dress Anne,' he said gently. 'I want to see your fantastic body again.'

Something in his tone comforted her and she slowly complied, pulling the loose frock over her head, leaving her there in her bra, low cut and showing her wonderful cleavage, and panties, now with a distinct damp patch around her pussy. His eyes took in her semi-naked body, and she saw his long cock pushing urgently against his boxer shorts. How strange men are, she thought, so turned on by our curves and hidden places.

'Now take off you bra!' he ordered.

She hesitated, knowing that if she did not remove her nice bra, he would do it and he might damage it. Slowly she reached around and undid the clip, and feeling the weight of her breasts flopping out of their restraint, removed the bra, standing there with her large nipples pointing at John's ever-growing member.

'You look marvellous!' said John, making her blush. 'And now the knickers.'

She hooked her fingers under the panty strap and slowly peeling them down, all the time watching John's eyes follow her movements, taking in her hairy pussy and her hanging breasts as she bent to pull the panties over.

He exhaled loudly. 'Anne you look better every day! Now take off my boxers.'

She thought about refusing but was almost enjoying this slow pace compared to his previous frantic attacks. So she knelt before him, and slid down his boxers. His erect cock caught in the band, then sprang free, standing thick and erect in front of her face. She could feel tingles in her pussy, as if it was hungry for this amazing dick to be inside her. She took it in her hand and gave it a small kiss and a lick.

She thought he would make her suck it again until he spurted down her throat again, but instead he knelt down and kissed her on the lips, his hands delighting in her nakedness. At first she resisted his kisses, but then opened her mouth to allow his tongue to entwine with hers. She felt her desire rising, as John stroked her breast with one hand, and her arse and pussy with the other. It started to remind her of her teenage years, 'pashing' with inexperienced youths.

Then he stopped, whispering 'I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy', and with that he lay on his back pulling her on top of him, and then moving under her so his face was under her pussy.

She could see her reflection in the lounge-room mirror, kneeling astride John's head with her large boobs protruding. Then she felt John's tongue teasing her clitoris, then thrusting deep into her pussy. She had never done this before, and it took her a while to balance herself, while the nice feelings in her pussy grew and grew. John held her arse with his hands and buried his face in her sopping pussy, driving her crazy with his constant and inventive licking. Then the orgasms started to hit, pulsing through her body until she lost her balance and feel forward onto her hands. Still John thrust his tongue in and out of her cunt, extending the orgasm until she thought she would pass out.

Eventually he stopped and moved beside her, hugging her and asking 'Did you like that, my darling?'

This was the first time he had asked her, and she was at a loss how to answer, whether to tell the truth that she had loved it, despite being forced into this position, or lie and tell him she hated it, and keep the moral high ground. Eventually she had to admit that she had liked it, although she felt guilty about having such an orgasm with her daughter's husband.

'Now I want you to do something else,' he said, as he stretched out on the floor beside her, his prick still standing to attention. 'I want you to sit on me and put my cock inside you.'

Anne blushed at his blunt suggestion, but felt perhaps she owed him something for his gentleness today. So she allowed herself to be pulled on top of him, facing him with her breasts hanging over him.

'Now take my cock and put it inside you,' John ordered.

Slowly she moved so that her pussy was over his cock and she could feel his hot hardness against her pussy. She moved her pussy back and forward along his cock, covering it with her juice, which felt good. John murmured with pleasure as well. Then she reached down and took his big cock whose thickness filled her small hand, and guided it between her pussy lips. Then she pushed down and back and felt his dick forcing her pussy apart. She gasped and pulled out a little, then, missing the fullness, pushed down again taking the big cock a little deeper. John watched her as she moved up and down on his big cock, saw her eyes widen as she drove her pussy down on him, taking it deeper and deeper.

After a few minutes she forgot about him watching her face and her big tits flopping back and forth, and gave herself over to the pleasure building in her pussy. He was so hard and big that she could feel him in all parts of her pussy. She pulled him deep inside her and rocked back and forward until her orgasm overtook her and she was screaming with pleasure. Again and again the waves of pleasure hit her – she could control and increase the pleasure and its intensity started to overwhelm her until she collapsed into John's arms.

John put his arms around her and pulled her tight to him, and then she felt his cock start to push into her again. She realised that he had not come yet. Steadily and rhythmically he pushed inside her, his slow pace accentuating the depth his cock reached into her pussy. After a little her post orgasmic calm was replaced by new desire and she started moving her pussy to increase her own pleasure. On and on they went, him fucking her from below, her grinding her pussy increasingly fast against his big dick, until she felt him push extra deep inside her and groan and felt him hot come filling her and causing her to come again herself.

Afterwards she lay in his arms for some minutes in a blissful daze, rather than running away like the previous times. She almost fell asleep with the tingling sensations from the orgasm not only in her pussy but her belly and back and legs and all the way up to her brain. But she felt John stir and open his eyes beneath her.

'Sorry I must be heavy,' she said, starting to get up.

She felt his penis, smaller now, pop out of her pussy – she had not realised it was still there – and his juice ran out of her and onto his tummy. But he pulled her back and kissed her hard on the lips, before releasing her again. She knelt beside him reaching down to catch the come pouring from her pussy, grabbing her fallen knickers to mop up the mess. He lay there watching her and reached out to stroke her breast and nipple with the look of a man fascinated, before she stood up. She did not know what to say – today had been different, he had not actually forced her, but more persuaded her – she had a new confusion now. So she smiled her polite woman's smile and turned away and left the room, catching him watching her again as she bent to pick up her bra and dress on the way.

She went to the bathroom and washed his come off her hands and legs and cleaned her pussy with paper, catching a view of herself in the mirror. She looked flushed, her body looked so sexual all of a sudden, not at all like the middle-aged housewife she thought she had become. She went inside and got back into bed.

She lay there trying to make sense of what had happened today. How did she do those things – take off all her clothes in front of him, take off his clothes, sit on his face and let him lick her to orgasm – and such a strong orgasm – and then ride his cock to another orgasm while he watched her naked needy body grind another orgasm out of his big dick. How did she let him persuade her to do such slutty things? What had she become? Before she had the excuse that he had forced her, that she had tried to resist and failed, but today he hadn't forced her, she had just done what he asked. The fact that he asked and she had not initiated it was small comfort. Today she had willingly done what he wanted. Why? Was it what she also wanted, now that he had reawakened her sexual desire. Her mind was in a new turmoil, but her body felt so relaxed from the multiple orgasms that she soon drifted into a deep sleep.

The end?

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