Giving in to temptation, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2012-05-01. Times viewed: 11770.
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Giving in to temptation
The first time I saw Laura was when she gave my wife a lift home from her slimming club. As I opened the car door for Jenny to climb out, Laura leaned across from the driver's seat and smiled sexily at me. My cock twitched as I smiled back and returned her greeting.
'Hi Laura. Thanks for giving Jenny a lift. How did it go tonight?'
'She's doing very well,' replied Jenny's friend. 'Another half a pound lost this week. That's almost a stone so far!'
I helped Jenny to her feet and kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'Well done darling!' I said as my overweight wife beamed happily back at me. 'And what about you Laura? Surely you don't need to lose any more weight?'
Even from the pavement I could see that Laura had a stunning figure for a woman in her early forties. Her pert bust, if slightly on the small side for my taste was still firm, whilst her pinched waist, curvy hips and long slender legs completed the picture.
Shoulder length chestnut brown hair framed a pretty face, only slightly spoiled by a crooked nose, but this was compensated for by her beautiful hazel eyes and dazzling white smile.
Laura wore glasses for driving and was looking at me over the top of the frames as she responded to my question.
'I'm not sure if I should answer that,' she said, laughing. 'I've lost more than forty pounds since I started at the slimming club last year, but I need to go every week for the weigh-in or I might lapse back into my old sinful ways!'
The thought of being sinful with Laura was giving me a warm feeling in my crotch area, but I just smiled at her and thanked her again for bringing Jenny home before she drove off.
Following my wife into the house I marvelled again at the size of her ass. When we married fifteen years ago she had been a neat size 12, well proportioned, although her tits were a bit top heavy.
Not that I minded that. I like a bit of meat on a woman and had spent many a happy night before we got married exploring Jenny's 38DD bosoms, sucking on her hard nipples while I fingered her wet pussy.
Back then her ass had been nicely rounded. Something to grip onto while I was fucking her against a tree or behind the local farmer's barns.
We were very much into outdoor sex in those days, but once we were married and she began to pile on the weight her libido seemed to vanish and now I was lucky to get a feel of her tits, never mind the full deep stick action.
Although I spend most of my days sitting at my computer writing filthy stories for a living, I've always kept myself in shape and made full use of the home gym we installed in one of the spare bedrooms during one of Jenny's periodic keep fit phases.
Like most of her health fads this phase had not lasted long and as she wobbled into the house it was difficult to see from just where she had lost almost fourteen pounds.
'She seems nice,' I said when we got to the kitchen, ready to prepare supper.
'Laura's a lovely girl. She was Slimmer of the Year last year. Such an inspiration to all of us!' replied Jenny.
'Is she married, or living with anyone?' I asked innocently.
'Yes, she is. Her husband is a bit of a slob by all accounts. His name's Ross and he's something to do with computers. He lives on sandwiches and crisps and won't go out much, although he does enjoy gardening apparently.'
'Well, there you are then. You and he would have something in common. You love gardening too,' I added hastily, in case she thought I was calling her a slob.
'What do you mean?' said Jenny as she stirred a pot of vegetable soup.
'Well, I was just thinking it would be nice to invite them round one weekend for a bit of lunch or supper. Me and Ross can tuck into steak and chips while you two diet queens nibble on a carrot each!'
'Oi! Cheeky monkey!' retorted Jenny. 'Seriously, though Kenny. Would you like to have them here? You don't normally socialise with my friends.'
'Of course I would, love. Give Laura a call later and fix something up.'
Four days later and there she was, standing in our hallway, looking even sexier than I'd remembered her, introducing me to Ross, a giant of a man in every sense of the word.
His big paw crushed my slender writer's fingers in an iron grip as I welcomed the couple to our home. Jenny bustled through from the kitchen, a nervous bundle of energy, wiping her hands on a towel and holding her arms open to embrace Laura.
'So wonderful that you both could come,' she gushed, then turning to me scolded: 'Kenny! Where are your manners? Take their coats and put them upstairs on the bed while I show them through to the lounge.'
I exchanged a knowing glance with Ross, who grinned at me. 'Nice to see someone else getting nagged,' he said, dodging surprisingly swiftly for a man of his bulk away from a dig in the ribs from his wife.
I took their coats while Jenny escorted them into the lounge and stopped in the bathroom to check my appearance. Not too bad for a man nearing fifty, but at least I still had a full head of blond hair and all my own teeth.
I returned to the lounge to find Ross nursing a beer, sitting in my favourite recliner arm chair, whilst his gorgeous wife perched on the edge of the sofa, her slender legs crossed sexily as she sipped the cocktail Jenny had prepared for her.
She patted the seat beside her to indicate I should join her there. 'Jenny said she'd be about another five minutes,' she said as I sat down. 'Just time to have a nice chat before we eat.'
'I should go through and see if there's anything I can do to help . . . . ' I began, but Ross chimed in: 'I'll go. I'm a dab hand in the kitchen aren't I love?'
'Well, you certainly love your food!' replied his wife, laughing as Ross hauled himself out of my chair and lumbered off towards the kitchen.
Laura turned to me after he'd left and whispered: 'Alone at last!' giving me a sexy look over the rim of her glass that had my cock stirring and my temperature rising.
'Oh dear, now I've made you blush,' she said, reaching out to stroke my arm. 'Don't pretend you haven't been longing to get me alone, ever since you first saw me. My radar is infallible in these matters!'
Looking down at my crotch, as I squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa beside her, she added: 'I can spot a stiff cock a mile away. Why don't you tell me what you'd like to be doing with it? You're the writer of erotic fiction. Let your imagination run wild! Or has it been doing that already?'
This final question was asked as she re-crossed her legs, allowing her short skirt to ride up her firm thighs enough for me to see the tops of her stockings and the bare flesh below her suspenders.
My mouth fell open at not only the sight of her creamy inner thighs, but also at her boldness in giving me the most brazen come-on I'd ever experienced.
'You're not kidding!' I said lamely. 'I've not been able to think of anything else all week, but I hadn't expected to be having this conversation quite so soon in the evening!'
'Life's for living,' said Laura. 'As you can see, I'm married to Mr Couch Potato, whose idea of foreplay is taking a club sandwich up to bed with him! I haven't had a proper fucking for absolute yonks and I have a strong feeling, deep inside my very wet pussy, that you might be just the man to give it to me!'
My face must have been a picture at this point as I wrestled with the full implications of what she was saying. I knew I had to have her, but with Jenny and Ross just the other side of the lounge wall in the kitchen and likely to come back through at any time, screwing Laura there and then was simply not an option.
'Any more talk like that and I'm going to cum in my pants!' I whispered to her, grinning from ear to ear. She placed her hand on my thigh and moved it slowly up towards the very visible bulge caused by my cock straining to be freed.
'We can't have that happening, can we?' she purred seductively. 'Not when my pussy is dying to have you cumming inside it and filling me with your hot spunk.'
I was saved from having to think up a response to this scenario by the return of Jenny and Ross to the room. It could have been my imagination, but Jenny looked a little flustered as she appeared through the door and there was a suspicion of a smile on Ross's face as he followed her, his gaze seemingly fixed on my wife's wobbly ass.
'Sorry to have kept you Laura,' said Jenny, recovering her composure. 'I hope Kenny hasn't been boring you to death? He writes mucky adult stories, as I may have told you and it can get a bit tiresome having to listen to him rabbit on about his writer's block.
'He hasn't written anything saleable for weeks now and that isn't going to pay the bills. Why he couldn't write something commercial for a change, instead of pandering to a bunch of perverts and their sexual fantasies I'll never know!'
Laura laughed and reassured Jenny that our conversation had been most interesting. 'We were talking about the sexual chemistry that there needs to be in a relationship to make it work, not only in fiction, but for real,' she added.
Jenny looked a bit confused, but then Ross joined in the conversation. Looking directly at my wife he said: 'Sometimes you just have to give in to temptation, even though it goes against our modern conventions of civilised behaviour.'
It was so obvious to me that, while Laura had been giving me the come-on in the lounge, her husband had been trying to make out with Jenny in the kitchen. This would explain her flustered appearance when they came back to join us, as well as his Cheshire cat grin as he followed her into the room. My guess was that he'd had a grope of her ass and had not been entirely rebuffed.
Well, this was a real turn up and no mistake! There was me lusting after Laura while my overweight wife and Laura's fat husband had found a mutual attraction over the kitchen table!
This was going to take some tricky handling, but in my vivid imagination, the four of us were longing to swap partners and might well be doing that before the night was over.
I glanced at Laura, who seemed to have reached the same conclusions as me and who gave me a seductive smile as she sat back on the sofa and continued to sip her cocktail.
Pulling out the cherry that floated on the end of a cocktail stick in the golden liquid inside her glass, she sucked it slowly, allowing her sweet, kissable lips to completely enclose the soft round fruit before pulling it out of her mouth in a sexy 'I want to suck your cock now' kind of way.
Luckily, Jenny and Ross seemed not to have noticed Laura's behaviour, having moved across to the window seat, which curved around the bay window at the front of the house, looking out over the front lawns and rose beds.
They seemed to be engaged in a whispered conversation of their own and it didn't take a genius to work out what they were discussing. Their body language said it all.
Jenny looked radiant, if a little flushed and Ross's double chins were wobbling with excitement as he warmed to his charm offensive, clearly hoping that he might soon be getting to know his hostess much more intimately.
Laura had put down her drink and moved closer towards me on the sofa, so that our thighs were touching. I still had a bulge in my crotch, but it had subsided enough not to be quite so obvious.
However, as soon as I felt the warmth of Laura's thigh against my own, the stirrings I had been managing to suppress began to return, especially when Laura leaned in close and whispered in my ear: 'I think we might both get what we want later by the look of it.'
Sliding back along the seat she smiled widely at me jerking her head towards the other two, who were still engaged in an intimate tete-a-tete and totally unaware that they were being observed from the sofa.
Deciding it was time to move things along a bit more quickly, I stood up and called over to Jenny: 'Do you want me to help you serve up, sweetheart?'
Jenny wrenched her gaze away from Ross and, rather testily I felt, replied: 'It's all under control, thank you,' the last two words spoken with great emphasis to underline her annoyance that I had broken the erotic spell between the pair of them.
I followed Jenny into the kitchen while Laura and Ross took their places at the dining room table. After a salmon salad starter, the main meal was a simple chicken casserole, with a variety of vegetables, followed by a light dessert of strawberries and meringue, all washed down by several bottles of an excellent white wine.
By the time we returned to the lounge for coffees, the women were quite giggly and the atmosphere was highly charged as we each contemplated how the evening might end.
Jenny and Ross sat on the sofa together, unashamedly close enough for their bodies to be touching, while I steered Laura over to the window seat, from where we could see the last rays of the setting sun as the day drew to a close.
Laura put her mouth close to my ear and whispered: 'What happens now then Kenny? Is this where you offer to show me the sunset from outside in the garden?'
I'd been racking my brains, trying to think of a way of getting her alone, but as soon as she asked the question I realised just how easy it would be if the two of us went outside.
God knows why I hadn't thought of it myself, but I winked at her gratefully and nodded towards the door. Jenny and Ross were too engrossed in their own conversation to even notice that we had left the room and I was soon steering Laura around to the rear of the house and down towards the summer house at the end of the long back garden.
Slipping inside, I locked the door behind us and pulled Laura roughly into my arms, clamping my lips to hers and rubbing my hands over her firm tits and ass as she tugged at my fly zip in her eagerness to get at my cock.
There was a day bed along one wall of the summer house and I scooped Laura off the floor and carried her over to it, dropping down beside her and slipping my eager fingers under the hem of her skirt to seek out the bare flesh of her thighs that she'd flashed at me earlier in the evening.
I met no resistance as I inched my way across to her hot mound and wormed my fingers inside the gusset of her damp panties. Laura had been busy, too, finally releasing my cock from the confines of my trousers just as I was pushing my finger inside the swollen lips of her wet hairless pussy.
The sound of her moans as I rubbed her clit and added a second finger inside her welcoming cunt soon had me fully hard and I rolled on top of her, replacing my fingers with my cock as I began to give her the good fucking she longed for.
Laura's legs were wide open as I pounded my stiff prick inside her hot pussy and she became very vocal as her orgasm got closer, urging me to: 'Fuck me hard, you horny bastard! Fill me with your cum!' an instruction I was only too pleased to obey, pumping my hot, sticky jism deep inside her while she yelped with pleasure as we climaxed together.
It had all happened so fast that I'd not even had time to get her blouse off and pull out her magnificent pert tits, but I lost no time in doing so as we recovered from our initial coupling and was soon suckling on her stiff nipples while she stroked my softening cock back to life.
Squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts while I sucked hard on each nipple in turn I could hear Laura's breaths getting shorter as she became turned on by my attention to her erogenous zones.
'Oh God, Kenny. That feels so good,' she murmured as I ran my tongue around her aureoles and nuzzled into her cleavage. 'I'd love to feel your cock between them,' she added, having stroked it back to full erection.
Quickly removing the rest of my clothes, having stripped Laura of the rest of hers already, I knelt on the bed, with one knee each side of her body and pushed my cock between her tits.
Laura squeezed them together and licked the precum from the bulging purple head of my manhood, as I slid it in and out of her cleavage. I could feel my balls getting tighter as my spunk began to well up again and moved forwards until my cock was inside Laura's open mouth, which I fucked hard until I shot my load down her throat.
Moving down her naked body I kissed her sticky lips and worked my way down towards her pussy, poking my tongue inside her still swollen labia and seeking out her stiff little bud. As I licked out her pussy Laura jerked on the bed underneath me and finally came with a shout when I stuck my finger inside her ass hole whilst nibbling on her clit.
'God, you don't know what that does to me!' she said as we lay side by side recovering.
'What's that?' I asked, pretending not to know what she meant.
'Having your finger inside my bottom of course,' she said, giggling. 'It makes me go all unnecessary!'
'So, if it was my cock in there instead you'd be in heaven?' I suggested, trailing my fingers around her breasts and down across her belly towards her slit.
Laura groaned and closed her eyes as I rubbed her pussy before turning away from me so that my cock was pressing against her ass crack. 'Yes please,' she said, pushing backwards. 'I want you to fuck my ass.'
I didn't need telling twice and soon had my swollen glans inside her ass hole where, despite the tight fit it was soon pumping in and out of her little brown rosebud as she grunted with pleasure at the feeling of the full seven inch length my cock filling her back passage.
Finger fucking her pussy at the same time as I was fucking her ass, I soon had her to orgasm and she squirted her juices over my hand several times before I filled her ass with my hot spunk.
It was the perfect end to our tryst in the summer house and, by the time we'd dressed and crept back through the long evening shadows into the house we were both feeling fully satisfied.
Creeping up to the lounge door we peeped through the crack between the hinges and saw that Jenny and Ross had still not missed us.
Both naked, they were lying on the rug in front of the hearth, with Jenny sitting cowgirl-style on top of her lover, impaled by his cock which she was riding for all she was worth.
Her giant tits bounced up and down with a slapping noise as Ross thrust up into my wife's untamed pussy. 'Oh yes, yes, yes!' she cried out as her climax approached. 'Fuck me hard Big Boy! Shag me like the slut wife I am!'
It could so easily have been a scene out of one of my more fanciful stories and I would have stayed to watch my wife cuckolding me for much longer, but Laura had other ideas.
'They'll be ages yet,' she whispered. 'Ross will need several club sandwiches after this! Time for you to take me up to bed Tiger. I'm going to be your hot bitch and it's going to be a long night, so I hope you've got plenty of stamina!'
And she wasn't wrong and nor did I disappoint her, but that's another story . . .
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