Jane and Matt arrived home at the same time. Matt had actually parked down the street a little. He decided it would be safer if he kept all the toys, just to save Jane’s blushes.
Jane rang the doorbell and looked at Matt, he winked at her and smiled then disappeared inside his own house. Jane rang the doorbell again. There was no answer, she eventually rummaged around in her bag for the keys and opened it herself, she struggled in with her bags.
She sighed and wondered whether she could stay next door for a couple of hours with Matt. She thought long and hard and decided not to. A smile crossed Jane’s face, she wondered whether her husband would want to be fucked. She ended up laughing out loud.
Jane wandered around the house and looked into every room, much of it was tidy expect the lounge, which contained a few glasses and some empty Chinese cartons with their forks still in them, she wondered how he had managed to keep the place this tidy.
She moved to the kitchen and was just about to start washing the glasses that were left on the side when she noticed red lipstick on one of them. She turned the glass in her hand, analysing it. She left it on the drainer with the rest. She then counted the forks and cartons.
She started to form suspicions of what might have happened, she bit her lip mulling over her thoughts and generally putting two and two together.
Jane struggled upstairs with her bag, not that it was heavy, it was just that the stairs were narrow and it was awkward. She reached the top and was half way to the bedroom when the front door opened. She nearly shouted downstairs, but a giggling voice stopped her, then she heard her husbands voice. Jane was breathing heavily, then she decided to quickly and quietly move the bag into the spare room, the same room that she herself went into and she closed the door.
The giggling got louder and then she heard some playful screaming and laughing from a woman’s voice. Bill was laughing as well. Jane closed the door and so that there was only a narrow gap that she could see through.
She saw breasts first as a red-headed boisterous red-lipped woman rounded the stairs closely followed by her husband Bill, arms extended and feeling her arse as they ran up the stairs. He probably never even knew what time it was or when Jane would be home, she thought. Either that or he just didn’t give a fuck!
The woman entered Jane’s bedroom. “Get yer kit off and loosen those tits for me Bev…” cried Bill as he chased after her.
Jane left it a good five minutes, judging by what she got when they were married, five minutes and he would have spent his load. However, they seemed to be going at it hammer and tong when she opened the door and started to walk to the bedroom. Bill was grunting and groaning and Bev must have been screaming her orgasm into the room.
“Well…fuck…me!” exclaimed Jane using long drawn out words. She looked down on her husbands arse as he pumped into the red-headed tart on the bed, she hadn’t even got her kit off properly before the slob of a husband had stuck his cock in her. Fuck they looked gross together, thought Jane.
The words were enough. Bill looked around and started to dismount the tart and Bev, looked on in amazement and sheer disbelief over his shoulder.
“Jane…” spluttered Bill, “what…” Bill couldn’t get a sentence out of his mouth, he looked at Jane and then at Bev and then at Jane. Jane’s experience at domination kicked in. She wondered whether she should look shocked then join in by licking the tart’s pussy, feel genuinely hurt and upset at finding out that her husband was having an affair or not even giving a fuck. The first she would have done if it was Matt, the second would have been an out-and-out lie and the third would have been just right. She thought of the three bears story and smiled, like she was Goldilocks.
“Don‘t you dare fucking tell me…it‘s not what you think!” she said.
Bill shut up and said nothing. The tart gathered some clothes around her, got off the bed and stood next to it. She also said nothing.
Jane looked at the tart, “Get out of my fucking house now…”, she pointed at the bedroom door and she stepped to one side to let her through. Bev more of less ran through the door and out of the house. Jane looked at her husband all the time she heard footsteps; they finally faded.
“I would call you a bastard,” she started at Bill, “but that would be deceitful of me. Suffice to say, I won‘t be sharing your bed tonight…”
Jane started for the door herself. She was half way down the stairs when she turned her head up the stairs, “Or fucking ever again, good riddance you fucking loser!” she shouted. The fact was, Jane knew he was a loser anyway, she knew she would be better off this way, but, she thought, she would have liked a little more time to find her new life and feet.
She reached the front door with only her handbag to hand, no clothes and very little money. She slammed the door behind her. As she reached the road passing the house, Matt opened his door, he ran towards her and joined her.
“I heard everything,” he said, “come on, let‘s go for a ride,” he said as he ushered her into his car still parked down the street where he had left it. Jane got in, crying. Why the fuck was she crying? She thought. It wasn’t the loss, she thought, so Jane put it down to the shock of the situation. She stared through the windscreen as Matt drove off.
They finally reached an open park, they got out and went for a walk. They talked, in fact, they talked a lot. Jane was glad that Matt had been there for her, he understood her, understood her predicament and most of all knew that she had nowhere to go. She needn’t have worried on that score, her bed for the night would be right next door to her husbands, or should that be, soon to be ex-husband!
Jane and Matt walked arm in arm through the park grounds, they kissed, at first it was a tenderness kiss but they soon got more and more passionate as the walk progressed. They became a lot more entwined, however, Matt had to ask the ultimate question, “Jane…did you really care about Bill?” he asked. Jane thought for a while before answering, “Yes, in a way,” she said, “he was my husband, but as I fucked you first I could hardly complain at catching them!” she exclaimed. “I think, after how you showed life, and especially sex could be like, I could never have stayed with him forever…I guess this has just fast forwarded my whole life,” she said.
“In my direction…” said Matt, “if you want it to be!”
He turned her and looked into her eyes. Jane almost started to cry again. She bit her lower lip, lowered her eyes to the ground and leant into him resting her head on his shoulders.
“I don’t want to be a burden on you…sex is great with you Matt, excellent even, but I don’t want to fast forward your life…” she explained.
“You fast forwarded my life when I let you fuck me!” he exclaimed, laughing.
“You need some TLC,” said Matt, “let‘s go!”
They got back in the car and Matt drove home. As Jane got out of the car, she glanced at her own house, she wondered what was happening inside or whether Bill was down the pub as usual. She followed Matt indoors. As soon as the doors were closed, she was ushered upstairs, told to get undressed and lay on the bed. She did exactly as she was told.
Matt came back into the room, naked, and carrying some lotion.
“I‘m going to give you a massage,” he said, “a sexy one at that…”
Jane smiled at him and rolled onto her back. She propped her head over the pillow and closed her eyes. Her breathing instantly calmed as she felt the oils drip onto the small of her back, then she felt Matt’s hands touch her and massage the oils into her skin. It was luxurious. No-one had ever done this for her before, she thought.
Matt massaged her like a true professional. He concentrated on her legs, bum and the small of her back first before raising himself to sit astride her while he then massaged her upper shoulders and arms. He took his time on her shoulders as he could feel the tension in them. He slowly but surely started to let his hands stray to stroke the side of her breasts and concentrated on the whole side of her body as he did so. Then it was the turn of bum again.
Matt massaged the cheeks of her bum and in so doing let his fingers snake across her anus. He reached for the bottle and poured loads of oil down the crack of her bum. He quickly cupped his hands underneath her to catch the liquid as it fell, and he massaged it into her upper thighs and pussy.
He started to oil her whole thighs as he moved his hands in a rounded motion all over her legs. Then he concentrated on her pussy and belly while she stayed lying on her stomach.
Jane was in seventh heaven. This was glorious she thought, she felt so relaxed and the smell of the oils that he used was wonderful. She was almost falling asleep.
With almost her whole body covered in oil, Matt slipped a finger up her arse. Jane hardly felt a thing. She merely moaned seductively at its intrusion. Matt then laid on top of her and started to draw his cock all over the cheeks of her arse. He then slid to and fro over her body, his firm cock sliding over the crack of her arse and his hands sliding over the side of her breasts in unison.
Jane started to groan with the pleasure this was creating. The subtle touches of her breasts were arousing her and the stiffness against her bum was really erotic and turning her on. She didn’t care too much where his cock would end up, as long as it was inside her.
Matt poured some more oil onto his cock and rubbed it in. It felt wonderfully slinky. It would surely slide anywhere, he thought. He however, knew exactly where it was going.
He started to rub at Jane’s pussy gently, using his hands to open her legs a little further and also feel the inside of her thighs with the other. He massaged her pussy letting the palm of his hand slide over her outer lips. Without any intrusion whatsoever, the oil on his hands was joined with copious amounts of pussy juice. Jane was mewling like a pussy cat, which soon turned to sighing and then groaning.
Her first words throughout the whole massage were, “Fuck that‘s nice…” which she uttered as she tried to lift her arse off the bed and into Matt’s hands. Jane was more than aroused, she wanted sex now, slippery, oily and rampant sex.
As she tried harder to raise her arse from the bed, Matt pushed her legs firmly together and placed his legs either side of her. He rested his body on top of her and started to wiggle his stiff cock in the crack of her arse again.
Then without any more preparation. He pushed his cock up her arse.
Jane only had limited movement underneath Matt, her legs were clamped shut and his gorgeous cock was inside her at last. Jane sighed heavily as he pushed his cock in further.
“Oh fuck yes…” she cried out as his cock came to the end of its motion. There was no more cock left to go up, she had taken it all. Matt placed his hands on the bed under her upper arms and pushed himself backwards. His cock started to come out. At halfway, Matt pushed it all the way back in again. He kept this motion up for a good few minutes, gently fucking Jane’s arse.
Jane was beside herself, her eyes were closed, thought Matt could not see that. She was loving it up her arse, but this was a lot better than the last time, she thought, this was fucking erotic. She broke the eroticism with one sentence.
“Fuck my fucking arse…come on you fucker…fuck it hard!” she exclaimed.
Matt upped his pace, his thrusts got quicker and the length of cock he was thrusting into her became longer as he retracted it more and more each time.
“Oh fuck …YES,” cried Jane, “fuck it into my arse…” she shouted to Matt.
Matt fucked her harder every time she shouted for it harder, not wanting to dissapoint at any stage of this erotic fuck. Matt was breathing heavily and pumping his cock into Jane relentlessly.
“Fuck, I‘m cumm…ing!” she cried out. She couldn’t move with his body on top of her. She just had to lie there and let her orgasm take effect. She had no control at all. Matt didn’t let her down. He fucked into her at an alarming pace and soon he was shouting his orgasm into the room as his spunk jetted into Jane’s arse. As he was cumming inside her, Matt slipped his hands underneath her and tweaked her nipples.
Jane exploded there and then. Her orgasm ripped through her body to the twin sensations of her nipples, arse and even her pussy rubbing on the bed sheets. It was one of the most powerful orgasms that Jane had experienced. Perhaps it was all that oil, she thought.
Her orgasm faded with Matt’s cock still up her arse. He eventually pulled it out and sank down beside her. She turned to him and kissed him passionately. She reached down to his cock which was still semi-hard. She smiled.
There would be more, she thought.
Next door, Bill was sitting up in bed, unable to sleep. He was listening intently to the woman next door, obviously getting it up her arse, by the muffled sounds of her cries and pleading. Lucky bastard, he thought, both of her and the next door neighbour. Bill was alone and was taking it all in, the whole day had turned out very different, very different indeed. He tried desperately to fall asleep, but he kept wishing his wife would have taken it up the arse, and despite their arguments, he also wished she was there with him right now.
