Bobby was stalking around the supermarket. He’d heard it was a great place to pick up bored housewives, but all he’d seen recently were stressed ones with young kids and little time for a twenty one year old Casanova.

He’d been skulking around for ages, the place so large that he could have lived in a tent in the camping department, unnoticed for months and living off canned food, had security not been beefed up due to a homeless man doing the exact same thing a year before. About to give up on his escapade, he spied a woman in her late 30’s reaching for an item on a high shelf and decided he’d offer his services before leaving his fruitless quest.

“Can I give you a hand with that?” He asked.

“A true gent, if ever I saw one.” She replied, dropping her arms to her sides and turning in his direction. She looked towards him and smiled. The smile brightened up her face, making her look prettier than he’d imagined and he almost regretted approaching her, she was way out of his league. Her top revealed her cleavage and ample bosom. Her skirt was mid-thigh length and her legs were in stockings.

Bobby stood still, admiring her beauty, mouth slightly agape.

“Could you reach that box for me please?” She asked, breaking his thoughts. He’d been lost in a daydream, thinking of licking her shapely legs all the way from toes to pussy and was halfway to her knee when her voice brought him back to earth with a bump.

“Er, y.. y.. yeah, sure!” He stammered. Rosie thought it was cute. She hadn’t affected anyone like this for a while. He was cute too, and just over 6 foot. Rosie didn’t know why, but she felt the urge to touch his bum as he reached for the box, she squeezed it a little, then stepped back as he brought it down and placed it in her trolley. She noticed the bulge in his pants and felt butterflies in her stomach, a memory surfaced as she remembered the feeling from meeting her husband, Steve, ten years earlier, at a bar in town.

She asked “Do you work here?”

“No” he replied, “I was just mooching around the store…”

“Looking to pick up a lonely hausfrau!” She suggested. His guilty look said it all. “Well you can give me a hand with the higher shelves if you’ve nothing else to do? All the best stuff is just out of my reach” she chuckled. At a loss for words and fascinated by her charm, he followed as she pushed the trolley, occasionally reaching something from a shelf as she admired his behind.

They chatted along the way through the store. Rosie found out that Bobby had just left college and was waiting to start a new job the next week. The job came with a car, so, with no transport yet, not much money and time on his hands, he’d decided to see if his friends, who’d all boasted about picking up horny, older chicks in the supermarket were just having him on or not. Rosie felt a little flattered by this, it’s not every day someone calls you a horny chick, and she could have done without the “older” bit though, it reminded her she was at least 15 years his senior.

After helping her load the car, Rosie asked if he fancied a coffee at the little place on the corner, Bobby said he would, “My treat,” she said “I couldn’t have done it so quickly without your help”.

They entered the coffee shop; he took a seat in a semi-circular booth as she ordered. After staring at her bum, legs and breasts all morning, his penis had finally subsided and rested down the leg of his boxers. He was about to rearrange himself when she returned with the coffees, placed them on the table and slid next to him along the vinyl seat. “Thanks again for that” she said, reaching down and innocently squeezing his thigh. Her hand seem to linger, until his expanding cock nudged her hand and she uttered a small “Oh!” before he started to apologise profusely.

“SorryohGodsorry!” he couldn’t get the words out quick enough but her hand remained on his thigh, then moved slowly up his impressive length, tracing the outline through his jeans with her fingers. She had a faraway look as she licked her lips and Bobby asked if she was okay, “Eh? Yeah, sure.” she took her mug and sipped her drink. She looked at Bobby, he couldn’t quite understand the look in her eyes, but at least she didn’t look pissed off, she looked both devious and aroused.

Rosie was actually wondering how she could get a peek at this marvellous cock. It felt much bigger than her husband Steve’s, who was at work on a project and was recently returning home late and too tired for fun. She also thought of John, his work buddy, who’s cock, though larger than Steve’s, hadn’t felt as big as this one, and this one felt huge! The feeling in her pussy made up her mind. As she drained the dregs of her coffee and placed the empty cup on the table, she asked Bobby if he wouldn’t mind helping to put the shopping away at her house. He was still mesmerised by her and only taking in half of what she said, so he just agreed. He finished his drink, left the shop, got in the car and they drove to Rosie’s home.

She took the scenic route on purpose. He kept stealing glances at her legs, her skirt had ridden up her luscious thighs when she sat down, showing the tops of her stockings. She was trying to concentrate on the road, but couldn’t help notice the growing bulge in his pants when she looked out through the passenger window. Embarrassed, he was trying in vain to cover it with his hands.

Still looking at the road, her hand moved under his, stole to his crotch and gently squeezed his hardness through his jeans. Satisfied, she purred quietly to herself as she took his hand and held it on her thigh. She looked to a photo on the dashboard, Steve, her husband, looked back, holding her daughter, Beatrice. His work buddy John and his wife Sheila were also in the picture, all wearing big smiles.

Five years ago, after a drunken but memorable threesome with John and Steve, Rosie had conceived baby Beatrice. Sheila didn’t know that her husband could be Bea’s father; she also didn’t know which of the two men had fathered Melissa, her daughter, who had been born two years ago from a foursome at Rosie and Steve’s house.

Rosie’s pussy ached. Bobby was casually caressing her thigh, moving his fingers in small circles towards her mons, then drawing a line back down to mid-thigh and repeating the cycle back up. The tension was frustrating, so she took a wrong turn on purpose, his teasing hands brushed her panties, and he touched her lips through the damp fabric, moving to the edge of the material, looking for a way underneath. She looked at Bobby’s pants, they looked like they had their own pulse, something needed to escape and she wanted to be the one to free it.

Remembering the road, trying not to lose control of the car while Bobby was getting her flustered, her mind went back to John.

The birth of Melissa had been the last time she’d enjoyed John’s cock. Sheila, John’s wife, was overdue and desperate. She’d read that hard sex could induce labour, so of course, being closer than friends, they’d had to oblige. They’d gone up there for the weekend and, on arrival, after John had let them in, found Sheila on her knees, on the bed, begging for a hard cock. Sheila was so horny thinking about it, she couldn’t wait for them, so John had already tried and was recharging himself, sat on a chair in his bathrobe.

Steve had taken his Viagra on the journey up, so he was ready to roll. He slid his rigid member into Sheila’s waiting pussy, John’s cum oozing out as he fucked her, ramming in his cock until Sheila cried out in orgasm, satisfied but without the result she was after.

John was hard again and ready for round two, but Rosie had brought Roger, her favourite vibrator. She pushed the hard plastic into Sheila’s sloppy cunt. Sheila grunted and Rosie switched it on, “Oh fuck!” She moaned as the vibrations tickled her clit while Rosie pushed the vibrator in and out of her friends vagina, Steve’s penis was flaccid, but John’s was stood to attention as Rosie brought Sheila to a dramatic climax. Sheila, unable to contain herself, wailed in delight as she came, her waters broke and covered Rosie’s arm in mucus and sperm. “We’ve got to get to the hospital quick” Rosie panicked.

Steve, already pulling on his pants, said calmly “I’ll take her, you two clean up and meet us there” and led Sheila, in her bathrobe, to the car. Rosie was still horny after servicing her friend, John was too, so before leaving for the hospital, she hurriedly pulled him on to the bed and, although his wife was about to give birth, he fucked her, hard.

A bump in the road brought her to her senses as Bobby finally snaked his way under the elastic of her panties and massaged her. His finger parted her lips and pressed on her clit. She ground her hips into his exploring finger and had to pull over as she came. “Oh God!” she cried as he continued to stroke her. She placed her hand on his, pushed him in deeper, then held him there as her orgasm took over and his fingers found her g-spot. A bead of sweat trickled down her back and her heart fluttered. “I’ve got to get you home!” She said, removing his hand from her pussy and flooring the accelerator. She kept his hand on her leg, still making slow circles with his fingers; her thighs seemed to be thrumming and her hips restless. She’d never felt so excited and so horny, she’d never needed fucking so much.

She pulled on to the drive and flung the door open. Stepping out she found her legs were shaking and had to steady herself against the car. Regaining composure, she dashed to her front door and fumbled the key into the lock. Bobby entered right behind her and, as soon as the door was closed, started kissing her neck. Running his hands down her sides, around her flat belly and moving up to cup her breasts, Rosie melted into him as her earlobes were kissed and sucked. From behind he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, pulling it from the waistband of her skirt and letting it slide down her slender arms to the floor. She reached back, unclasped her bra and he pushed the straps off her shoulders. Freeing her breasts from their silky prison, he turned her around, kissed her lips, then kissed each nipple, feeling the weight of each breast and stroking the underside gently. He licked around her areole and her nipples responded, standing erect as he flicked them with his tongue.

Rosie exhaled; it felt like she’d been holding her breath for hours. She unbuttoned his shirt and started on his belt buckle as he pulled his shirt off. She unfastened his fly as he bent down to kiss her, her hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers and stroked the length of his hard penis as her other hand pushed his jeans from his hips, then pushed his boxers down. Their lips parted and their tongues met, both hungry with lust as he raised her skirt and pushed down her soaked panties, pausing to caress her pussy lips as she gripped him tightly. He inserted a finger, then another, teasing her swollen clit.

She shuddered as she came, her knees buckling as she knelt on the carpet, still holding him. From down here Rosie could see the length of his cock and wondered if she could fit it all in her mouth. She licked his penis from balls to tip, savouring the taste of his pre-cum, his fingers running through her hair as she started to insert his cock into her mouth. Her tongue played with his frenulum and danced around the sensitive head, she could feel it swelling in her mouth as Bobby tried to hold back. With her lips sliding down his penis, her tongue exploring the shaft behind them and her hand massaging his balls, Bobby could hold on no longer and he gushed into her mouth. Rosie loved the taste of cum, so she swallowed as much as she could, trying hard as spurt after spurt hit the back of her throat. He pulled out as his last gush splashed on her breasts; she scooped it up and licked it, provocatively, off her finger.

Rosie knew she wouldn’t make it upstairs with him, wordlessly; she pulled him towards the couch and sat down on the edge of the cushion. He moved between her legs as she reclined and he started kissing her inner thighs, slowly moving towards his prize. She was close to cumming even before his tongue parted her folds, so when he flicked her clit with his tongue and delved into her depths with his fingers, she nearly exploded as she came. Her legs were over his shoulders and her heels in his back as she tried to force him deeper into herself. Her thighs were squeezing his head as his tongue probed her pussy as she screamed through another climax.

Neither of them heard the back door open. Steve, returning on the early train to surprise his wife, had noticed the shopping still in the car, so, thinking Rosie had either just got back or forgotten about it, opened the car, which was still unlocked, and made his way through the kitchen door at the side of the house. He placed the bags on the counter and was about to announce himself when her heard the familiar sound of his wife in the throes of ecstasy. “She must be playing with Roger” he thought to himself as he crept towards the lounge. As he stood in the doorway he saw a man between Rosie’s legs, her hips raised as she came forcefully into his face. The sound of Rosie cumming had always made Steve hard and it hadn’t failed now. Not knowing whether to be angry or horny, his penis took over and did the thinking for him. Not wanting to be seen, he reached into a kitchen drawer for the video camera, prayed it was fully charged, and placed it on the corner of the counter. The camera had a good view of the lounge and could remain unnoticed by the copulating couple.

He angled the screen so he could see it from a dining chair, he pressed record, sat back, freed his cock from his trousers and started stroking it gently, not wanting to cum before his wife and her new friend.

In the lounge, Rosie had come down from her last orgasm and sat back panting. Bobby raised his head from her dripping pussy; she reached out and stroked his hair, then told him to sit down. He sat next to her, his penis at full height and painfully erect. She straddled him on the couch, her pussy, dripping with excitement, hovering over his erect penis. She started her descent, slowly. His cock touched her lips and parted them. She eased the bulbous head into her vagina and stopped, enjoying the sensation of her pussy being stretched.

Saliva and her juices eased the passage as she slid down further, only reaching half way before she could feel her orgasm building. She was moving slowly, but the tension grew too much for Rosie so she impaled herself fully on his massive organ, triggering her orgasm as their groins met. Panting, she ground her hips into his, feeling the full length of his cock filling her womb and pushing her cervix. She raised herself up off his member, and, keeping the head between her pussy lips, descended slowly once more. Rosie felt like it had no end, that it would keep flowing into her, filling her entirely, until her bottom touched his balls. She rose slowly again, getting used to the size of him, her pussy lubricating his cock as it ploughed through her. She could feel her pulse beating in her chest as he entered her again, her heart fluttering as her swollen clitoris felt every ripple of the veined monster she had allowed to penetrate her inner sanctum. Her rhythm increased as she neared another orgasm. Bobby reached out and, with his hands on her back, pulled her forwards to suck on her hard nipples. He buried his face between her breasts as she came, hugging her to him as her pussy spasmed around his hardness. She threw her head back and cried out as her cunt muscles contracted around his cock, then fell forward, panting.

Bobby was still hard, Rosie was still horny. She needed him to cum inside her. She wanted to feel that monster pulsing inside of her. She stood up, legs unsteady, she pulled him up and bent over, knees braced against the seat, hands on the back of the couch. Bobby needed no prompting; he poised his cock at her entrance and pushed slowly inside of her. Fully impaled again, Rosie nearly lost control; it felt like he’d grown another inch. He took hold of her hips and fucked her slowly, feeling his head rub her clit and her pussy pulsating as she cried out again and again, “Fuck, ooh, fuck, harder, YES! Fuck, fuck me, fuck me fuck ME!!” She screamed as he came in her, his penis throbbing as he emptied himself into her womb. They stayed, joined until her lust subsided and she collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Bobby turned and sat next to her. They embraced and kissed tenderly, still tired from their exertions. Holding each other on the couch.

Glancing at the clock, Rosie stood up quickly and cried “Steve!” He was still in the kitchen, dozing after his own orgasm, which was now across the floor tiles and dripping down a cabinet door. He awoke abruptly and, thinking he’d been rumbled, nearly called out until she continued, panicking, “He’ll be home in a bit and I’ve got to pick Bea up from school. We’ve got to get you out of here!”

They dressed hurriedly and dashed out to the car.

She drove quickly and dropped him back at the supermarket. She kissed him, “Will I see you again?” He asked as he got out of the car. She’d not given him her number and preferred to keep it that way, but she hadn’t completely ruled out another liaison.

“Maybe.” she replied, “This is where I do most of my shopping.” She winked at him and it hung in the air a moment as he wondered what she meant, then he leant back in to kiss her. She kissed his cheek, then drove back home, glancing at him in the rear view mirror until she turned the corner.

Steve meanwhile; had tidied himself, the kitchen and the floor up. He’d also put the shopping away, she might not realise that a couple of bags were missing if he helped her carry in the rest. He wondered if he should confront her about her little dalliance, but decided against it as he was too embarrassed to say he’d seen it all and wanked himself furiously over it. He picked up the camera, ejected the memory card and put it in his pocket, “Must get a new card.” he said to himself, “might get another chance to film her again.”

Rosie’s car pulled on to the drive and he went out to greet her, she looked tired, Beatrice, in the passenger seat, was wrinkling her nose. “Hard day at the shops love?” He asked.

“You have no idea!” Rosie replied, “You’re home early?” She said.

“Yeah, thought I’d call it a day, spend some quality time with my gorgeous wife!” She smiled wanly.

“I’ll sort this lot out my love, you go and have a bath, you look like you need one!”

“Cheers babe.” she replied wearily, walking stiffly into the house and slowly up the stairs.

He opened Beatrice’s door and leant in to unbuckle her, “It smells funny in here Daddy.” she said, he inhaled deeply, getting a lungful of Rosie’s juices with a hint of her lover’s semen. He looked at the driver’s seat and spotted a damp patch.

“Hmm, I think Mummy needs a new air freshener. Help Daddy with these bags princess and then you can go upstairs to your room and play.” His daughter jumped out the car and grabbed a couple of light bags. His hand went to the little card in his pocket, closed around it and he smiled to himself, “I might just watch that again later too.” he thought.

Steve picked up the rest of the shopping and took it into the house.

Sx.

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