The Goalkeeper's Wife

When I first met Ella she was with Rob, an old school friend of mine. They'd met at university and she was moving to my town with him, and I was smitten with her from the start. She had this really cute Welsh accent, but that wasn't what really hooked me in. She was sat opposite me in the pub wearing a low cut top that showed plenty of cleavage, and it was hard not to stare. Her breasts seemed impossibly big for her slight, 5-foot frame. She was also fun company, a little flirty, but I was friendly with her boyfriend so would never have done anything about it.

Fast forward a couple of years and she was working at the same company I worked with. She wasn't with my friend anymore but was now in a serious relationship with the goalkeeper in my football team. John was an ok guy, nice enough, but not exactly a friend. I honestly couldn't see why she was with him. I'd see her walking around the office, never dressing slutty or anything but just always a knockout. Always in close fitting trousers and tops that cling to every curve. We didn't work closely at all, but we got on well and I'm sure she could tell I had eyes for her.

Ella and John eventually got married and I remained mystified at how that happened. However as time went on there were rumours that she might not be terribly faithful. I'd never seen evidence of it, but I certainly hoped it was true.

On a random autumnal Saturday night out drinking in town my friends and I decided to had to the local crappy nightclub, and as I was walking in I saw John and Ella walking out. I was full of enthusiasm and after a brief chat I persuaded them to come back in with me for another drink. We headed upstairs to the quieter bar and found a few of my other teammates up there. I got the drinks in and John left the table to chat to some of the others leaving me with Ella.

'So Ella, how come you're leaving work? I'll definitely miss seeing you around'

'Oh I know, I'm so used to seeing you all the time. I've known you so long!'

Her eyes were sparkling in the nightclub lighting and they were absolutely fixed on mine.

'Yeah I know, I remember first meeting you in The Falcon, like, 6 years ago?'

'Funny I remember meeting you there too. I must admit I kinda fancied you a bit, even though I was with Rob,' she said with a cheeky smile.

'Ha! No way. I was gutted Rob had met you first,' I admitted with a laugh.

But she wasn't laughing, she was looking at me intently as I felt her hand start stroking my thigh under the table.

'Such a shame, hey?' She replied, as my hand reached over to her leg and started returning the favour, starting halfway up her thigh before she took my hand and slid it higher up her leg.

I was scanning for John to make sure he couldn't see, but he was deep in dull, drunken conversation about something inane while I was flirting with his wife.

'Soooo I was thinking about whether I could still come to the company Christmas party. I know I've left, but do you think I'd still be welcome?' she asked, inching closer as my hand teased her inner thigh, and her mine.

'Oh, I think we'd all be very happy to see you there' I agreed, as the electricity between us continued to build.

'Oh great. Then I'll come. Can't wait to see you there,' she smiled, giving my thigh a tighter squeeze with her nails.

At that moment John came back to the table, having drunk his beer and now definitely ready to leave. Her nails dragged down my leg as she turned to him and said she was ready. We both got up and she gave me a big hug, pressing her tits into my chest and giving me a cheeky smile before walking out of the club, knowing that my eyes were staring at her gorgeous bum encased in tight denim jeans, wiggling away from me.

By the time the Christmas party came round I'd forgotten all about the night in the club. I'd got fairly drunk that night and the memory had all but faded.

At the party I was suited and booted, had a few too many glasses of wine, and was chatting up a sexy redhead from Accounts (who I'd end up having lots of fun sex with a few months later) when I saw Ella walk in. Tight jeans and boots, and a tight t-shirt that her breasts were trying to burst out of. She was getting plenty of attention from old colleagues but we'd seen each other across the room and the dim memory of the night in the club suddenly came back.

I was still chatting to Red but my mind was busy figuring out if I should carry on this conversation or find a way out to catch up with Ella.

By the time I told Red I was off to the gents, Ella had disappeared, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs near the dance floor there she was, looking right at me. We greeted each other like old friends with a big hug, again pushing her big tits into me.

I bent down to kiss her on the cheek and she grabbed my bum, and whispered,

'Shall we leave?'

'Yes, let's go'

She took my hand and we were out of there in a flash, into the cool night air and heading up the street with no real plan of where we were going.

As soon as we turned the corner out of sight of any colleagues smoking outside we were kissing. She pulled me into a shop doorway and our hands were all over each other. My left hand moved from her hip and started to massage her breast and she yanked her t-shirt up and pulled out the most perfect left tit out, the nipple already hard as I rolled my thumb across it, feeling her breathing quicken as we kissed.

I ducked my head and started licking and sucking her tit as she moaned, pulling my head towards her as my hand squeezed her tight, round bum. If we weren't in the middle of the town centre I would have fucked her right there, but getting arrested was a real possibility.

'Let's go to my place' I said, and she agreed. We virtually ran to the taxi rank and got straight in a taxi. We didn't kiss in the backseat, just stroked each other and eye-fucked.

But when we got inside my apartment it was a frenzy. My suit, shirt and tie were off, as were her jacket and t-shirt as she stood before me in a sheer black bra.

She went to take it off and I stopped her, kissing and sucking her nipples through the thin fabric and sliding the straps down over her shoulders, before reaching behind her and unhooking it. I moved back to watch as the cups dropped down, exposing the sexiest tits I would ever see. Firm but soft, heavy but perky. Brown aereolas standing out against her milky white skin and her nipples stiff and sensitive to the touch.

We got on the bed and she straddled me, pushing her tits into my face to suck and whispering to me.

'That's it, that's what I want. Suck my tits. I know you love them.'

My cock was rock hard in my pants at this point and I moved her hand to feel it.

'You're so fucking hard for me' she breathed.

I desperately wanted it inside her but when I went to undo her belt she stopped me.

'I want to fuck you so bad but I have to go home to John soon. He can't know about this.'

'Fuck!' I moaned, but it was a stifled moan as my mouth was full of her huge right tit.

We carried on making out, but we didn't go further. John called, and she answered her phone, telling him she was at her friend's house and would be coming home soon. It turned us both on that I was kissing her neck from behind her and pinching her nipples while she was taking to him.

When he called again she decided she really had to go, so I helped her dress and called her a taxi.

'John's playing football tomorrow afternoon. He'll be out by 12.30 - you should come over' she said, as she kissed me and left.

I was all ready to jerk off when she left, but the thought of what might happen tomorrow made me decide to save it.

Of course I woke up the next day with a brutal hangover. I drank several gallons of water, ate a load of fruit, cereal and toast, popped some paracetamol and wrestled with the decision of whether I would go to her house or not. I sort of liked John, and going behind a friend's back didn't sit well with me. It wasn't an easy choice.

Then at 11.30 I got a text. From Ella.

'12.30 - 26 Bishop's Road. I'll be waiting'

Fuck. I made a decision and replied.

'Wear something naughty'

When I parked at her place I scanned the road and couldn't see John's car. With the coast clear I walked up the drive and rang the doorbell, my heart beating hard. Then she opened the door, wearing a white bath robe. I walked in, and she took a step back and dropped the robe.

She was stood before me in matching black lingerie. A lacy push up bra, squeezing her juicy tits together with the pattern on the lace barely covering her nipples; a tiny lacy black thong, stockings, suspenders and shiny black heels.

I took in the view, my eyes and cock bulging as she slowly turned round to show me how her juicy round bum was trying to chew up the shred of fabric in between.

'Was this what you had in mind?' She asked, looking over her shoulder at me, watching as my eyes looked her up and down.

I walked straight over and pressed myself against her from behind, her bum pushing against my hard cock as I kissed her neck and grabbed her tits, kicking the door closed behind me.

I was pinching her nipple through her bra and kissing her neck, my right hand reaching around and starting to move between her legs. As my fingertips reached her pussy I could feel that her panties were already wet. She arched her back and sighed as my finger slipped inside her thong and found her opening, sliding up and down her slippery lips.

Her right hand came up to hold my left hand against her breast, making me squeeze it roughly, while her left reached behind her and started rubbing my hard cock through my jeans as I pushed my finger inside her. I could feel her breathing intensify and her hips bucked as I started fucking her with my middle finger.

Then she turned around and kissed me hard as she fumbled to undo my belt and jeans before taking out my cock, already glistening with pre cum. We stopped kissing and she stepped back, looking into my eyes and then down at my cock, fully hard, 7 inches long and thick. She looked back up at me and smiled as I yanked her bra cups down, freeing her breasts.

The she dropped down to lick my cock, making it good and wet before opening wide and enclosing it in her soft, warm mouth. She was sucking me slow and sensual but not for long as she came up a little higher and squeezed those big soft tits around it. She tucked my cock under her bra and slowly fucked me with her boobs.

It felt so good and I was sure I was going to cum, but I wanted to feel that tight pussy gripping it, so I held her arms and slowly guided her up towards me. Then I grabbed her bum and lifted her up, her stockinged legs wrapping around me as I carried her over to the sofa and laid her down on her back.

'Are you going to fuck me? Fuck me right here on John's sofa with that big dick?' She asked, in her lilting Welsh accent. She was laid out in front of me, her left hand pulling her thong to the side and then teasing her soaking quim.

I stood over her as I kicked my jeans off, my hard cock twitching at the sight in front of me.

'Yes I'm going to fuck you right here, right bow' I said as I held her legs apart and started to nudge the tip of my cock against her sex.

'Do it. Fuck me hard.'

I pushed the whole thing deep inside her, making her gasp and shake.

'Oh fuck it's fucking filling me!' She moaned as my balls pressed against her bum. And then I really fucked her. I was pumping hard and deep inside her and she was gripping me so tight with the velvety soft walls of her pussy. Every time I withdrew I could see her juices were coating my dick.

Her hand was up against the armrest of the sofa to stop her head smacking against it as I railed her. Her other hand was rubbing her clit fast as those spectacular tits bounced and shook with every thrust.

'Oh fucking yes! Fuck meee! Make me cum' she wailed as I filled her, grunting and snorting as we writhed together.

There was no way this could last long and she came quickly, violently and noisily. My cock had never been harder and it was stretching her as my body tensed as I got closer.

'Oh god, I'm going to cum' I told her.

'Yes baby, fill my fucking married pussy with your cum' she instructed. She was so fucking naughty.

And with that I groaned and shot my load deep inside her. There were 5 or 6 spurts from my cock and she dug her nails into my bum holding me inside her as I released.

'Fuuuck' she said shakily as I started to soften and she grabbed a towel from the floor to put underneath her and catch our juices as I slipped out of her.

We carried on for the next couple of hours. Cuddling, teasing, tasting and exploring each other. They had a sideboard underneath a mirror in their living room, and I fucked her from behind standing in front of it, watching her tits bounce in the mirror. Then she sucked my dick like a pro before jerking me off all over her tits.

Then as it got closer to 4pm we took a quick shower together, me fingering her pussy til she came before drying off, getting dressed and I left. We kissed at the door, and I went out to my car.

I felt guilty about it afterwards. Not sure I outright regretted it, because it was some of the most exciting sex I'd ever had.

A few months later I bumped into John and Ella at the end of a night out, and they gave me a lift home and came in for a drink. John went off to the toilet and Ella and I kissed for a minute until he came back. But that was the last time I saw her. Within a year, John and Ella got divorced and she moved away.

John and I ended up becoming friends and the divorce hit him hard for a while. It turned out that I was in no way her only infidelity. The marriage was already doomed and I didn't blame myself. He happily re-married and it's turned out well for him. Apparently Ella re-married too, although I would put good money on her having cheated on him plenty too. God bless her.