Rediscovering Jenny Pt 04

Part Four

I confirmed the start date with Tony and scheduled delivery of the required materials for day one. It was only a three, maybe a four day job, and I put my best team on it. I had arranged for the materials to be delivered early and told the guys not to be late, as that particular morning I had to quote for another job.

It was nearer to noon when I checked in for a progress report. Tony was my ex-father-in-law and together with his wife, Jenny -- with whom I'd had a couple of steamy sex sessions -- they owned the impressive house where my company was about to carry out some work.

As I drove up in my 4×4, I could see the company trucks parked in the large driveway of the property and rather than knock on the front door, I went straight around the back and spotted my guys hard at it.

Tim, who was my main man, spotted me and came over to update me. Tim had been with me since I started the business, even attended my wedding, so he also knew Tony and Jenny a little.

"Lady muck seems to have mellowed in her old age." He commented. "Even brought tea and coffee out. Much more friendly than I remember her. And I'll tell what, your ex mother-in-law has got some body on her for an old bird."

"If she was thirty years younger, I'd give her bash." It was the voice of Steve interjecting crudely.

He was the youngest guy on the team. I looked at Steve intending to rebuke him but thought better of it. Instead, I offered him a further thought. "She is a bit of snob." I said. "Makes Margo from 'The Good Life' look downtrodden!"

Then I realised he probably had no idea who Margo was, never possibly seeing an episode of the comedy series. Steve looked at me quizzically and I felt guilty about making derogatory remarks about Jenny's good character.

"Heads up, the lady of the house approaching" Tim said.

I looked around to see Jenny walking from the house carrying a tray of hot drinks. "Time for a refill." Jenny said. "I've brought you one too, Paul. I saw you arrive." Jenny placed the tray of drinks on a pallet of concrete blocks. I was knocked back by her friendly, cheerful manner, not to mention the way she was dressed.

She was really bubbly, a side that she rarely showed to strangers, especially the hired help. But it was how she was dressed that really surprised me. Jenny handed out the tea and coffee giving me the chance to take in every detail of her outfit.

Usually attired in smart skirts and blouses or elegant dresses, Jenny was today wearing jeans. Tight fitting jeans, which must have contained a certain amount of Lycra in the material because they fitted over her arse like a second skin. And to go with snug fitting jeans, Jenny wore a white tee-shirt tucked into the waistband.

The material clinging so beautifully I could clearly follow the outline and pattern of a full bra supporting her lovely big tits. And to cap off the semi casual look Jenny wore red high heels. Christ, she looked good! Sensational even, and the impression I got was that she had made this effort all for my benefit, something that pleased me intensely.

But just then Tony appeared and any thoughts I harboured about Jenny being alone and possibly up for some fun were scuppered. "Hi Paul," Tony said shaking hands with me. "Good to see you. I see the lads have made a good start and they assure me the job will be completed in plenty of time for the weekend."

"Yes, it certainly looks that way." I replied. Jenny announced she was going to prepare a light lunch and headed back into the house.

There was a deafening silence as several pairs of lustful eyes turned and watched her walking rhythmically along the garden path in time to the clicking of her red heels. I wondered if she was wearing a girdle, because her arse looked so fucking firm and tight.

It was Tony who broke up the salacious moment. "On the subject of Jennys surprise party, Paul, you will come won't you?" Tony said catching me of guard. "Yeah, oh yeah, I'll definitely be here" I replied without really thinking, my thoughts still on Jenny's tight rear. One of the guys fired up a small digger preventing any further conversation, so we moved away. "How are things with you and Jenny? Does she have any idea about the party?" I asked. Tony gave me a puzzled look. "I don't know." He ventured. "I really can't read her moods, so up and down.

Remember the evening we were all at the club, Jenny had been playing tennis? Well, she was all sweetness and light as we drove home, but once indoors she totally changed. Said she was tired from her game and wanted an early night." My ears pricked up. In a fit of pique intended to spite me, I recalled her saying that she intended to fuck Tony when they got home.

Now, according to Tony, she didn't fuck him. It was all show, possibly for my benefit.

"It's a major birthday for Jenny, maybe it's that." I said offering Tony a theory, but in my head I was back to that evening at the golf club, fucking Jenny in the ladies changing room.

I had managed to bring out the slut in her, even left her wanting more of my cock. But her aloofness had kicked in and Jenny told me there was not going to be no more hanky-panky between us. It was over. She had no intention of defiling her marriage to Tony any further. But I knew she wanted more of my cock. She couldn't help herself.

I had awakened her sexual demons and if I was prepared to wait, I was sure my patience would be rewarded, I was sure. However, the dirty, egotistical mind I possessed couldn't resist speculating on whether the early night she had protested about, was in order to achieve further self-inflicted orgasms. A thought that salved my sexual bravado. But probably more along the lines of being scared that Tony might suspect she'd already been fucked, as he ploughed her cum filled pussy. I wondered whether the coming days could bring rapprochement between Jenny and me. But that train of thought was quickly knocked on the head when Tony said he would be around for the duration of the work.

This was disappointing news, as it removed any possible opportunity I might have to be alone with Jenny. "So I will see you on Sunday then." Tony continued. "The weather forecast is looking good so we will be out here in the garden for the party, hopefully." Later that day I phoned my ex-wife, Sally, to ask about gift ideas for Jenny's birthday.

Sally would be at the party but that wouldn't be an issue for either of us. We had both moved on since the divorce. Sally now lived in the north with her new partner, David, an accountant. He was a timid character but the marriage suited Sally, as it gave her dominance in the relationship. Not sexually, just the chance to act arrogant and peremptory, in other words a stuck up snob like her mother.

The building project was completed well within schedule and with the new summer house in place, looking really good, everything was set for Jenny's birthday party. I bought a present for Jenny but was still unsure about going to the party shindig.

Having to watch Jenny interacting with Tony and Sally in her domestic environment might feel like a kick in the balls. However, come Sunday, and the chance to ogle the woman of my desire at close quarters, I showered, donned my best casual outfit and made my way there.

I arrived by taxi and paid off the driver. I could hear music and chatter coming from the rear of the house so I walked around the side to find a large number of guests already enjoying themselves on the lawn. All had full glasses and my arrival went unnoticed.

"Well, you are looking good. Being single obviously suits you." It was Sally. She kissed me on the cheek. I had not seen her for over six months, but we had spoken on the phone many times sorting out legal stuff connected with our divorce. Immediately I sensed a change in Sally for the better.

I may have misread the moment, but some of her stuck up, privileged demeanour seemed to have slipped, making her appear a little more chilled out; maybe divorce suited her too. Sally walked me to the bar and handed me a glass of champagne. Whilst chatting further my eyes scanned the garden for her mother.

I eventually spotted Jenny further down the lawn talking to a group of friends. She was wearing a classic calf-length summer dress with a halter top showing off her magnificent breasts to great effect. She saw me looking and gave me a smile of acknowledgement before resuming her conversation.

My lengthy observation of her mother didn't go unnoticed by Sally. "Have you seen much of mum? I know you did the work on the summer house, and the job looks great by the way, but have you seen anything of her socially?" I tried not to look to guilty as Sally posed the question. "Yeah, a couple of times recently. Last time was at the golf club. She was playing tennis." I answered trying to sound matter of fact.

"I am a bit worried about her." Sally confessed. "I stayed over last night and got talking to dad. He is really concerned about her mood swings and her weird behaviour. Not like mum at all."

My ears pricked up hoping to glean some information that would benefit my lustful pursuit of my ex mother- in-law. "They had a row this morning, which was most unusual." Sally said. "What did they row about?" I asked casually.

"Well dad told her about the birthday party and she was really pleased. So she shot straight upstairs to pick out a dress to wear. But when she returned wearing the dress she'd selected, that's when the trouble started. Jesus, Paul you should have seen her. The dress was short and low cut with spaghetti straps. Now, I don't have to tell you of all people, that mum has big boobs and they looked as if they were about to flop out at any second. Dad and I both said we didn't think it was suitable for the party, and that's when it really kicked off. Christ, I have never seen mum dressed like that, but I have to admit she looked terrific in a sultry, tarty way."

I wanted to agree with Sally's opinion of her mum, but thought better of it. "Also," Sally continued. "Dad is worried she might be having an affair. Especially given the way she wanted to dress. He wondered if it could be someone here at the party today. A lover she wanted to tease." Sally scanned the guests standing around in the garden trying to pick out a suitable candidate.

"An affair! No fucking way. Not your to mum." I replied hoping her gaze didn't settle on me. "She is sixty today for God's sake, too old to be sleeping around, surely."

"Come off it, Paul. You know as well I do that older women are much in vogue. The desired sexual object for younger men. Mature women with young lovers, its all over the internet. Mrs Robinson and all that. I reckon if she had the mind to find a young lover, she'd have no problems. I mean just look at her, Paul. She always looks after herself. Always looks great." Sally said appraising her mum's body. I struggled to keep the smugness off my face. But in my head I was running through some sordid memories of our previous fucks. I felt a hand on my shoulder and Sally drifted away.

"Paul, I can't thank you enough for the job on the summer house and patio. Everyone is saying how great it looks." It was Tony. He then introduced the person with him. "This is Chris, one of my golfing buddies. He is looking to have some work done at his place and wondered if you'd care to quote for him." Tony said. For the next half an hour the guy bored me with his plans. But it was party time not drumming up business time. I eventually gave him a business card telling him to email me to fix a meeting. But he was a persistent sod.

"I believe you were married to Tonys daughter, Sally." I didn't like the guy's intrusive manner.

"Lucky you. Not just being married to Sally, but being around Jenny too, What a woman! What a body! I have always fancied her." Chris said, which I thought was a bit much. But I guess the drink was kicking in a little and put his ribald comments down to just that.

The afternoon ambled on and I remembered Jenny's present I'd left in the car. I went to collect it but when I returned to the garden, Jenny was missing. I spotted her in the kitchen cutting up birthday cake. I walked in and closed the door. Jenny looked up. She instantly detected the desire in my eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Please, no silly games, Paul. Not here. Not today." Jenny said sternly. I held up my hands as a sign of surrender. "I just wanted to give you your birthday present" I said handing the gift bag to Jenny. "Here you are, happy birthday." Jenny seemed to relax and mellow a little knowing that I wasn't going to hassle her. She reached into the bag and pulled out a wrapped box. I could tell she was nervous being alone with me, but then her mood lightened as she opened the gift.

"Oh gosh, my favourite." Jenny said extracting a bottle of designer perfume. "I admit to asking Sally what your favourite was." I confessed. "Is that the perfume you wore when we fucked? " I was pushing my luck. "I always wondered what made you smell so great." I added moving closer.

My coarse comment was met with a stern look. Jenny then spotted a second gift in the bag and pulled it out. She started to unwrap it but stopped and pushed the present back into the gift bag, when she realised what it was. A set of lingerie.

"They're your size. I recalled the bra size from the time in the changing room. It was sitting on top of your clothes and I saw the label clearly. The panties and suspender belt I guessed at. Do you like the lovely electric blue colour?" Jenny looked at me disapprovingly.

"Do you really think these are an appropriate present to give your ex mother in-law?" Jenny spat out. "It was expensive," I said glibly ignoring her disapproval. "The sort of thing you would choose to wear if you are out looking to get fucked, like that night you were out with friends. When we hooked up the first time." I was in the mood to bait her.

"I seem to remember you had sexy stuff on that night." Jenny's irritation was rising to the surface and she was preparing to give me both barrels, when Sally came into the kitchen.

"Come on mum. We're all waiting for some cake." Then Sally saw Jenny's gift bag sitting on the work top. "Hello, what's this?" She said seeing the perfume and reaching out to pick up the gift bag.

"Ooh, perfume, very nice." But Jenny beat her and slid the bag away from Sally's out stretched hand. "Ah, Paul had just given me my birthday present."

I was hoping and praying Sally hadn't noticed the tissue wrapped lingerie also in the bag. Jenny loaded a plate with slices of cake and gave it to Sally who took it and left, leaving me alone with Jenny once more. "I hope I get to see you wearing my gift at some point." I coaxed. But Jenny was still vexed at my choice of present. "Look, Paul, we need to put an end to this once and for all. "Meet me for coffee tomorrow morning. Do you know "The Comfy Café?" It's a trendy new coffee shop on the high street. I'll see you there at eleven." Jenny paused. "Now, please no more making me feel uncomfortable. Not today. Not with Tony and Sally here." Jenny said.

I smiled "Yes, I know the place. Look forward to seeing you there." I took a slice of birthday cake and headed for the kitchen door. "Please wear the lingerie tomorrow." I implored over my shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your birthday." I said walking out.

The party went on well into the evening, with guests beginning to get tiddly. I was admiring the women and the effectiveness of the new patio lights, when Sally slid alongside me. "You did a good job Paul." She said adding. "But then you were always good with your hands." Her voice was soft, almost seductive.

We were standing apart from the other guests watching Tony and Jenny becoming animated over something. "I hope mum is going to be OK." Sally mused. She was definitely concerned about her mum's behaviour.

"She's such a different person these days. One minute she is moody and moaning at dad, but look at her now, pretty merry. Clinging on to dad's arm for support."

"Merry," I burst out. "Pissed as a proverbial more like." I replied with a smile.

"Exactly, I don't remember ever seeing mum drunk. And look at that mate of dads, Chris isn't it, he's all over her and with dad standing there too. Wait a tick. He could be the one she might be seeing?" Sally surmised

"Could be. They seem pretty friendly, don't they? And he did mention to me earlier that he fancied your mum." I replied. "And talking of drinking too much, you've been knocking it back this afternoon." "Well, seeing you again......" Sally paused.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. But I do wonder whether we did right by divorcing. Dad is always saying how good and hard working you are. He really likes you." Sally slipped her arm through mine bringing us closer and I sensed she was about to open up about something intimate.

"Paul, I know you wanted something more adventurous in the way of sex, but I couldn't give it to you. I just wasn't comfortable with that part of our marriage. However, right now I could do with a little excitement in my life." Sally looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

Was it the birthday champagne talking, I wondered. She might just as well have said 'Paul, I need a fuck and need it to be you, just for old times' sake.' But those words remained unspoken. Sex had always been very low down on her relationship agenda. But I guess people can change. I found myself enjoying Sally's company.

Her acknowledgement of the state of our marriage and why it went wrong, and the fact she was blaming herself, sat well with my self-assurance. I sipped more beer and returned to lusting after the sixty-year birthday girl, trying to avoid rehashing the past with my ex. I admired the way Jenny's dress clung to her hips and meaty arse, and the fact that I'd fucked both Sally and her mum made me smirk. I couldn't stop myself grinning.

Without doubt Jenny was the better fuck. She wasn't slim and trim like Sally, but that didn't matter. It was the taboo nature of our relationship and the fact that Jenny, having fulfilled my older woman fantasy, was now becoming an older woman obsession.

Sally clung to my arm. She was literally legless and still making it pretty obvious she was up for some hanky-panky. But I began to notice several of the guests taking their leave and thought it was time for me to park her with Tony and Jenny to enable my own escape. So I guided her to her parents.

"Thank you so much for my perfume," Jenny said. "And the work you did on the garden. We are so grateful. Aren't we darling?" There was definitely a hint of the naughty as she kissed me goodnight. Jenny's desire was bubbling just under the surface, so maybe Tony would get his leg over tonight. I certainly wouldn't!

The following day I pitched up outside the Comfy Café at the appointed time. I could see Jenny's Audi S4 Sportback parked down the road a way, so I guessed she was already inside waiting for me. I walked in mentally prepared for everything Jenny had to say about ending our affair. She had secured a table a little way away from the rest of the patrons, and the large street window, and she was looking sensational. I greeted her and sat down.

"Considering how drunk you were yesterday," I said. "You're looking fabulous this morning." A young girl came to take our coffee order.

"I must admit to feeling rubbish when I woke up. But after a shower and a little breakfast I felt fine." Jenny was sounding friendly and relaxed.

"So what's this all about Jenny?" I asked. "Another opportunity to convince yourself you don't want what we have going on." Jenny dipped her head before looking up at me.

"I wanted to have an honest talk. My head is all over the place since we got together that first time. I have been trying to come to terms with things and decide where to go from here." Jenny practically whispered. I was taken aback, half expecting her usual lecture about staying away. But strangely that wasn't the vibe I was getting.

"So, tell me exactly what's on your mind. I can understand your moral dilemma, being married and me your ex son-in-law." I said. "But what's happened between us has been so exciting, I can't begin to think about other girls."

The waitress brought our coffees bringing the conversation to a halt, When she left, Jenny picked up on her thread. "As I grew older -- into my fifties -- I began to realise that my sex life was non-existent. It wasn't all that great before to be honest, but compared with girl friends of my age, who were still at it, my share was zilch. I began fantasising about having sex with a stranger. Someone who would excite me, please me and most importantly, fulfil my desires. But that's all it was, just a fantasy. Then we met up that evening and you did give me everything I'd dreamed of, but at a price. I felt so terrible afterwards for...." Jenny paused. I stepped in. "..... for being unfaithful." I offered.

"Well yes, being unfaithful and the guilt that came with it. The guilt of enjoying myself so much. That night was everything I hoped it would be." Jenny's honesty was beginning to sound like a change of heart.

"Then you came to the house that afternoon and I tried to convince you, and myself for that matter, that I didn't want anything to do with you, but I relented, the attraction was so huge. I wanted more of what I enjoyed that first night." Jenny paused again and took a sip of her coffee. "Gosh, Paul, this is so difficult for me."

It was obvious Jenny needed to talk, to unload her guilty soul. But to what end. Maybe she wasn't looking to end our relationship. I felt a surge of elation, not to mention a certain surging in the groin area.

"So what about the evening at the golf club. You seemed more pissed off than hot for sex." "Oh my God, Paul, don't remind me. The mix of emotions that evening was incredible. The fear of getting caught in the changing room coupled with the urgency of the sex was mind blowing. Yes, I was kind of annoyed at you. If we had been caught it would have meant the end of my marriage." I detected a slight change in the way she spoke, as she recalled the briefest of fucks we'd had.

She was mellowing, remembering the three times I had fucked her and I could swear she was getting excited at the memory. I decided to impose myself and encourage her thinking to see where see where this all was going.

"So, the three times we have fucked you have really enjoyed it. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"Oh God. Of course I enjoyed it. Very much so. You'll never know the extent of my frustration. It's been eating away at me for years. I even look at online pornography, which is an eye opener. So much going on and so much I hadn't done or tried. But thanks to you, Paul, I'm a little more conversant."

I reached across the table and took Jenny's hand in mine. On a fanciful whim to try and ingratiate myself with her, I lifted it to my lips and kissed it. "My darling Jenny." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "It's been a privilege and an honour to make love to you. You're a wonderful lady and your body is fabulous."

"Thank you, Paul, you are a very considerate man." Secretly, I was laying odds of 5/4 that we'd end up in bed later. But Jenny hadn't finished unburdening her soul yet. So I allowed her to continue.

"But I do wonder about the deep-rooted feelings in my sexual psyche. Should I have such inveterate emotions?" "What feelings are these, Jenny?" I wanted to know.

"Well, to date I've always been the submissive partner, whether it was Tony, or yourself, Paul. It was you who took the lead when we have had sex. and I loved that you did. However, sometimes I want to play a more active role, to dictate the pace sometime. Lying on my back and looking at the ceiling while being fucked isn't always for me."

"I can understand that perfectly, Jenny. Perhaps that chance will arrive sooner than you think." I answered smugly. I slashed the odds of fucking Jenny. I was now 6/5 on. My comment brought a pause in the conversation giving me the chance to study Jenny's face and her perfectly applied make-up. I'd already deduced she was wearing the perfume I'd bought as a gift and it got me wondering about the accompanying blue lingerie.

For today's Comfy Cafe assignation, Jenny had chosen to wear a simple yet elegant short-sleeved dress of knee length. It was made of a pale-blue lustrous material that buttoned from hem to bust, and her fantastic body filled it to the full -- seam splittingly so. Every time Jenny moved or crossed her legs, the dress rustled and her stockings hissed. It was an issue that weighed heavy, causing my cock much aggravation.

"Phew, it's warm in here." Jenny said wafting the air in front of her face with a napkin, while the fingers of her other hand surreptitiously undid the top button of her dress leaving a sizeable gap to the next one down.

She dropped the napkin and leaned forward exhibiting her deep, deep cleavage encased in blue satin and lace. "Christ, Jenny. Is that the blue lingerie I bought?"

"Yes, as you can clearly see. It fits lovely and looks so good on me." Jenny's voice was extremely seductive.

Suddenly the mood became intense and sexually charged. "Are you wearing the suspender belt and stockings, as well?" I asked. Jenny looked me straight in the eye. "Yes, I am wearing stockings. You know I like to wear stockings, when I can." Jenny replied.

"I was pretty sure you were. I can hear them rasping when you move your legs. And today you are wearing them especially for me. You gorgeous sexy bitch. Are you feeling horny, turned on by all this talk? I know I am. My cock is really hard." Jenny screwed up her eyes and pouted her full red lips indicating her desire. I was in the winner's enclosure! "Jenny, please don't tease." I begged. "Unless you really mean it."

"I do mean it, Paul. I feel Horny and very excited. It's the same every time I'm around you. You arouse my baser instinct, and I have no defence. So there, you know. I'm not going to fight you, Paul, or rail against any feelings of guilt. I'm going to ignore them. I've made up my mind. I want you to fuck me and I want to feel free to embrace all my desires, and your cock!"

"Shall we pay the bill and leave?" I suggested.

The waitress took her time coming to the table and I spent it exploring Jenny's cleavage further and the seductive, titillating blue bra that was crating it. I had just witnessed Jenny's rebirth. A magical, a lightbulb moment for her and I was pleased she was comfortable opening up to me.

Where was that bloody waitress? I fancied the idea of watching porn with the liberated Jenny. Seeing what made her heartbeat faster and maybe attempt some of the more daring positions. I put the suggestion to her. "I only glanced at it a couple of times." She replied trying to dissuade me of the fact it was a regular thing with her.

"Things can get really intense if the on-screen action is mutually exciting." I said. "Especially the physical action, when the performers are going for their big climax. Christ, Jenny, the more I think about it the more I'd love to fuck you while you're watching couples fuck on screen. The thrill and excitement of cumming over your face while I make you cum also. We must do that soon."

"Anything, Paul. I'll try anything new with you." The thought watching some stud spunking over his partner's face while fingering her to a climax appeared to be getting Jenny hot under the collar. She was breathing hard, practically panting. "I need some fresh air, Paul. All this naughty talk is getting me hyper-horny."

"I'm not exactly feeling immune myself." The waitress finally came over and I settled for the coffees. Outside on the pavement I asked Jenny if Tony was at home.

"Yes" Jenny said. "Unfortunately." Her disappointment was written large across her face.

"Come on let's go." I said. "We'll use your car before you get a parking ticket." "Where are you taking me?" Jenny wanted to know. I took arm and guided her to the Audi, then told her the name of the street. She said she knew where it was.

A five minute drive later we were pulling up outside a scruffy old lock-up, I sometimes used for storing materials. I pulled the keys out and unlocked the door, then led Jenny inside.

"Why couldn't we go to your apartment?" "Because I have plumbers working on the heating system, and we could hardly use a hotel." As soon as we were inside, I pinned Jenny up against the wall and kissed her. She responded and I felt her urgency, as I hauled up the front of her dress. "Oh no. Not here, please." Jenny protested looking around at the dirty, dusty surroundings. I ignored her protestations and dropped to my knees. Face to face with the silky blue panties I had bought her, I pulled them them aside exposing her freshly shaved pussy. She was wet and I dived in to feast on her dripping snatch before moving on to suck her clit. It wasn't long before Jenny, already in a highly aroused state, submitted further to her desire and dug her fingernails into my hair. My frenzied greed drove me to push a couple of digits into her pussy and finger fuck her while still licking and sucking her clit. Jenny's torment was my torment and after ensuring she was hot, wet and ready for my cock, I pulled the blue panties down to her knees.

"No, not here" Jenny protested making a grab for her panties. I pushed her hand away roughly not caring if I hurt her, and tore them off. Then, standing up, I used my foot to force her legs apart, while keeping her dress hitched up. "Not here, Paul. Please no." Jenny's misgivings were wavering and her opposition to being fucked in such awful surroundings half hearted. The building stank of piss and graffiti covered the walls.

There was debris across the floor, including two old mattresses obviously used by rough sleepers. It was a situation and locality way out of Jenny's comfort zone as could possibly be.

Jenny screamed out as I eased my cock into her puffy wetness. Pushing hard I made her flinch, as the mature softness of her bum cheeks slammed again the cold, bare brick of the wall behind her. I was in control totally, balls deep inside my posh ex mother-in-law, fucking her hard.... and she was fucking loving it!

"Tell me you love it like this." I panted snarling into Jenny's face. "Tell me you love it deep and hard and frantic. Come on you dirty old bitch, tell me you love my big cock up your pussy fucking you deep and hard."

"Paul, you are so fucking big. You're filling me up, stretching me wide. Oh God I love it. Do it! Do it! Fuck me hard" Jenny screamed; her inhibitions released.

I increased my pace forcing Jenny to gasp for breath. Suddenly, I pulled out, spun her around and bent her forward. Her hands slapped against the wall and for a moment I gazed at her peachy bum, red and scratched from smashing again the brick wall.

"Jenny, this knee-trembler is wonderful. It's fabulous having my cock inside your mature wet cunt. Forcing you to fuck in surroundings not exactly salubrious, but knowing you're enjoying every second." The crudity of my words were an additional thrill and aphrodisiac for Jenny. "But, I enjoy fucking you the most, from behind." My words accompanied my cock as it jammed hard into from behind. I started fucking again feeling her pushing back to meet my urgent thrusts, the slushy sound of her sloppy wet cunt echoing around the empty storeroom.

I ran my hands over her thighs enjoying the touch of taught blue suspenders holding up expensive black, Cuban-heel stockings. I was savouring the experience of this sleazy fuck. Mutual desires being played out in such squalor.

Revelling in the humiliation of making Jenny suffer and knowing she needed to fuck so urgently she was prepared to open her legs for me in a filthy dive like this. With the thought that the posh bitch was taking my busy cock the way I wanted her to, I eyed the nearest disgusting mattress and for a second contemplated moving Jenny onto all fours and finishing there. But, that would have been a step to far for us both at this stage.

Jenny was giving vent to my thick cock fucking her sloppy, promiscuous, pussy by screaming over her shoulder at me. "Oh God, Paul. This is so good. I want more of this. I need your fucking cock so desperately." I continued pummelling her hard, but sensed I was near to finishing. It was becoming more difficult to control Jenny's thrusting, receptive hips, and so I took a grip on her blue suspender belt, hooking my fingers into the waistband.

"Do you want my cum? My hot load?" I asked with breathless voice that contained as much vulgarity as I could muster. I received the reply I wanted to hear. "Oh yes, give it me! Give it me! Give it me please, Paul."

Jenny's response fuelled my own aching frenzy and reaching forward, I grabbed her carefully coiffured hair pulling her head back. "You have to earn it." I snarled pulling hard on her hair enough to make her wince.

My extreme action only intensified Jenny's need for more of my cock. She pushed back at my eager thrusting member with renewed energy, her pussy craving more; we fucked frantically.

"I will earn it. I will do whatever you want. Make me your cum slut, Paul. Please. Please. I want you to take me, Paul." Jenny wailed.

I let go of her tousled hair. I swear if anyone had walked in on us we would have just carried on.

In a lascivious change of direction I reached around and underneath Jenny, roughly grabbing handfuls of her big tits. I squeezed them hard, harder than I had ever done before discerning Jenny's discomfort. But her only reaction was to shriek more obscenities at me. "Fuck yes, squeeze my big tits. They're all yours Paul." Jenny screamed. "Fuck me, squeeze my tits, send me home to my husband with your hot seed dripping from my cunt." Even as she screamed those words I started to cum, pumping my load deep into Jenny's welcoming pussy. My climax surpassed all expectation making my knees go weak and I clung to Jenny's ample hips for support. And in the throes of cumming my aesthetic appreciation of the beautiful blue suspenders taut over her beautifully rounded arse enthused me to thrust and squirt, until every last drop of cum was drained from my balls.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes relishing the climactic moment, until a semblance of normality returned. I became concerned that we could be disturbed and thought to move things along quicker. As I pulled back, I saw some of my cum trickling down Jenny's inner thighs and pooling on her black stocking tops. And as I withdrew totally, a stream of juices flooded from Jenny. She straightened up looking a total mess with her hair dishevelled and dress still hoisted up. She pulled it down into place smoothing out the crumpled material. Jenny brushed it down as best she could to make it look respectable.

"That was so good Jenny. You are fucking incredible." I said sorting myself out. I drew her closer and we kissed passionately, just as lovers do after copulating madly. "The next time we are together," I whispered in her ear. "I'm going to come in your mouth. I'm going to shoot my load between these posh lips and down your elegant fucking throat." I pushed two fingers into her mouth to emphasise my intention, also knowing it was something Jenny had never experienced before.

"Yes, yes. I will do that, if that's you want. I will do it." Jenny mumbled sucking on my fingers.

"Do you realise your wish is about to come true?" I said. "Oh, what wish is that."

"You wanted me to send you home to Tony with your cunt full of my seed."

"Yes you bastard, you've made sure of that. But most of it is dribbling down my thighs right now." Jenny replied light-heartedly.

Looking around the floor Jenny found her panties. She picked them up and used them to clean up my mess between her legs. When she'd wiped away as much as she could, Jenny pushed the silky blue lingerie into my face rubbing it over my lips and nose.

"There, you bastard. Feel nice do they?" I nodded. "Taste nice, do they?" A further nod.

"I need to go. I will call you." Jenny said. Neither of said much as we left the building, but I guess our minds were spinning in mutual post coital bliss. Plus, Jenny was probably dwelling on the fact she'd verbally offered herself up as my fuck buddy. As for me, all I could think about were the perverted ways I could exploit Jenny and her gorgeous mature body in the future.

Time to start thinking about 'project Jenny, mature fuck toy.' I can't explain why I continually needed to humiliate Jenny, or what it was that made me want to treat her in this fashion. To degrade and subdue her and exercise mastery over her. Maybe by admitting her submissive nature she had intuitively granted me licence to behave how I saw fit, in order to bring about mutual sexual pleasure and satisfaction. However, I had the feeling that, for all the time I had known this posh bitch she was constantly looking down her nose at me in condescension, I may be her "bit of rough" but this was working now, for both of us

I was fucking loving the arrangement. I watched Jenny drive away and made my way to where I'd left my car. Scenarios of Jenny flashing through my head.