How I Fulfilled My Husband's Fantasy Pt. 02

How I fulfilled my Husbands fantasy and what it led to - Part 2

If you haven't already read Part 1 of my story - maybe you would would like to before you read this.

After the excitement of me having sex with another man since Sam and I were married and being double penetrated, Sam and I settled down getting our restaurant business going.

The Restaurant and Bar were going well with our policies of a reasonably priced but above average quality menu, real beer and as important, employing attractive and confident young women as barmaids and waitresses to attract new business. We realized that we would need to reconfigure the downstairs area quite a bit if we wanted to increase business. We didn't have the funds at that time to do any of this and in any case we would need to get the Landlords permission to do anything even if we had the funds.

Although Mr Donegan the Landlord, had called in a couple of times I still hadn't met him as Sam had dealt with him up to now.

After his latest visit Sam said Mr D had reminded him that in the lease it said we were obliged to have one of his Fruit Machines in the Bar area. Sam had told him that it didn't really fit in with our style of business and customers. Mr D told Sam he did have Fruit Machines in other properties he leased and claimed they took quite a lot of money and that we'd be surprised how much. He said they only needed emptying every couple of months and that he would split the takings 50/50 with us. It sounded as if we couldn't lose so we agreed on the proviso that we could turn down the volume of the machine.

So the Fruit Machine duly arrived. It was about 2 months or so later that Mr D first turned up in his top of the range Mercedes to empty the machine.

He was right the Fruit machine was a success and by turning the volume right down it hadn't been too intrusive and only a few of the customers had even commented on it.

I got my first good look at Mr D who had that confident look of somebody who doesn't have to worry about money too much and I could tell he liked the ladies by the way he was eying me up and down. I wondered if he was a bit of a lech. I was used to being eyed up anyway so it didn't bother me unduly and I just smiled demurely back at him.

He was very smiley and jokey with pronounced smile lines round his eyes. I guess when he was younger he would have been reasonably good looking and a bit of a lad. He was a bit taller than me, with what looked like a little bit of a 'tum' but otherwise looked quite fit. His hair was greying and he was going a bit bald but not unattractively so.

After emptying the Fruit Machine Mr D and Sam went to the hotel office where they did the 'count'.

Sam was very pleasantly surprised at how much our share was with no effort on our part and no cost except the electric.

After that first time of emptying the machine whoever had the time assisted Mr D with the machine emptying and cash count.

The first time I assisted Mr D I said 'look I can't keep calling you Mr D can I, what I should call you'.

'How about calling me darling?' He quipped.

I couldn't help laughing at his cheek and replied 'I don't know you that well yet Mr D - what's your first name anyway?'

He replied Arthur, but said he hated it and he preferred being called Don after his surname Donegan.

I thought for a minute and then slowly said his surname 'Don - e - gan', how about I call you Donny it sounds more friendly?

'That'll do me, but what should I call you - Mrs B is not very friendly either is it?

'Well my name is Delilah but most people just call me Della so you could call me that if you like'.

Donny repeated 'Della - I like that' and then winking said 'I'm sure we are going to get on well Della!'

When Sam got home I told him that Mr D had been to empty the machine and that he kept making flirty comments. He said 'well you shouldn't be surprised, you do like to flirt so you can't blame men thinking you might just fancy them and he'll be no different in thinking he's got a chance with you'.

I snorted indignantly 'No way - and he's far too old for me but you know me being flirty is good for business and you've never minded, anyway don't forget he is our landlord and we don't want to get on the wrong side of him do we?'

Sam asked me how old I thought he was. I thought about mid to late fifties and Sam agreed.

The next time he came to empty the machine it was me who had to help Mr D as Sam had to go to the Cash & Carry.

When Sam got back I told him that Mr D had been openly flirty again and had asked me how my finer feelings were. I had never heard that expression before and asked Sam what it meant but he said he had no idea but suspected it might be something sexual, which is exactly what I thought.

The next few times Mr D came to empty the machines and Sam was also out at the Cash & Carry or busy in the Kitchen so I had to do the counting.

Each visit Mr D got bolder and bolder with his flirting and innuendo's and was craftily and casually 'touching me up' when we were close, sometimes putting his arms round my waist and letting his hand stray down to my bum giving it a little stroke. It came to a head when he came up behind me one day and slipped his hands round to cup and give my tit a quick squeeze and pushed his groin up against me, I could definitely feel a hard cock pressing against my bum cheeks. Him being our Landlord I didn't want to make a fuss so just said 'get off you dirty old bugger'. He just laughed and said 'what's a little squeeze between friends'?.

So I said to Sam he would have to be there to empty the machines in future as Mr D was quite a 'lech' and could become quite a pain. He said he would but when it came to the next machine emptying, surprise surprise he wasn't there!

So of course I had to deal with Mr D on my own again.

When we had emptied the machine we always did the counting in private in our office for security reasons and anyway we didn't really want the staff knowing how much the Fruit Machine took.

As I said before, his boldness toward me had grown over the recent visits so when we had finished counting he cornered me in the office making it difficult for me to get past him. As I tried to squeezed past he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him and holding me tight said 'how about a kiss then!'

I felt rather helpless him being our Landlord so I didn't feel I could push him off just like that so just said 'steady on Mr D' adding as light heartedly as I could 'you forget I'm a married woman'.

He laughed and said 'Well let me help you forget it too!

I couldn't help giggling at that but said 'I'm not very forgetful though'.

He pulled a sad face, so to try and bring it to an end I thought to myself that if I gave him a quick kiss he would stop so I said 'OK but only a quick peck on your cheek'.

It turned out that was a mistake as when he offered his cheek and I went to kiss it, at the last second he turned his head quickly catching me completely unawares so that I planted a kiss full on his lips. With his arms still holding me tight against him I couldn't get out of his clutches and before I could recover he had started kissing me more firmly so as it wasn't that bad a kiss I relaxed and started responding!

I knew he was getting aroused as I could feel the hardness of his cock on my tummy.

I managed to wriggled free, telling him he was 'a naughty boy' and I ought to give him a slap.

He laughed saying that kissing me was well worth getting a slap and he hoped he could look forward to me slapping him regularly.

I couldn't help laughing which probably wasn't the best thing to do as he could assume that I wasn't entirely unhappy about it.

When Sam got back from the Cash & Carry I reminded him that I had told him Mr D was coming on to me stronger and stronger and this last time he had a gone a step further and wanted me to kiss him and I didn't have any option but to let him.

Sam shrugged 'I told you so - you flirt with him so much he obviously thinks he's in with a chance, he's just testing you to see how far he can go with you'.

'Well I've told you now, he's an old man and a letch - what am I supposed to do - don't blame me if I end up upsetting him, it sounds as if you expect me to just put up with his attempts to kiss and grope me!'

Sam didn't answer!

It was only about a month after he had 'stolen' a kiss from me that Mr D phoned and straight away cheekily asked if I had enjoyed the kiss and wanted another.

'Cheeky bugger who do you think you are - God's gift to women?'

As he laughed I could picture him grinning to himself, he then said 'would you like to have lunch with me in the city sometime - like in the next day or two?'

I was surprised he thought I would even be interested but not wishing to upset him, I said well lunch would be nice but unwise, how would I explain it away if somebody who knew me saw us, me and my husband had dined in most of the good city restaurants and we know most of the owners well as we are all in the same trade.

'Fair point, but you are my tenant so you could just say it's a business lunch couldn't you'?

Then wanting to end the conversation I said 'well I could say that, but they might think something else is going on and I'm not your girlfriend Mr D!

'More's the pity' he replied and gave a dirty laugh - I had to stifle a laugh at that.

I told Sam of the lunch invitation and Mr D's last remark that it was a pity I wasn't his girlfriend.

I wasn't pleased when Sam laughed too.

It was over a month later that Mr D rang again to arrange to empty the fruit machine.

I told Sam he'd better make sure he was about so I could avoid him.

Sam said unfortunately he already had an appointment with the Bank in the morning about the overdraft so I would just have to do my best to try and avoid getting in any difficult positions with Mr D.

I asked him if he could change the appointment with the Bank as avoiding Mr D's attentions was easier said than done specially after Mr D's last performance.

Sam said he had been summoned by the Bank so he couldn't just cancel it!

'So I'm going to have to deal with him again on my own am I? What do you expect me to do, you do realise I may either have to go along with the dirty old buggers groping and kissing or put his nose out of joint. I've told you he's coming onto me stronger and stronger. I don't know what to do Sam, I don't want to upset him for obvious reasons, you will have to speak to him about it'.

Sam took a deep breath and said 'look he obviously fancies you rotten so why don't you let him have a kiss and a cuddle and then perhaps he'll stop bothering you?'

'What about if he's not satisfied with just a kiss and a cuddle though?'

Sam paused and took a deep breath before saying 'Well you've had sex with another man you didn't fancy and you quite enjoyed that didn't you?' adding 'anyway he fancies you so much he'd probably cum pretty quick so it would be all over in a minute!'

'Bloody Hell Sam!, yes I know I did enjoy having Paul but that was different he was about my own age wasn't he, not nearly an old age pensioner'.

I was shocked that Sam would even want to let an old man like Mr D fuck me.

Sam said 'come on, he's not that old is he?'

'He's nearly an old age pensioner Sam, but God, apart from his age he's definitely not my type at all I definitely don't want him on my sex CV'.

Then trying to make it sound as bad as possible, I continued with 'Uurgh! I bet he's all wrinkly and then there's his massively bad taste diamond ring and thick gold bracelet and I bet he's got a big gold neck chain as well - surely you're not serious - you don't really want me to - do you?'

The expression on Sam's face told me all I needed to know.

'You DO don't you, God I can't believe it'.

After a short pause he joked 'well if you do let him at least you would find out if he's got that gold neck chain?'

I couldn't help chuckling a bit at that 'look Sam it's not a joking matter, what if I upset him so he kicked us out of the Restaurant or even worse what if somebody local found out about it - that would be dreadful, I would never live down people knowing I had let an old goat like him have me, I mean what if he bragged about it, it would be awful wouldn't it?'

Sam took a deep breath 'well I've never heard him bragging about anything like that, or heard of him being a 'bragger' - don't forget he's married as well with a family so he would have a lot to lose and anyway we could just deny it'.

Sensing I was wavering, Sam added 'come on he's not that bad you like flirting with him and you said you quite liked him personally didn't you, he makes you laugh and he'll probably stop pestering you if you let him do it once'.

Still reeling a bit from Sam's attitude I retorted 'Or he might want more!'

I thought back to our experience with Paul and thought well that turned out well and I wasn't ever so keen at first. With that thought I realised I was starting to look for reasons why I might do it.

We did want to do some alterations and maybe if gave in to him I could persuade him to allow us to do the alterations and extension! Mmmm, I mean I didn't actually dislike him and he was quite good fun and quite jokey and he obviously fancies me - but he's very old!

Let's face it, it is a big step to go from not disliking somebody to letting them fuck you - not to mention somebody a lot older than you!, but then maybe it would be worth letting him fuck me just this once, just to get him to stop bothering me and maybe I could get him to pay for the improvements we wanted as well.

I decided that it wouldn't be all that bad - it was only one fuck - and although he may be a lot older than me and a bit lacking on the academic front I did enjoy his banter and his compliments. He's not what you would call repulsive and his native intelligence makes up for his lack of grammar, he wouldn't have succeeded in business if he was thick and I have always admired people who are successful in business.

So I persuaded myself! I realised that I hadn't even tried to find reasons why I shouldn't do it.

I had made my mind up, but didn't want to sound too keen to Sam saying to him 'I suppose it will give you a big turn on, so if you really want me to I will but only to shut you up and stop Mr D keep trying to grope me'.

After a suitable pause I added 'If I do and I mean IF I do, you are not going to think later that because of the Paul experience I have actually turned into an actual slut even if I do enjoy being one now and then? I mean you have talked me into it again haven't you?'

I could see Sam was trying to suppress a smile as he said 'Of course I won't you are just helping to sweeten our Landlord - and enjoying being naughty'.

Well I thought that is a nicer way to put it than being called a slut.

Sam added 'and don't forget you came to like Paul after he fucked you didn't you?'

I couldn't deny that and reminded him it would be his fault if I got to liking it 'you'd better watch out he might have a much bigger cock than you and I might get to prefer old men like Mr D shagging me instead of you?'

Sam said 'Well he only comes to empty the machines every couple of months so not much chance of you getting too fond of him is there? But you know you don't have to do it if you would rather not?'

Until now talking about it seemed unreal but now it looked like it was going to happen and I suddenly got butterflies - excited butterflies mind you, as I started thinking what it might be like letting an old man like Mr D fuck me and whether he would be any good - I think I had to find out!

When Sam left to go to the Bank I called out to him still trying to sound reluctant 'but please try and get back before he comes then I won't have to make a choice will I?'

He didn't answer!

Mr D duly arrived to empty the Fruit Machine and then while we were counting the money he told me how much he had enjoyed the kiss I'd given him last time and asked for another.

Trying to put him off but inadvertently giving the game away I said 'don't be impatient Mr D, wait till we have counted the cash'.

When we had finished counting and 'divvied' the money up I stood up and went round to give him a kiss to shut him up but he stood up first and grabbed me slipping his arms around me and pulling me really close.

I offered my lips to him which was surprisingly nice even though he was old he hadn't forgotten how to kiss, but, he wasn't satisfied with just one and went for more. He was holding me so tight I couldn't pull away, so submissively I let him carry on and quite quickly our kissing became a full French Kiss, tongues and all. I was enjoying it as he has nice soft expressive lips and I soon started to relax and with closed eyes soon forgot it was an old man kissing me.

Pretty soon I was responding fully to him - and anyway it was the middle of the month for me and I always feel more responsive then. I think he knew I was enjoying it as his hands slipped to caress my bum as we kissed - I didn't resist - specially when I felt his stiff cock pressing into my tummy.

After several minutes of kissing we broke off and I told him he wasn't a bad kisser for an old'n.

He asked me where my husband was and I said he had gone to the Bank but would be back before too long.

I guessed he was thinking how long had he got as he followed up with 'How are your finer feelings today?'

Coyly I said 'what do you mean - I'm a married lady'

Mr D laughed and slipped his arms round me again pulling me to him started kissing my neck and then moved his lips to mine for more full on kissing.

I couldn't wriggle out of his arms and in the predicament I was in of not wanting to upset him I thought 'sod it, in for a penny - in for a pound'.

So instead of being the one being kissed I closed my eyes and slipped my arms round his neck and began kissing him back wholeheartedly at the same time pressing myself up against his rampant cock. Perhaps I was a bit too responsive as I soon felt him grinding his cock against my tummy.

I broke off kissing, and laughing came out with the old cliche 'I hope that's not a gun in your pocket and you are just pleased to see me!' then bit my tongue as I realised I had inadvertently implied I was hoping it was a stiff cock.

He took my hand and guided it to his cock - it felt satisfyingly big and hard. 'How's that for an old'n then?'

I thought he must know that I was up for a fuck and so I wasn't surprised when he said 'let's go somewhere more private and I'll show you what an old'n can do with it'.

It was definitely the point of no return - it was inevitable sometime anyway with Sam's badgering and as he couldn't be bothered to get back quickly from the Bank I thought I might as well do it and get it over with. I suspected Sam never intended to be back from the Bank anytime soon anyway, leaving it to me to decide and perhaps he had an inkling of what decision I would come to.

I was glad I had taken a bit of trouble getting ready for Mr D's visit and just in case I had put my best sexy underwear on, complete with stockings and suspenders as I had thought if things went the way I suspected I might as well give him a good show so he would realise what a lucky old boy he was!

So there I was at 35 years old, in my sexual prime leading our aged Landlord to one of our guest rooms and - unbelievably - I was going to let him fuck me!

In we went - me feeling very nervous but also excited but still a tad reluctant as I didn't know how it would turn out. I hoped I wouldn't be disappointed and strangely I hoped neither would Mr D - or Sam for that matter.

I dropped the latch on the door just in case there was anybody about and told him he must promise never to tell anyone.

He laughed saying 'Of course I won't - I promise - you can trust me'.

I thought to myself I hope to god I can and don't regret it afterwards!

As soon as I turned round from slipping the latch he slipped his arms around me and started kissing me again.

I broke off to say 'we can't be too long as my husband may be back from the bank soon and we don't want too get caught do we!

With that prompting and while still kissing me he hastily unbuttoned my blouse and then unclipped my bra (with a bit of help from me) and let it drop on the floor then he cupped my breasts in his hands and caressed my nipples which were sticking out proudly now and ready to be attended to. There was no hiding that I was aroused.

It was all a bit surreal as I felt his hand go down behind me to undo the zip on the back of my skirt, and again with my help we slid my skirt down so I could step out of it.

So in what seemed like a matter of minutes, there I was down to panties, stockings and suspenders about to be fucked by this old man who I would never have entertained as a lover if Sam hadn't kept pestering me to!

He stood back to admire me and said 'you've got a stunning figure - do me a twirl'

I obliged, spinning slowly and basking in the lustful look as his eyes swept over my body.

'God Della, you have got the most gorgeous figure - a perfectly shaped bum and lovely shapely legs - I can't wait to get them apart and get between them'.

I smiled shyly at him and said in jest 'shucks you'll make a girl blush' then warmed by his compliments and thinking well at least he's a man of taste I did another twirl for him.

He stepped back up to me and ran his hand up my stockinged leg reaching the bare flesh at my stocking tops and then trailed his fingers up to reach my panties. There was definitely no way back and anyway I was getting impatient for him to get on with it so I slipped my panties off myself to let him know I was ready for him and I wasn't going to change my mind.

He slipped his arms round me again and we had a long lingering and deep open mouthed kiss.

I hadn't been expecting to enjoy being kissed like this by an old man like him.

I relaxed inwardly, responding and returning his kisses taking his tongue in my mouth as our kisses got more intense.

We went on kissing like this while his fingers found my now exposed and accessible pussy gently caressing it running his fingers up and down its moist lips.

I was getting more and more aroused and wetter and even more impatient to be fucked.

So much for my earlier reluctance and mixed feelings about letting him, now I was really looking forward to feeling him enter me.

He found my clit and started to caress it - I had expected that he might be a bit rough with me but he was gentle and clearly very experienced.

Not knowing exactly when Sam would get back I broke off kissing and told him throatily again that we had better hurry or we would get caught at it.

I lay down on the bed and feeling wanton spread my legs ready for him and then looked up and surprising myself at my boldness I smiled invitingly and alluringly (at least I hope it was) at him.

He couldn't fail to see I wanted him now as he gazed down at the engorged pink glistening lips of my expectant cunt.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, it all seemed unreal - I could feel my heart thumping with the mixed feelings of anticipation, impatience and nervousness.

He slipped his jacket off and started taking his shirt and trousers off.

I had to stifle a laugh - he was wearing braces and had old fashioned mens trunks on.

I was right about the gold - he had a quite chunky chain round his neck worth a few bob I should think.

I looked him up and down taking in his body - because of his age I had expected to see quite a bit of flab. Instead although he had what you would call a comfortable tummy on him, otherwise his body looked quite firm and he looked pretty fit and better than I had expected for a man of his age.

I was really feeling the urge to be fucked now and frankly what he looked like ceased to be a consideration, I just needed a cock in me and to be soundly fucked!

Anyway, I had got this far and if I backed out now I knew Sam would be bitterly disappointed.

With Mr D being old I had half expected he would have a short stubby wrinkly cock - but nothing could be further from truth! When he slipped his trunks off his erect hard cock sprung out looking very inviting and very angry! I was reminded of the rhyme me and my girlfriends used to say about men's cock's - long and thin, is it in? - short and thick, does the trick! Donny's cock didn't look quite as long as Sam's but definitely thicker - could be a satisfying stretch I thought and certainly would do the trick!.

Lewdly, Mr D pulled his foreskin back over his big thick cock head to reveal his engorged glistening purple glans - nothing wrinkly about that at all!

I soon forgot about his 'comfortable' tummy as I concentrated on his lovely looking cock, I was looking forward to the feel of it forcing my cunt lips apart as he pushed in me!

I didn't want him to think I was too keen but as we probably didn't have much time I took the initiative and reaching up took hold of his hands and trembling ever so slightly pulled him onto the bed between my open thighs.

Kneeling between my legs he leaned forward and started sucking my nipples, I was so excited by now they were standing out like organ stops - it was quite a turn on watching a grey headed and partly bald old man suck and slobber over my nipples. I watched fascinated as satisfied he had given enough attention to my tits and nipples he slid his lips down over my tummy and then down further till he was licking my pussy lips running his tongue up and down my slit till he found my clit.

My hands reached down to stroke his head as he lovingly nibbled on my clitoris. I could feel the lips of my vagina unfurling even more as his tongue explored my most private parts.

I continued to stroke his head as his tongue darted eagerly in and out, and up and down, first in long strokes along my inner lips, then in short rapid movements across and round my now so, so sensitive clitoris.

Then I felt his fingers fumbling at the entrance to my vagina and then suddenly he thrust two fingers in me and started finger fucking me - Oh god definitely no way back now!

I was soon moaning and swivelling my hips in time with his fingers thrusts as his tongue teased my clit.

I couldn't stop myself moaning with pleasure thinking Mr D knows exactly what to do to a girl - he was definitely going to make me cum even before we had sex if I wasn't careful!

I was very worked up by now and impatient for the feel of his cock in me.

I urged him on reminding him that we needed to hurry before my husband got back.

He leant back with his cock sticking out lovely and hard and I reached and cradled it in both hands giving it a caress up and down and then pulled his foreskin back to again reveal his glistening purple glans. I looked up at him and then smiling leaned forward and kissed the end of his cock and took his cock-head in my mouth giving it a kiss and lovingly sucking it.

Donny (I think I'm allowed to call him that now with his cock in my mouth!) was groaning with his hands holding my head as I let him gently thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

I was keen to get on with it so looking up at him I said 'you do promise not to tell anybody anything about this if I let you fuck me?'

Donny whispered 'of course not - you're a married lady'

Satisfied with his assurance I continued sliding my lips up and down the length of his lovely stiff cock covering it with my saliva and then lay back on the bed as he leaned over me putting his elbows on either side of me for support and then started kissing me gently again.

His cock was nicely lubricated with my saliva and I opened my thighs wide and took his cock in my hand and guided it into my very very wet and willing vagina.

I just hadn't expected he would make me feel so sexed up as he pushed his cock into me nudging apart my excited and engorged pussy lips.

I lifted my head and looked down between our bodies and watched fascinated as his cock disappeared into my impatient tingling cunt.

I could tell it was a bit tight for him because he was stretching me a bit as his swollen cock-head forced it's way in further and then all of a sudden my cunt seemed to give way and his cock slid in. With a deep guttural grunt of satisfaction Donny thrust his cock in me until the base of his cock slapped hard against my mound with his balls slapping up against the rounded cheeks of my bum. Involuntarily it forced a sharp inhalation of breath from me as he 'bottomed' me. I whispered that I loved the feeling of my cunt being totally filled with his cock.

He asked me how I liked to be fucked.

I told him he could fuck me any how he wanted.

I couldn't stop moans of pleasure and gasps escaping from me as he started thrusting his cock in me.

I remember feeling a little embarrassed with myself at my pretty quick and complete surrender to him.

When I thought I might do it I had imagined I would just lie there remaining a bit detached and aloof and not responding while Donny had his way with me - but the reality was quite different!

It felt really good and I was loving the feeling as with long powerful and hard thrusts he probed the full depth of my vagina with his cock.

It was taking my breath away and my vagina instinctively tightened on his cock and I couldn't stop myself blurting out what I was feeling 'Ooooh fuck, oooh God yesss, your cock feels lovely and thick Donny, god it's stretching me, Oh God it's lovely, my cunt is full of your cock - Ooooh! fuck me Donny, fuck me hard!'

Donny was whispering in my ear 'God you're so lovely Della and such a lovely tight wet cunt'.

I couldn't resist quipping back 'It's tight because it gets plenty of exercise Donny!'

'Oh fuck!, does it? Well I'd love to be the one who gives it plenty more exercise'.

I laughed, he was good fun!

He continued thrusting hard and fast in me for a while then more slowly with deep thrusts as he slapped up against me.

I was worried that the bed would start creaking and would be heard by staff downstairs but luckily it didn't so I relaxed and my body concentrated on 'tuning' into the rhythm of his thrusting.

The angle he was in me was giving me a lovely feeling as first his cock brushed against my clitoris and then raked up the inside of my vagina stimulating my 'hot spots' - exquisite!

The old boy really did know what he was doing!

I was taken aback at what I was doing - half-an-hour ago I was counting money and now here I was on my back being fucked senseless by this old man and enjoying it.

I couldn't stop my body responding - my hips were moving to match his thrusts as I concentrated on savouring the full length his cock as it plumbed the depths of my willing cunt.

The bedroom was filled with the noises and sounds of our bodies slapping up against each other accompanied with repeated 'Ooooh's' and 'Aaagh's' sprinkled with 'ooh fuck yes', 'Oh shit' and 'oh God fuck me Donny, don't stop I love it' - and that was just me!

As I got more and more carried away with every deep hard thrust of Donny's rampant cock I could feel my face getting flushed and I had started breathing deeply and rapidly - both tell-tale signs that I was close to orgasm.

I reminded myself I mustn't cum with Donny as I wasn't sure if I should as for some reason I didn't want to think an old man like Donny could make me orgasm.

I did know I had a big smug smile on my face as I thought to myself what a tart I was being fucked like this and actually liking it.

I kept suppressing those thoughts and trying to ignore the orgasm building up as I knew if I gave in to these feelings it wouldn't take me long to climax. I would never have thought of having sex with Mr D in normal circumstances but somehow here I was in danger of losing complete control.

I was shameless, by now pulling my thighs as wide apart as I could giving as much access as I could to make sure I took every inch of him - I wanted to feel his cock penetrating me as deeply as possible.

I was arching my back and lifting my hips up for him as he thrust harder and faster in me making me catch my breath each time the base of his cock banged against my vulva.

He was softly moaning and grunting rhythmically in my ear now and I found I started to moan sympathetically in rhythm with him. Soon I was totally tuned into the rhythm of his thrusting with my hips eagerly counter-thrusting in time with him making my tits bounce all over the place with his every thrust.

I found myself urging him on 'fuck me Donny, ooooh fuck me Donny, that's what you've been wanting isn't it you dirty old bugger, to fuck me and cum in me?'

Thinking this was going to be the one and only time I would let him fuck me, my sense of pride wanted him to really enjoy having me and I wanted him to think I was a really good fuck (rather unwisely perhaps).

I was lost in it all as he continually sought and found my lips, kissing me in-between us gasping and moaning. I was responding sliding my hands to cup his buttocks with my hands and then with my legs wrapped round his waist pulling him into me with my heels in time with his thrusts while surrendering my open mouthed lips to him as we kissed frantically - all the time our lips and tongues mingling as we gasped for breath.

We carried on like this for what seemed like ages - it was fucking marvellous (or marvellous fucking) - not what I expected at all or what Sam said it would be like. I was being comprehensively fucked and it was definitely not a 'quicky' at all like Sam had said it would be.

Although I was so carried away I still retained the sense that I needed to get it over quickly before I had an orgasm so I told him I was close to cumming.

He must have known anyway I was close but despite me thinking he was on the verge of coming himself he whispered 'If you want me to go longer girl, I can hold back if you can?'

The fact is I would have loved to carry on fucking like this for a lot longer but it needed to stop before Sam got back from the Bank.

Mmmm oh dear! there was no other way but to fake orgasm to hurry him up!

So gasping and then throwing my head back I started shouting 'Donny oooh god Donny, you're making me cum, Oooh God I'm cumming, I'm cumming, DO IT Donny, do it in me, cum in me Donny, fill me up you dirty old bugger, cum in me NOW'.

I felt him drive his cock deep in me as far as he could as I pushed my hips up and back at him taking the full length of his cock inside me. It was so good I couldn't stop myself crying out 'oooh yes oh fuck yes Donny, oh god yes, ooooh Donny I'm cumming, I'm cumming - do it do it cum in me Donny, fill me up with your cum'. As I dug my fingers into his bum pulling him into me

I felt him stiffen and tense on the verge of ejaculating and cried out again 'ooooh yes oooh yes Donny that's what I want, I want all your cum in me'.

I felt the throbbing and pulsing of his cock inside me as he pumped his warm semen in me, grunting loudly each time his cock erupted inside me.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of a man losing control like that.

After Donny had shot his load in me he stayed inside me for a bit longer as his cock gave little twitches and spasms occasionally as he completely emptied himself in me.

I liked that feeling as he involuntarily spasmed and I kissed him open mouthed and tenderly to let him know I was loving it. I broke off from kissing him and laughing said 'God Donny that was a lot cum you shot into me'.

He said he couldn't help it if he had big balls loaded full of sperm.

I chuckled liking his sense of humour!

He added 'you are so beautiful, you're so sexy and ripe and I can tell you love to fuck - it made me want to fill you to the brim, God you made me cum like a train!'

My heart warmed as I love a compliment and thought to myself he's not so bad after all!

After a while his cock softened and he pulled out and rolled off me giving me a kiss as he did.

He lay on his back and cheekily asked 'how are your finer feelings now?'

Again I couldn't help laughing 'my finer feeling are much much better after that thank you Mr D' and not wanting to take things too seriously added 'and you're not bad for an old'n'.

He chuckled dirtily!

I was curious to know how old he actually was, so I asked him straight out - 62 he said quickly - I was a little taken aback as both Sam and I thought he might be mid 50's but 62 sounded very old and actually nearly an old age pensioner. Oh well I thought, too late now I've already let him fuck me and anyway he certainly didn't act and fuck like I might have imagined a 62 year old would! Out of curiosity I prodded his 'comfortable' tummy and although there was a little layer of fat, underneath was rock hard and as my hand moved over his body stroking him I was surprised at how solid and muscular in fact the rest of his body was.

I asked Donny to guess my age - that put him on the spot as he wouldn't wouldn't want to get it wrong would he - he thought a little then playing safe I think said early thirties - to put him out of his misery I admitted I was 35. Of course he had to say you don't look it - so he passed that test.

I did think that's quite an age gap he's old enough to be my father, but I certainly wasn't thinking about the age gap when we were having sex!

So once again I had been soundly and thoroughly fucked by a man other than my husband - and with the urging and collusion of my husband.

The only downside to it was feeling a tad disappointed that I had held back and missed out on what I'm sure would have been a pretty satisfying orgasm.

I was amazed that I had been so turned on by a 62 year old man.

Although he had complimented me I was curious to know how he was feeling so I asked 'So Mr D are you happy now you've had sex with me?'

After a bit Donny said 'I thought you were going to call me Donny, Mrs B - after all I have fucked you. Yes I'm very happy, I didn't think you would, but I kept trying anyway in case you weakened - and you did so it paid off - God you even let me do it bareback. I was expecting you to tell me to put a condom on'.

I realised that I hadn't even thought about it at the time 'You're not complaining are you?'.

Adding apprehensively 'you haven't got anything nasty have you?'

Donny quickly replied 'no way'.

'Anyway' I said ' as long as you haven't been sleeping around and picked up anything nasty it feels much better bareback don't you think? And anyway it doesn't matter you coming in me as I have a coil fitted so you needn't worry about me getting pregnant'.

He laughed and said 'Well Mrs B, we don't want you getting pregnant do we?'

He continued 'You are a gorgeous lady with a stunning figure who I'm sure could have your pick of men- why did you decide to let an old boy like me have you?'

I couldn't very well tell him the truth that it was because my husband wanted me to!

So instead I laughed and said 'well you made it obvious you wanted me - and you were pretty persistent weren't you? - so just be happy I finally weakened and gave in to you, think yourself very lucky that you caught me in the right mood'.

Donny nodded and then, I suppose predictably asked 'when can we do it again?'

I thought NO, this was a one and only Mr D.

But not wanting to hurt his feelings I him down lightly saying 'me being married makes it very risky, if my husband found out it could be a disaster - but IF I am tempted again you would have to promise faithfully nobody would ever know?'

'I promise, I wouldn't let you down like that'.

I realised we had been 'absent' upstairs for quite a while so said 'look you had better get dressed and get down to the bar in case anyone gets suspicious or my Husband gets back - they will wonder where we have got to - I'll follow you down in a few minutes'.

Donny got dressed and thinking quickly I quickly wiped my lipstick off his lips and with a flourish squirted a bit of my scent down his trousers!

He blew me a kiss said 'Thank you Mrs B' and disappeared out of the door.

After he had left me lying on the bed I was anything but disgusted with myself - my face felt flushed with a silly grin and with Mr D's semen dribbling out of my very satisfied and pleasurably tingling cunt. To my surprise I was feeling quite happy about what had happened, my thoughts turned to what Sam would feel about it now I had actually done it - fantasy is one thing, reality quite another - but tough either way, Sam had persuaded me and wanted me to do it and I had - so tough'

I lay on the bed getting my breath back and still not quite believing what had happened with dishevelled hair, lipstick smudged and nearly kissed away, smudged mascara but a nice warm satisfying feeling - you know where.

I looked down at my recently ravished body to see my pubes matted with Donny's semen and my labia puffy and swollen with dribbles of Donny's semen starting to leak out of me!

God, never mind what Sam said about it being over in a minute or so, Mr D had well and truly possessed, ravished and fucked me - quite something for a 62 year old!

I staggered up from the bed and looked in the mirror and seeing my dishevelled state said out loud to the mirror 'you tart! you should be ashamed of yourself letting an old bloke like Donny fuck you bareback and fill your belly with his spunk - and make you want to cum'.

Then smiling and still talking to myself in the mirror I looked myself in the eyes and said again to myself in the mirror 'you enjoyed it though didn't you - you tart!'

The smile in the mirror was clearly answering 'YES!'

I had actually done it and the evidence was leaking out of my freshly fucked cunt!

Having said all that, I was glad I hadn't been too enthusiastic with Donny as I didn't want him thinking I was easy and that he could automatically have me again.

I took a quick shower and redid my makeup before going down to the bar as I didn't want any incriminating traces of sex on me.

I joined Donny in the restaurant bar trying to look and act as if it was a normal day and not that I had just been fucked by him!

That was difficult as I could feel his sticky semen seeping into my panties to constantly remind me. Proudly though, I thought I did make him cum buckets!

As other customers came in I tried to act normally but couldn't shake off that feeling that they might know what I had just done.

Later when Sam returned from the Bank and walked into the flat I think he sensed something had happened from my manner. I was thinking and hoping he was going to be proud of me when I told him what I had just done. I wasted no time in blurting out 'well I hope you're happy now I've only gone and done it, I've let Mr D fuck me'!

'No! Really!' And then incredulously he blurted 'you haven't have you? what happened?'

Then defiantly I said 'Yes I have done it! - I have let him fuck me - so I hope you are happy now - I've done what you wanted'.

Sam gulped and took a deep breath seemingly struggling and gulping for air asked again 'did you really or are you having me on?'

'I'm NOT having you on Sam'!

'I'm a bit stunned, I didn't think you would actually do it as I knew you didn't fancy him - but persuading you was a big turn on for me - do you feel alright about it now you've done it?'

'I'll answer that after I have finished telling you everything later in bed and then you might guess how I feel'.

So later in bed, Sam demanded I related it all in detail again and interrupted only once to ask 'did he wear a condom?'

I wasn't sure what to say, the truth was I didn't even think about it at the time, so that's what I told him.

He looked at me without saying anything then whispered 'fuck' and 'oh fuck me Della, you saucy little minx - you let that old goat cum in you bareback then?'

I nodded feeling slightly guilty but said indignantly 'well you didn't mind Paul coming in me bareback did you?'

He replied 'no but he was more our age though wasn't he?'

Again indignantly I said 'Oh it's all about the age gap is it? You've got a cheek - you knew he was old when you set about persuading me didn't you? - do you realise he's 27 years older than me'!

Sam gasped 'Christ I didn't think he was that old - well done'.

Smiling I gave him a kiss saying 'earlier today these same lips were kissing Donny's cock'.

With a sharp intake of breath Sam exclaimed 'Oooh fucking hell Della, I hadn't imagined you sucking his cock'.

I could tell that the thought aroused Sam as in no time we were stripped off with Sam's very stiff cock pointing menacingly at me. As he was about to enter me he stopped and asked 'is some of Donny's cum still in you?'

I nodded smugly and sweetly and said 'I did have a quick shower afterwards but I was quite chuffed that he did say I made him cum buckets so I suspect there is quite a lot of his stuff still swimming around inside me - you like the idea of fucking me with another man's cum in me don't you, you bloody pervert?'

I think that was what Sam wanted to hear and after only a few thrusts he came like a schoolboy and so I took the second lot of spunk in me that day!'

For the following couple of weeks it was the nightly conversation at bedtime with Sam insisting on hearing every little detail over and over of what Donny did and what we said to each other and repeatedly asking if I really did do it or was I just having him on to please him?

'Look Sam I did it but I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't kept pestering me and persuading me, so don't go on about it - anyway it wasn't a chore as it turned out and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would!'

Sam said 'The good thing is at least I know with him being over 60 you're not likely to go off with him are you?'

I replied perhaps a little too quickly 'Well I can tell you he doesn't fuck like a 62 year old!. I mean he's very fit he fucked me for what seemed like ages and I even thought you were going to get back from the Bank and catch us at it! So much for you saying it would only last a minute or two as you thought he would cum quickly at the excitement of having a hot young woman like me!'

I wanted to get across to him that although I was reluctant to do it in the first place it had turned out to be enjoyable and very exciting for me, in fact it was so enjoyable the old bugger had nearly made me cum.

I asked him if he would have minded if I had let myself cum with Mr D.

Sam glanced at me quizzically and laughed. 'I don't know, if you had asked me before you did it I might have said I'd rather you didn't I suppose. I had assumed that Mr D wouldn't last long anyway, but after you telling me how you enjoyed it and that I did encourage you, I couldn't really object could I? I mean it's not really fair of me to mind is it after I encouraged you into it and the fact that you had to consciously stop yourself coming when you must have really wanted to?'

Then pausing and looking at me questioningly he lowered his voice and added huskily 'anyway, if you really enjoyed it that much you might want another go with him?'

'God Sam, I thought you only wanted me to do it once and then he would stop pestering me?'.

'Yes, but from what you have told me he must know you enjoyed it - I mean by the sound of it you weren't exactly lying there and doing it for England were you?, so he's bound to try again isn't he - I bet he's never fucked anyone as young as you or classy like you before, I mean you are well above his league aren't you? Anyway, by the sound it you might enjoy a repeat?'.

I was a bit surprised and taken back by that and said 'you bastard, you do want me to let him fuck me again don't you?'

Sam said 'well he won't be back to empty the machine for a couple of months so you have plenty of time to think it over haven't you,' adding 'it turned me on more than I thought - go on Della, do it one more time just for me,' then looking at me questioningly 'but only if you want to?'

I was simultaneously mad at him going back on his word and simultaneously quietly pleased thinking I wouldn't mind a repeat and anyway he's already had me once so it's really no big deal to do it again is it!

But I didn't want Sam to know I was willing to do it again and so trying to make it sound like I was reluctant I said 'look if you really want me to I will just one more time - but just to please you'.

So it was just a matter of when the next opportunity came along!