Mother's Wine Club - Pt. 03

I was in school on Monday just after lunch, bored and wishing the day was already over. I was still reliving my memories of my session with Eleanor last Thursday, and not paying too much attention to what the teacher was droning on about, when a squawk over the old announcement system came.

"Mrs. Smith, could you please have John Thompson report to the office?"

"Yes, Ma'am." The teacher turned to me, and saw I was already gathering my stuff together.

"Any idea what this is about, John?"

"No, Mrs. Smith."

"Well, if you don't make it back, our homework is Chapter 15 and the chapter review questions."

"Thank you, Ma'am." I walked out of the classroom and through the building to the front office. When I walked in, the administrative assistant Mrs. Cole was sitting behind her desk.

"Hello, John. I just got a phone call from your Aunt Karen. She told me your cousin Paul had an accident and she would pick you up to take you over to the hospital. She's going to meet you out front. I hope Paul is okay."

My brain froze for a moment. I didn't have an Aunt Karen, and none of my cousins were named Paul. Suddenly I realized, or rather hoped I knew who it was, and was able to come up with a response.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cole. I hope so too."

We said our goodbyes, and sure enough when I walked out to the front street in front of the school, Karen Jennings was there waiting for me in her car, sunglasses on. I quickly got in and closed the door, and without saying a word she pulled off. As soon as we had gotten away from the school she looked over at me and gave me a welcoming smile.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, yourself." I looked at Karen for a long moment, enjoying the view. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, light blue in color with a wide white belt around the middle. Her legs were bare above her three inch white high heels. The dress came down to just about her upper thigh, and her breasts were nicely displayed. She had on a single strand of pearl earrings, and peeking out behind her dark, lustrous hair were pearl earring studs. Her makeup was impeccable, with dark red nail polish matching her lips.

"Don't you just look sexy as hell!"

She giggled, like a schoolgirl, and I wondered what it was about a young man paying attention to their mature charms brought that out in them. "Thank you, John."

I paused for a moment. "So what was that all about?"

She smiled, and the look on her face was more appropriate for a teenager than a respectable wife and mother. "Are you upset?"

"Are you kidding me? I've been wanting to spend more time with you for days now."

"Good." Karen smiled. "I've never done anything like this before, but a friend of mine went out of town unexpectedly this morning and asked me to check on the house while they were gone. She left me a key." Karen held up a shiny gold house key. "So I was going to call or text you when you got out of school, but I realized that we wouldn't have enough time before my husband got home this afternoon. So I figured this might work. Are you surprised?"

"God, yes! I almost didn't know what to say when they called me to the office!"

"Glad you were smart enough to figure it out!"

She reached her free hand over and I took it, and she brought my hand back and under her loose skirt, where to my surprise I found a distinct lack of panties and an already wet pussy!

"Well, this is unexpected!" I took one finger and began penetrating her with it, teasing her, and Karen gasped sharply.

"God I've been wanting you to do that to me ever since last time! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

I added a second finger and began working her slushy cunt. "What do you think?"

"I think it's a good thing we're here!" We pulled into the driveway of a one story house a few doors down from Karen's, which was a few blocks away from my house. It didn't take long for us to get out of the car and go inside the kitchen door.

As soon as she turned and closed the door, I went behind her, lifting up her skirt, kneeling on the floor and pushing my face into that sweet garden of nectar.

She gasped with pleasure as I licked her cunny. "Oh My God, Yes! That's what I've been wanting baby, lick that pussy!"

I used my tongue on her clit and those inviting pussy lips, and she bent over the nearby kitchen table, giving me easier access, her elbows resting on the table as I licked, munched and tongued her. It didn't take Karen long, she was already so worked up, and soon I felt her entire body tighten then let go in her orgasm, my face flooded with her juices.

She slumped against the table, "Oh my God baby, I've never had that happen before. What in the world are you doing to me?"

I got up off the floor and dropped my pants and underwear, my cock already rock hard. I knew what I wanted to do to her, I'd seen it happen in the free porn I watched on my phone, and as horny as I was I didn't think twice. Pulling up her dress, I got behind her nice, tight ass and my prick slapped up between her buttocks. "I think I'm about to do this?"

"Yes!," she hissed, grabbing my cock and placing it at the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me baby! Fuck that hot little pussy of mine!"

She was already so wet that I had no problem sliding the first few inches in. I shoved my hips forward and buried myself in her, and Karen moaned with pleasure. "Yes, baby, yes! That's the way I want it! Fuck me, baby, shove that cock into me!"

I had no problem doing that! Her pussy was just as hot and comfortable as I remembered, although not as tight as Eleanor's, but that didn't diminish my pleasure one bit. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her, fucking my dick into her as hard as I could. Karen cried out with pleasure at each thrust, moaning loudly.

It wasn't going to take me long, I was so turned on.

"You like this cock of mine, baby?"

I was pleased when Karen shoved her ass back towards me even more, hissing out, "YYYYeeeessss!"

"You like me fucking you?"

"God, yes, baby! I love you fucking me!" Karen fucked back at me even harder, and I took a tighter hold on those beautiful hips of hers, trying to shove my dick right through her. I felt my orgasm building, and I hammered at her as fast as I could, fucking that beautifully sweet pussy of hers and then I felt her cunt convulse with pleasure as she came with a loud wail and I soon followed with my own groan of pleasure as my dick convulsed inside her, filling her pussy with ropes of cum.

Karen slumped against the table, exhausted, and I leaned over on top of her, my softening cock dropping out of her pussy, letting the fluids there slide down her leg and drip onto the floor.

Neither of us said anything for a moment, then she gently said, "Sweetheart, you're a little heavy."

Embarrassed, I quickly stood up, and she turned around and before I knew it, kissed me. "Mm'mm, that's what I was looking forward to. You're one hell of a man, John."

I leaned down and kissed her back. "You're the one who made me that way, Mrs. Jennings."

She giggled and went over to the counter, where there was a roll of paper towels. Handing me a clump of them, we made short work of wiping ourselves down and the floor up, then pulled our clothes back into place.

"Not exactly what I had planned, but I think that was even better. I think you missed me."

I leaned down and kissed her again, this time pulling her towards me, slipping my tongue into her mouth, Karen eagerly returning it. Our mouths moved on each other's for a long moment before we mutually broke away.

"You think?"

She giggled again, then blushed. "God, John, I don't know how you do it, but you bring out the schoolgirl in me. I haven't giggled like that since high school."

"I like it. Makes you sound happy."

She reached up one hand and slowly caressed my face, her dark red fingernails tracing a path slowly down my cheek. "You made me that way, sweetheart." She dropped her hand. "Let's go to the bedroom."

I gladly watched that fine ass of hers swing back and forth, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors as we went down the hall and into what was obviously a guest bedroom. It was tastefully if plainly decorated, with a queen size bed in the center of it.

She turned and looked at me with a wink and a leer. "What do you think? Our own little private love nest, at least for another hour or two."

"I think we both overdressed for the occasion." With that I made to pull my shirt over my head when Karen held up a hand.

"Oh, no, my young lover. I want to do it." I nodded and she came over to me. I lifted my arms and she pulled my shirt over my head, running her fingers up and down and around my chest slowly, teasingly. "You have such a nice chest, John. How often do you work out?"

"I lift weights every other day, alternate that with running. I'm trying to stay in shape for baseball season."

Her hands drifted down and she unbuckled my belt buckle, then my pants, sliding the zipper down, causing them to fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, and she ran her hands over my crotch, feeling my rapidly hardening penis.

"Oh? What position do you play?"

"Second string outfield. Not quite good enough to play every game, but good enough for the coach to let me hang around so far."

She pushed my underwear down, and I stepped out of them. She motioned for me to turn around, which I did. When I turned to face her again, she was looking at me with a look of sheer lust on her face, along with a touch of wonder.

"What is it?" I asked embarrassingly.

"You just look damn good, John, and I think you could have any girl in the school if you wanted, and yet I'm lucky enough that you find a mature married woman like me still attractive."

"You're a long way from being old, and I think it's my turn now."

She grinned in anticipation as she took a step towards me and turned around. I found the tiny zipper at the top of the dress and slowly drew it down. As I had confirmed in the car, there was a distinct lack of panties in evidence, although she was wearing a very nice lace bra holding her C+ breasts. She stepped out of the dress, and kicked off her heels as well.

I undid the tiny hooks at the back of the bra, and it fell to the floor as she shrugged it off. Before she could turn around I reached around her and pulled her naked body against mine, my erect cock poking into her round buttocks.

I promptly ran my hands around her chest, cupping both of her breasts, playing with the nipples, while I leaned down and kissed on her neck below her ears. Karen moaned with pleasure as I slid my hands down over her abdomen, still fairly flat with a small pooch. The skin was wrinkled but tanned, and I could see faint tan lines.

I reached the dark curly hair above her pussy and gently rubbed her love mound, and I could feel Karen writhing with pleasure, rubbing herself against my rock hard cock as I teased and played with her. It was incredibly erotic having this married mature housewife, in her early forties at least, moaning under my tender hands and enjoying the pleasure I was giving her.

"God, John, I want you to fuck me now! Stick that wonderful dick of yours in me!" Karen scrambled up on the bed and rolled over, spreading those wonderfully lean legs of hers wide, showing me her wet pussy, already open and waiting. Gladly I scrambled on top of her, moving my prick into position, then humping my hips forward into that slushy, tight, hot, wet snatch that felt better than anything I'd ever felt before.

Karen moaned with pleasure. "God, baby, your dick feels so damn good in me! Fuck me with that hard prick of yours! I just want to you to fuck me!"

I was glad to oblige, and began to slowly pump in and out of her, savoring the feeling of that sweet tightness around my cock. Karen moaned every time I thrust it into her, not saying anything, obviously just enjoying the sensation as much as I was. It was incredibly erotic, fucking this hot married woman, cheating with her on her husband, and it was obvious Karen was getting more and more excited. She spread her legs wider, opening up her pussy as far as she could, then wrapped her arms and legs around me, thrusting her hips at me.

I bent my head down and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it.

Karen gasped with pleasure. "Oh, yes, John, yes, suck that titty of mine. God that feels so good! You're fucking me so good -- I just love you fucking me -- God don't stop -- don't stop -- Please don't stop -- Right there baby -- right fucking there -- YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and Karen screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her again.

The feeling of that tight pussy convulsing around my dick sent me over the edge as well, and I grunted with pleasure, shoving it as hard as I could into her as it exploded with my own orgasm.

It was an awesome feeling, and I let myself be carried away by it, slumping over Karen who was also laying there exhausted. Automatically we curled up next to each other, and just laid there together, basking in the afterglow.

It was a few minutes later when I looked at my cell phone and realized that school would be letting out soon. Unfortunately I also knew that both of us had to get home. I nudged Karen awake and showed her the time, and reluctantly both of us started to get dressed.

Karen dropped me off back at school, where I rode my bike home. My Dad always came home at 5:30PM, and as usual he stuck his head in my room.

"Hey, John. How was school today?"

I looked up from my studying. "Same as always, Dad."

"I need to talk to you in my office." He walked away and I hurriedly got up and followed him, my heart sinking, wondering what offense I had committed now. My father had never been my friend, but I deeply respected him. Anything I couldn't tell my mom, I knew I could tell Dad. He was easy-going, confident, a man in every sense of the word.

Ever since I'd grown out of spankings, discipline was handled in his office. A study on the first floor, it had two walls of bookshelves, with curios and books on them, and his desk in the center. He pointed me to one of the two chairs in front of his desk, and as usual I closed the door and dropped into the one on the right.

He looked across the desk at me for a moment. "The school sent me an email today that you had been checked out early by your Aunt Karen because your cousin Paul was involved in an auto wreck. I'm the contact for the school, so right now just you and me know about this. You want to tell me what's going on?"

I didn't say anything for a long moment, and he looked at me. "I guess it's not a coincidence that two weekends ago you helped Karen Jennings, that lady from her wine club, out Saturday morning, and ever since you've become just a little more confident and more adult, would it?"

My face must have given it away, and Dad looked at me for a long moment.

"John, let me tell you a story. When I was in my first year of college, a graduate student took an interest in me. She was very attractive, in her thirties at the time, living at home with her children. However, the difference is that she was divorced, and to make a long story short a study session at her house with her kids away became my first encounter. We had a relationship for several months, but the age difference was too great, and she broke it off."

I looked at him in amazement. "I never knew that about you, Dad."

"You've never been old enough for me to tell you, John. For some men, the allure of the older woman has always drawn them in. Now it's happened to you."

I made to say something and he held up his hand.

"John, your sex life is your business. As long as you're careful about making your mother a grandmother before she's ready, it's none of my business. That's part of being an adult, and if you can attract a woman like Karen Jennings, you've definitely proven yourself an adult when it comes to that." I smiled at the pride I could hear in his voice, but he continued in a serious tone. "I will warn you that any trouble that happens will be your business as well. Having a relationship with a married woman is playing with fire. Rarely do men take that lying down if they find out about it, especially from someone they will still see as a kid." He paused for a moment, thinking, then continued.

"Frankly, John, if Jerry would pay more attention to his wife than his business, this wouldn't have happened at all. Karen is a beautiful woman, and this isn't the first time her eye has wandered."

I quickly put two and two together. "She made a pass at you?"

Dad nodded. "One evening while we were having a barbeque out back and Jerry was gone on a business trip. Don't get me wrong, I was tempted, more than I really should have been, but your mother and I are very happy together and I had no desire to throw that permanence away for a fling that would only lead to trouble. Honestly, I'm not surprised that you attracted her attention."

"What do you suggest, Dad?"

"That's not my call to make, son. You're an adult in this case, and this is an adult decision, your adult decision. My best advice would be to be very careful and very discreet, and if you can break it off do so."

I nodded my head, and he continued. "However, as long as you're still in high school, you have to follow our rules in this house. Let Mrs. Jennings know that it's no longer acceptable for her to sign you out of school. This one time I'll cover for you, mainly to keep peace with your mother. I can only imagine the shitstorm that would follow if your mother found out! But in the future, no more. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go ahead and get ready for supper then." I quickly got up and left, and on my way upstairs texted Karen. Naturally she was scared too, and quickly agreed that was the end of our school days rendezvous! What she didn't say was that was the end of our affair. Part of me wanted to break it off, but a much bigger part said NO!

Three days went by. Karen was keeping our communication to just friendly text messages, and Eleanor's husband had been home all week. However, I did notice that the girls at school were now paying more attention to me. I overhead one of them saying how much I had changed over the last few weeks, and how confident I looked now. Even a couple of my teachers had noticed it.

So it was once again Thursday, and the wine club. This time I made sure to stay away from the house so no one would see any looks, innocent or not, between anybody! I was surprised when I pulled my bike into the driveway to see one of the lady's cars still there. I didn't recognize whose car it was, so I was ready for anything when I went in the kitchen door to see one of my Mom's friends sitting in the family room.

Her name was Peggy Baker, and she was about my mother's age, in her mid-40's. She wore a permed blonde hairstyle with large gold hoops dangling off of both earlobes, dark red lipstick and nails and a white off shoulder ruffled blouse that made it clear she had no bra on. Her tits were perfectly round and large, not sagging at all, and the blouse showed them off to perfection against her skinny physique. It was obvious that she had indeed had a boob job as my mother had often claimed, but they were very sexy and instantly drew any man's attention.

Her long legs were stretched out, and she was wearing white slacks that were tight against her flesh. She had on a pair of cork sandal three inch wedges. She was looking at her phone and didn't notice me at first as I came in. My mom was in the kitchen and looked up at me.

"Hey, John. How was school?"

"Regular day. What's going on?" tilting my head towards Mrs. Baker.

"Oh, her car wouldn't crank and we're waiting on a tow truck. I'm going to run her home after they tow it."

"Why didn't you just run her home already? She doesn't need to be here for that."

"She said she wanted to wait. Something about her husband being upset about the car and worried about the people towing it. So she said she'd stay here until the tow truck picked it up, then I'll run her home."

I knew I should go upstairs and work on my homework, but the sight of Mrs. Baker and her sex appeal were drawing me like a moth to a flame. I walked into the room and she looked up at me.

"Hello, John."

"Hello, Mrs. Baker. How are you doing?"

"Oh, that damn car of mine broke down again. I'm just waiting on the tow truck."

"Sorry to hear that. You look very nice today."

Mrs. Baker had a new look of interest in her eyes after I said that, and I wondered what was coming over me, especially with my mother in the other room! "Well, that's very polite of you, but I'm sure I don't compare to all of those young girls at the high school you see every day."

I lowered my voice some, and replied, "I think you look much better than any of those young girls. I think a mature woman is much more attractive."

"Well!" The tone of her voice didn't match her words at all, and she looked at me suggestively before saying in a reluctant tone of voice, "Looks like you've grown up pretty well yourself! But I am married, and as much as I'd like to continue this conversation, and see if you're man enough to live up to it, your mother is just in the other room."

I smiled. "Well, anytime you feel like talking...." I walked out, my heart beating in my chest from my new found boldness! I couldn't believe I had done that! I went upstairs and started working on my homework. About thirty minutes later my mother called up to me.

"John?"

"Yes, mom?"

"Could you come down here for a minute?"

I went downstairs to find both women in the kitchen. My mother looked over at me. "The tow truck just left with Mrs. Baker's car, but I have food in the stove for dinner tonight. Can you watch the food until I get back?"

"Sure, Mom."

I saw Mrs. Baker lick her lips, looking at me out of the corner of her eye but addressing my mother. "Listen, Katherine, I hate to take you away from your dinner. Why can't John use your car to drive me home?"

"Are you sure, Peggy? That really would be a big help."

"Oh, no problem at all. I think he can take good care of me." The words were simple enough, but the double entendre I sensed behind them sent shivers down my spine.

"Well, okay then. John, take my car and be careful, please."

"No problem, Mom." I took her keys off the hook and Mrs. Baker and I went outside and out to the car together. Like I had been taught, I opened the door for her and she looked at me from under her eyelashes, saying in a flirty tone, "Such a gentleman!"

I went around and got in, and we headed towards her house.

"So, John, do you have a girlfriend right now?"

"No, I had one but she broke up with me." I wasn't about to say that I'd been fucking two friends of hers!

"You must get awful lonely at times. Is that why you were flirting with me?"

I swallowed nervously. Mrs. Baker was looking at me like I was a particularly juicy piece of meat on the menu. "Oh, I was just being honest."

We pulled into her driveway and I stopped. "Are you sure that was all you meant by that?" One small hand came over and caressed the front of my shirt, drifting down the front. Her fingernails caused goosebumps to erupt all over me as they rubbed gently against my skin.

I turned towards her and reached one hand out, cupping one of those magnificent breasts of hers and running my hand over it until I found the nipple, then teasing it with my fingers until it popped up. Her hand went down to my crotch, and she gasped as she felt my hardness through my pants. "Well, maybe you do mean what you say!"

I reached around her back and pulled her closer, and our lips met. Initially they just touched, then a wave of lust seemed to come over her as she pushed herself closer to me, her mouth urgently opening, her tongue coming into my mouth, moaning as our lips moved on each other, our tongues fighting in each other mouths.

When she broke the kiss and gently pushed me away, Peggy was breathing heavy, her lipstick was mussed, and she had a look of confusion on her face. "What the hell am I doing making out with my friend's son in my own driveway!?"

She got out of the car and looked at me. "You could be very dangerous for me, you know that?"

I smiled gently at her and handed her my cell phone. "Put your number in and we'll see just how dangerous you want to be."

For a long moment she just looked at me, then at the phone, temptation and common sense warring with each other on her face. But she couldn't resist another peek at my crotch, and my rampant prick bulging the material out seemed to sway her, as she took the phone, punched in a number, then turned and walked inside. I watched her tight, small ass, her pants almost molded to it, swinging defiantly back and forth as she disappeared inside. I drove home whistling.

I really wasn't expecting Peggy Baker to call me, despite the longing I'd seen on her face looking at my fully erect cock, even hidden by my pants. But when my phone buzzed that night about 10PM and I saw an unknown number pop up, I wasn't too surprised to hear her voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"John?"

"Hello, Mrs. Baker."

"You must think I'm a terrible slut calling you."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm calling the 18 year old son of my best friend while my husband's upstairs asleep."

"And why does that make you a slut, not that I'd ever call you that."

"Why wouldn't you? I am one. I can't stop thinking about that bulge I saw in your pants today and imagining what I'd like you to do to me with it."

"And what's that?"

"I want you to fuck me with it."

I heard a noise in the background, like clothing rustling around, and it came to me that she was playing with herself while talking to me! I had this mature housewife so horny she was having phone sex with me! I have to admit a feeling of intense pride came over me, along with a massive burst of confidence, and I decided to see just how far she would go.

"Are you playing with yourself right now?"

"How did you know that?"

"Because I am thinking of your beautiful body and how soft your lips were today."

"Are you jacking on that nice, hard prick of yours?" I pulled my stiff cock out of my pants and started jacking on it, reaching for one of my T-shirts to wrap around the head.

"Yes, baby, thinking about your lips wrapped around it."

"You like the idea of my slutty lips wrapped around that nice, big cock of yours? You like the idea of me sucking on that nice, long prick of yours?"

"Yes, baby. Are you putting your fingers into that sweet cunt of yours?"

"Yes I am. I'm thinking about how much I wish your tongue was down there."

"Would you like me to lick that sweet cunt of yours, Mrs. Baker? Do you wish it was my dick plunging in and out of your hot, married cunt? Do you like the idea of cheating on your husband with a big cocked young man?"

"God, baby, Yes! I'm such a slut! I love the idea of you fucking me! Putting that big prick into me over and over and over and oh My GOD YES!!!!" I heard her breathing very fast, and it sounded like she had slumped back onto whatever she was sitting on.

It was a couple of moments before she came back on. "I have never done anything like that with anyone before, John. That was so intense."

"Trust me, I was glad to do it. You really are a very sexy female, Mrs. Baker. I would like to get to know you much better."

"Maybe." With that, she hung up, and unfortunately I had to finish myself off with just thoughts of her.

It was Saturday morning, and I was just getting out of bed when my phone buzzed with a text message from Peggy Baker. It simply said '10AM'. I realized that I didn't have much time, and quickly jumped in and out of the shower before getting on my bike and riding over there. When I got there, the garage door was open, and as soon as I pulled in, it shut behind me.

She was standing at the door, looking uncertainly at me. She was wearing a heavy white bathrobe that concealed her charms totally. But she did have white, three inch stiletto high heels on with what looked like white nylons. She was also wearing makeup and looked damn good.

I followed her into the house and we sat down together on a sofa, revealing her shapely legs wearing what were indeed white nylons, one crossed over the other. She pointed to a matching chair sitting to one side. "When I called you the other night, that's where I was sitting."

I nodded and didn't say anything, sensing that she didn't need an answer.

"My husband is a good provider. That's what I wanted from this marriage, to be provided for. He gladly paid for my boob job, because I was always so insecure about them. But I'm not a lover to him, I'm a trophy. You know what a trophy wife is, right?"

I nodded and she continued. "Well, even though we've been married for years, I'm still just a trophy he won. He went on to the next prize and leaves me on the shelf collecting dust. Oh he'll dust me off once in a while, but for the most part I sit and look pretty."

She looked at me. "Then you came along, and it was obvious you found me attractive. You were confident enough to flirt with me with your mother in the next room! That turned me on, that youthful confidence you have. Then in the driveway that erection you were sporting made it clear to me that you weren't some young kid, you were a man. And finally, the other night. I called you because Arthur once again blew me off. I don't know what I expected when I called you, but what you gave me was well beyond anything I could have dreamed of! Finally, you don't seem to care who my husband is or what you can get from me or him, other than the obvious."

I smiled at that one and she smiled back, then Peggy Baker got to her feet and stood in front of me, holding out one perfectly manicured hand, the massive rock on her engagement ring sparkling in the morning sunlight, the wedding band still next to it, but the bright red fingernails adding a slightly slutty look. "Follow me."

I got up and we walked upstairs and into what was obviously a guest bedroom. She closed and locked the door, then turned towards me. "Arthur left this morning for golf and a lunch meeting, but there's no reason to take any chances."

I nodded.

She opened the bathrobe, dropping it to the floor, and giggled as my mouth dropped open! This woman was stacked! Her breasts, courtesy of the silicon, stuck out straight and proud, no wrinkles, the nipples poking out like two eraser nubs. They were easily the biggest breasts I'd ever seen, and I longed to get my mouth on them. Below the breasts was an old fashioned white corset, squeezing her abdomen tight and giving her the classic hourglass figure, and her white stockings were gartered to it. Peggy didn't have any panties on, and her curly blonde bush was impressive, already glistening with moisture.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think it'll be easier to show you!" I quickly stripped off my own clothes, and my cock sprang free from its confinement. She gasped with pleasure at the sight of it.

"Oh my God, John, it's even bigger than I dreamed of!" As if she was in a trance, she came over to me, reaching down and grasping it, and I moaned with pleasure as she lightly stroked it.

"God, John, it's so big and hard!" She began to lightly jack it, stroking it, using both of her hands to play with it.

I returned the favor, reaching out and caressing one of those magnificent tits, soft but firm behind it, teasing the nipples, holding both of them in my hands and then bending over, fastening my mouth on one of those inviting nipples and sucking on it.

"Yes, baby, yes! Suck those titties! I love it!"

I alternated between one nipple and the other, licking it, kissing it, gently biting it, and sucking on it. She forced her breasts into my mouth, shoving them forward, craving the attention.

I took both hands and ran them down the silk garment, then ran them over her thighs and into her pussy, already wet and ready. Still sucking her nipple, I took one finger and gently began to explore the depths of those wet, ready folds.

"Oh baby, that feels so good! Play with my pussy, baby, oh God I need you to fuck me! I need to be fucked so badly!"

She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, cowgirl style, leaning over me with those massive tits, placing her pussy at the head of my prick and slowly lowering herself onto it. Her pussy was nice and snug, soaking wet, clutching at my prick. She picked herself up and fucked my prick into her pussy again.

"Oh, John, you feel so good inside me! I just love that young cock of yours! It's so damn hard!"

She bounced faster on me, fucking me as hard as she could, her tits jiggling but not really bouncing, and I held her hips and guided her, fucking at her as she came down. Her pussy felt so damn good, soft, hot and wet, like a glove milking every square inch of my cock, squeezing every inch of pleasure.

I was getting excited, too excited, and I had to take control. I rolled us over, with my cock staying in her, and she moaned with pleasure as I stuffed my prick deep into her.

"Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me baby! Make me your fucking slut!"

There was that word again, and while I would never dream of calling a mature woman like Peggy a slut under normal circumstances, this seemed different.

"You like me fucking you, slut? You like me fucking your married cunt like the cheating slut you are?"

I was fucking her steadily, but when she heard that it was obvious that was a major turn on for Peggy. Her legs, that had been spread widely, now came up over me, locking me into position, her white stockings and heels wrapped around me, her hips bucking frantically at me as I stroked into her harder and harder.

"Yes, baby! Yes, I am a slut! I love being a slut with you! I love you making me a slut! "

"You like cheating on your husband like the slut you are?"

"Yes, baby, yes! I love cheating on him with you! I love you bringing out just what a slut I am! Oh, baby, I love it -- I love it -- I love it -- YYYEEESSS!!!!!!!!" and I felt her pussy clench around my dick, her legs tightened up and she exploded underneath me as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

It was too much for me, and I grunted with pleasure as my own orgasm ripped through me, my cock convulsing, sending my cum deep into her married pussy.

Peggy was breathing like she'd just run a marathon, and I collapsed onto the sheets beside her, one arm draped over her. It took both of us a few minutes to calm down, before she rolled over and looked at me. "That was some of the most intense sex I've had in a long time, John."

I rolled to face her, using one hand to caress her face, ignoring the lines around the corners of her eyes and on her chin, signs of her maturity. "I really enjoyed it too."

"So where did you get the idea to call me a slut?" She didn't look upset, but her voice was serious.

"When we had phone sex, you called yourself one. I thought it might turn you on."

She smiled a secret smile at me, inviting me to be part of it. "It does." She sat up in bed and looked at me, and the juxtaposition of this hot, sexy wife, dressed in a corset and white lingerie, blonde hair cascading around her, but looking at me like she was a lawyer in the courtroom caused me to smile to myself.

"Ever since I had my first affair, I feel guilty about cheating on Arthur. But in a weird way it turns me on. I think that it comes from paying him back. He's so confident, thinks he has the world right where he wants it, that he's in control of everything and everybody, that he even controls me.

"But no one controls me, and I won't let anyone control me. So it always amuses me that he thinks I'm such a perfect wife, does whatever he wants me to do, and yet without him knowing it I'm a dirty little slut fucking whoever I please. Does that make sense?"

Instead of answering her, I leaned over and kissed her, and Peggy returned it, softly at first, then more intense, moaning around my mouth, her lips moving on mine, her tongue coming into my mouth, pushing herself against me. I returned it with equal fervor, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tight against me, feeling those massive tits crushing against my chest as we kissed.

When we broke for air, she pushed me back on the bed. "God, I love doing this!" She bent down over my cock, playing with it. "Do you like this slutty wife playing with your nice cock like this? Do you want me to put it in my slutty mouth, baby? Do you?"

I reached up and grabbed her hair, trying to pull her down, and she giggled, pulling back from me, still jacking it softly. "Uh-uh, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to suck my cock, Peggy."

"Who do you want to suck your cock?"

"I want you to suck my cock, Mrs. Baker. I want a sexy, hot, slutty cheating wife to suck my cock!"

"Good boy." She bent over and took the tip into her mouth. It felt so good, those sexy red lips engulfing the tip of my cock, her tongue swishing around the head of it.

"Oh God baby, that feels so damn good!"

She started moving her mouth up and down, holding my cock with her hand, keeping pace with her mouth, sucking on it as she pulled back. Within a minute it was hard as a rock again, and she pulled her mouth off. "Did you like that, baby?"

"God, yes!"

"I love young men! They recover so quickly. Now come over here and let me see how well you eat pussy."

She turned around on the bed, spreading her legs out wide for me, and I eagerly climbed between them. I bent down, and began kissing and licking one smooth thigh just above the pantyhose and along the garter. The moans I was getting told me I was on the right track, and I took one hand and rubbed her love mound, while I teased her thighs with my tongue and lips.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good."

"You like that?"

"Mmm-hmm."

I moved my mouth closer to her ragged pink pussy lips, teasing, kissing, licking and sucking all around her sex. "God, baby. You're teasing me so well. Please lick my cunt -- God I want it so badly."

I willingly moved over to her cunt and began licking the edges of her lips, then used my tongue and pushed it into her pussy herself. Peggy grabbed my head, letting out a fierce moan of pleasure.

"Yes, baby, Yes! That's what I want!"

I moved over and began licking her clit, and she let out a long wail of pleasure. "GOD BABY YES! That's what I want! Give it to me!" She shoved her hips up at me, and I concentrated on that little nub of flesh sticking out, kissing it, licking it, rubbing it with my tongue until I felt her entire body tense up, then a flood of fluids came pouring out and Peggy convulsed into her orgasm.

I quickly moved up on top of her and placed my hard cock at the entrance to her juicy pussy, pushing my shaft into her the first few inches until I met resistance, and I felt her trembling from another small orgasm triggered just by my entrance. I stayed there for a moment, letting Peggy get used to me again. I saw us in the mirror hanging above the dresser, her legs spread out, still wearing the heels, her blonde hair laying strewn across the pillow, her face twisted with lust and passion.

I leaned down and began suckling at one of her nipples again, her breasts proudly sticking out above her chest, two mounds of pleasure just for my enjoyment. Within a moment she moaned with pleasure, moving her hips forward, trying to get me inside her. I gladly pushed my cock into her the rest of the way, and she felt so good, looser than before, but grasping every inch of my hard shaft with that wet, velvet pleasure tunnel of hers.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer to her, her legs crossing above my back, thrusting her hips up. "Baby, don't tease me anymore. Fuck this slut with that hard cock of yours. Give it to me baby, please give it to me. I need it so badly, baby."

I slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, setting up a slow, steady rhythm. Peggy began moaning with pleasure each time I went in, eagerly pulling me closer to her, leaning her head upwards towards mine.

We kissed hungrily, desperately, as I started pounding her harder and harder, shoving my dick into her as deep as I could, trying to shove my tongue into her as deep as my dick was, her pushing hers into my mouth, moaning with pleasure at the pounding I was giving her. It was too much, this beautiful woman beneath me, feeling her having a little orgasm every few moments, her pussy so warm and wet and tight, and I grunted with pleasure as I felt myself explode deep inside her.

I slumped down beside her, my cock softening but still buried inside her, Peggy curling up beside me, obviously exhausted. Neither one of us spoke for a long few minutes.

"God, John, that was incredible. I haven't cum that many times since college."

I reached over and gently caressed her face. "Trust me, Mrs. Baker, I enjoyed it as well."

She giggled at that. "God, I enjoy you calling me that. It sounds all prim and proper, without anyone understanding just what a slut you made me into today." She reached down and gently caressed my cock. "You are an incredible lover, John. We are going to do this again, aren't we?" There was a pleading note in her voice at that.

I leaned over her and kissed her gently, which she eagerly returned. "Oh, I can guarantee that if I have anything to say about it! I think you're the one in charge of it, though."

She smiled. "How about I call you the next time I have a few hours free?"

"Sounds good."

I got up and went into the bathroom, wiping myself down with a towel.

"You know, you could take a shower if you want to."

"No, I'd rather not risk it. Better not to take chances that your husband might get home early."

She nodded at that. "I hate it, but you're probably right. I'll text you later, okay?"

I smiled at her while getting dressed, then walked over where she was still laying on the bed, leaning down and kissing her again, her kissing me back.

"Sounds like a plan."

I was soon on my bike heading home.