Horny housewives & Milfs: 1> Caught from behind
written by:
Chris-t6290

Introduction/background: Jenna, who was 24 years of age when she married 40-year-old Mark Lloyd, was very much the trophy wife, what with her good looks and a business degree. Her husband had a son, Scott, from his previous marriage, and although he was now 18 years old and attending higher education, he still lived with them. Four years on, and the sex between the couple wasn't quite as exciting as it once was; whether it be because of his age or his long working hours, or, indeed, both. Jenna had often dreamt about having a toy boy, but that was all, until one Saturday, when, having Scott gone off to football practice, Robert, his friend, dropped by.

‘Who could that be?' I wondered, as the front door bell sounded, and right in the middle of washing.

"Coming," I called out, over the noise of the machines, what with the washer vibrating away in the corner of the conservatory.

"Oh hi, hello, Robert," I said, emitting a pleasing effervescent smile. "Come on in," I told him invitingly. "What you been doing, how's high school?" I enquired, as I led him down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Okay, Mrs Lloyd. I actually came to see Scott. Is he home?" he rejoined.

"He's at football practice. He should only be about 30 minutes, why don't you sit down and wait. Would you like a drink?" I asked, having he sat at one side of the kitchenette table.

"Water will be fine, Mrs Lloyd," he informed me.

"You can call me Jenna, Robert, all of Scott's other friends' do. Would you prefer orange?" I suggested as an added alternative.

"Orange will be fine," he said, denoting a slight choking sound to his voice as I took the chilled bottle of juice from the fridge door. ‘Emn, I wonder,' I remarked to myself, as a naughty thought filled my mind.

"There you go, Robert," I exclaimed, handing the glass to him before sitting down at the adjoining side.

"Thank-you Mrs Lloyd, J-Jenna," he nervously corrected himself.

"So, high school. How are you getting on?" I iterated, drawing my legs up as I did, which caused the hem of my short skirt to rise up also.

"I'm doing okay; English is a bit hard," he said, trying his best to avert his eyes from my boldness.

"I'm just finishing the laundry, their pants and my...well, you know," I said, almost suggestively, and now with my ankles resting on the cross support below my seat, my knees slightly apart than what they otherwise should be under the circumstance.

"I actually came to go over some homework with Scott," Robert expounded, as I finished the last of the coffee I'd made before his arrival.

"Well, he shouldn't be too long, Let me give him a call on my cell phone for you," I said, putting my feet down and going to get it.

"Is it okay if I use the toilet, Jenna?"

"Sure, you know where it is," I said, picking up the phone and calling my step-son.

"Hi, Scott! Oh, it's you Alan...he's in the shower. Okay, then, could you give him a message, it's rather important," I said, before dictating it to him.

Having ended the call and put down the phone, I wondered what had happened to Robert. ‘I hope he's okay,' I concernedly worried, before going to check on him.

Taking a hold of the downstairs toilet handle, I turned it, denoting it wasn't locked as I instinctively knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Mrs Lloyd! What are you doing in here?" exclaimed Robert, doing his best to shield me from the rather hard erection he had no doubt been stroking.

"What am I, what are you doing, Robert, and in my toilet?" I questioned, my voice raised in surprise.

"I can't help it, Ms Lloyd. Every time I see you, I get a boner," the young man confessed, as he almost cowered, embarrassingly, with his back towards me.

"Don't be shy, Robert, you're becoming a man," I said, as I, having placed my right hand on his left arm, turned him towards me.

"There, don't worry," I assured him, my eyes widening all the time as I caught a sight of what he held in his hand; a perfect specimen of a manly cock, and it was fully erect.

"That's, gulp, quite a nice head you've got there, Robert," I enthused, as I now moved my hand to stroke it. "A hard cock like this isn't easy to find," I continued, as I, almost mesmerized by its stature, knelt down in front of him.

"What are you. Oh God, yes...doing, Mrs Lloyd?" he said, just as I covered the glans of his manhood with my mouth.

"Don't be shy, Robert, and do please call me Jenna," I rejoined, before taking his warm velvety prick into my mouth and then sliding my sensuous lips back and forth along it; every so often letting out a contented murmur.

"Place your hands behind my head, Robert, make me suck this big ol' cock of yours," I told him.

"Hurmngh," I presently vociferated, as he used my mouth to fuck his cock into, before finally pulling out his saliva coated phallus, which flopped down centimetres above my breasts.

"Emn, you like these too, I take it?" I exclaimed, as I moved my hands to either side and pushed my salmon pink top up. "I bet you'd like to stick your cock in between these, also?" I proffered, as I pushed my shapely breasts together.

Not saying a word, no doubt muted by my overt display of abandonment for my marriage vows, Robert, nevertheless, lowered his arced cock to my cleavage, and began sliding his erection back and forth, up and down.

"Oh Robert, you're such a naughty dominating young man," I exclaimed, only for him to direct my head downwards so that the turgid glans popped in and out of my mouth.

"You want to cum, I take it?"

"Please, Jenna," he almost pleaded, being as that's what he came in here for, however, I wanted, needed more, and I was determined to get it.

"Let's get out of the toilet, then, what with its sanitary smell," I suggested. And having helped me up, I led my step son's friend to the conservatory.

Hopping up onto the warm dryer, I, and all the while fixing him with a coy yet seductive smile, turned my left hip slightly to the right before slowly easing my skirt up to reveal my shapely butt. Almost transfixed to my ass, I then placed my thumb in the waist band of my thong and slowly drew it down; over my round mound and then my thigh, before turning the other way and doing the same. After that, and noticing how moist my panties were as I scrunched them up, I leant back, drew my skirt around my waist, thereby exposing my silky smooth pussy to his gaze, and felt just how wet Robert had made me, before stroking either side of my labia and clit.

"Your quite bold, Jenna," he exclaimed.

"We women, like to masturbate, also," I told him, as I moved my fingers over my swollen clit with alacrity.

"Hem, yes, hem, oh yes, oh God, I'm gonna cum. Quickly, Robert, your cock, put your cock inside me, hurry," I almost beseeched him. And moments later, having filled me up with it, I had the most amazing orgasm.

"Oh God, oh fuck, hem, hem, hem, like that, yes, Robert, fuck me, give it to me," I almost demanded, as it continued to roll through my entire body, finally resonating in my head.

"Hem, hem, you made my toes tingle, young man," I informed him contentedly.

"See how wet you've made me," I said, as I playfully motioned my panties against his nose.

"You smell lovely, Mrs Lloyd, Jenna," he said, correcting himself, as he slowly fucked me.

"I taste quite nice, too," I intimated, as I, having crossed my arms, pulled my top up and over my shoulders and head, before dropping it on the floor with my discarded thong.

"You've got such a lovely firm, hard cock, Robert," I extolled, as I felt another climax generate inside me.

"I want you to eat my pussy, Robert, but not here," I said almost huskily.

"What about Scott, won't he be home soon?" he fretted concernedly.

"Oh, him," I remarked, somewhat dismissively. "I had some idea what you were doing and how I'd made you feel, so, when I called him earlier, I got Scott to go into town for me, all of which should give us plenty more time. Now, be a deer, Robert, and help me down, I've even got enough time to do a striptease for you," I gaily added.

Getting my step son's friend to remove his clothes and sit on the sofa, I stood some three metres in front of him with my feet apart.

"Are you watching?" I said, moving my hands to cup my breasts, which were still encased in my low cut front fastening bra.

Having secured his undivided attention, while he again stroked his firm cock openly, I raised my breasts up a bit, shaping and motioning both hands around them as I swayed and gyrated my hips somewhat snake like, before unclipping my bra, which I subsequently let fall to the floor.

With my firm shapely globes free, I raised one, while again caressing the other, and licked the swell of it, noticing as I did, Robert's pleasant yet surprised look.

"See how hard my nipples are, Robert," I told him, as I raised the other one, and then went from one to the other. "Did you enjoy fucking my tits earlier? I bet you did," I brazenly averred, as I became more and more turned on and horny.

Still kneading my left globe whilst licking the tip of my left index finger, provocatively, and with a look to match, I slid my right hand over my midriff and waist, and then into my skirt.

"Emn, yes, you've made me so horny and wet, Robert," I exclaimed, as I again stroked my pussy and clit, the knuckles of my hand, notably pushing up and down against the fabric of my skirt as I did so.

"Oh, hoh, hoh, hoh, yes," I moaned, my fingers once more moving avidly as I drew myself towards another orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out, my body shaking, and jolting forwards and then back as I made myself cum.

Finally, once it had finished, I turned around with my back towards the young man, stroking his rock hard cock almost in earnest. Then, having bent my upper body slightly forwards, I placed a thumb in each side of my skirts waistband, and then slowly lowered it over the rounded cheeks of my buttocks, holding it still for a brief few moments when it was just below them, before dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it.

"Come here, Robert," I said, having turned around. And as he crawled towards me, I motioned my ass back and peeled apart my labia for his attention.

"Smell how sweet I am first, Robert," I huskily directed him; whereupon, he nuzzled his nose in my exposed crack and eagerly breathed in my aromatic sex.

"She hasn't been licked properly in quite some time," I informed him.

"Just the tip of your tongue on my hard swollen clit to begin with," I said pensively.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the sofa?" he suggested.

"Emn, l suppose, yes," I ceded.

Getting me to sit with my buttocks near the edge of the cushion, my head and upper shoulders propped up low down against the back rest, Robert then eased my knees and thighs apart.

"Eat me, Robert. Use your tongue like your cock and fuck me with it," I exclaimed, now on the precipice of another climax, and one to match the earlier one he had given me.

"Uh-uh, Mrs Lloyd, It's my turn to tease you," he said, emitting a cheeky smile.

"Okay, then, Robert, but make me cum, please, I'm almost there," I passively replied, moving my right hand to rest on his head and soon combing my fingers through his auburn curls.

"Oh, yes, hem, hem, like that, Robert," I cried out, as he agitated my distended clit with his expert like tongue.

"Oh yes, baby, more, like that, don't stop for me, Robert, your tongues almost like a vibrator," I commended him, before he sucked on it.

"O, fuck! Yes, baby, make me cum, do it, do it for me," I again cried, my upper body and head jolting and shaking as it began, all the while holding him against my aching throbbing clit.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck me, do it with your tongue," I exclaimed, even though I now had both my hands forcibly holding his head against my humid wet cunt.

"Jenna, are you home?" a voice appeared to call out, through the haze of sexual euphoria.

"Jenna, dear," the voice continued, all the while getting closer, until.

"Jenna! What's the meaning of this?" the voice exclaimed.

Looking past Robert's head, which he tried his best to shield, I saw Mark, my husband, with a none too pleased look on his face.

"Ooops, sorry," is all I could reply, as I released my grip on the young man's head.

"That's not good enough," Mark scolded me.

"What would you like me to say, Mark. ‘Please forgive me, it won't happen again.' I can't promise you that," I said, as I half consciously motioned my slick, wet pussy against Robert's mouth.

"I can see that," he rejoined gruffly, gesturing with his head to what I was still doing.

"You haven't taken care of me like this, in quite some while, and don't, don't say it's your long working hours and us needing the money. I'm more than willing to work, you know that," I rejoined, as I assuaged Robert by once more stroking his hair.

"I see, so you want a good fucking, is that it," Mark exclaimed, quickly moving his hands to undo his jeans belt.

"I thought you were at..." I began to say, as Mark wrestled with his tight fitting denims and then pants, revealing with it a firm cock.

"It got rained off," he said, as he quickly removed his acrylic top, and then marched towards us; me more precisely, taking my head and feeding his leathery skin cock into my mouth.

"Don't mind me, sonny," Mark addressed Robert, encouraging him to continue.

"Have you tried putting a finger or two in my wife's tight little ass?" he suggested, all the while working my mouth and lips back and forth on his stone hard prick.

"Hemngh," I presently exclaimed, as Robert probed my anus with two of his fingers, before Mark directed him to try a third; Mark, having on the odd occasion, slipped his cock up my ‘tail pipe' as he calls it.

"You look to be somewhat thick to probe my wife's shapely ass, and I see you've already been in the slut's cunt!" Mark gloated, expecting to be the only one to presently go there.

"You never seem to have a problem," I reminded him. "And besides, as you said, Robert's been everywhere except my ass."

"What's a slut, Mr Lloyd?" the naive young man asked, before returning to my needy cunt.

"You know what a whore is, right! Well, Robert, a slut is a similar sort of women, except she doesn't accept money for letting men use her, right Jenna!" he elucidated, his cock firmly embedded in my mouth and throat.

"Hurmngh," I agreeably vociferated, before he finally released me. Only to then utter: "Puh," as he indignantly pulled the bulbous head out sideways, before slapping each florid cheek with it a couple of times.

"There, that's my sweet little slut of a wife," Mark regaled, before pulling me up and directing me to turn around and kneel by the edge, my hands on the back rest.

"That rather thick cock of yours is likely to split her lovely ass in two, probably make her eyes water, also," Mark mordantly exclaimed.

"Oh well, as much as it pains me to watch another man screw my wife," he said; whereupon, I felt hands, his hands from the angle they were positioned, pull my buttocks invitingly apart, followed by what I guess had to be saliva, land near the base of my spine and then slowly slide down to my opening. "That ought to do it, young Robert," Mark averred almost genially, as I awaited the head of his cock to enter my anal dungeon.

"Oh fuck, yes, that is big," I exclaimed, as I felt the head of his prick begin to stretch me. So much so, that I moved my body forward, only for Mark to somehow stop me.

"That's what you want, Jenna, right! So take it like a good little slut," Mark insisted, directing me back to my original position and with it, back onto Robert's slowly penetrating cock.

"No, it's too..."

"Big!" Mark exclaimed.

"Nice, I was about to say, but, that also," I rejoined, as I gratefully accepted its presence, and what a thick one it was.

"Look, if you both want to fuck me, you better hurry up, Scott'll be back soon, from the errand I had him run for me," I told them.

"D'you know what sluts like doing most of all, Robert?"

"No, Mark," I said adamantly, realising what he was hinting at.

"You've come this far, Jenna, why stop," he insisted, motioning Robert back and me to stand up, still facing the sofa.

Having sat down, Mark directed me to get on top of him.

"This way we can both fuck my wayward wife at the same time," he seemingly boasted, before getting me to take a hold of his cock and then lower myself onto it. Then, once I was fully impaled on my husband's rampant prick, he had me hold my ass cheeks open, so that Robert could once more fill my anus with his thick manhood.

"Oh fuck, yes," I regaled, as I levered myself up and down on Mark, and back and forth on Robert; Mark fondling my breasts and pulling on my nipples for added pained pleasure.

"How is it?" he enquired.

"You don't want to know," I said, as I continued to rise and fall on the two men inside me, my pleasure being added to by Robert's right hand, which he had somehow managed to reach around and underneath me to stroke my clit.

"Yes, like that, hem, yes, fuck me, hem, that's lovely, yes, oh yes, more, do it more," I wantonly encouraged them, as I now rocked back and forth, jolting myself down as I raced towards a climatic orgasm. "Yes, that's it, baby, fuck me, fuck my ass," I cried out, and seconds after, I came with a fitful shudder.

"Huh, hu-huh," I gasped afterwards, Mark directing Robert to get up from me.

"I take it the little slut sucked your cock!" Mark exclaimed, before gesturing me to do likewise to him with a steely stare. "That's it, Jenna, all the way down, you know how you like the taste of your own sweet cunt!" he reminded me, wryly. "Mind you, this'll be the first time she's sucked a cock from her ass," he chortled, before emptying himself into my mouth. "She especially likes the taste of spunk! Robert," Mark exclaimed, his voice having an edge of ridicule to it as he slowly took himself from me. "But, young man, I want you to shoot yours over the sluts face," he averred, before lifting me up by my hair and offering my cum soaked mouth and lips to Robert.

Sensing that the young man didn't quite know what to do, I once more knelt down in front of him and took a hold of his acrid cock.

"Lick the head first," Mark, still holding my hair, directed me, with some encouragement.

"Emn," I murmured, as I presently sucked on the dome like crown of Robert's cock, swirling my tongue around it under my husband's direction, before taking some more of it into my mouth and almost feasting on it.

"Oh, hem, Robert, that's good," I said, having gotten used to the taste of my ass juice.

"Okay," Mark rejoined, almost in a huff, having finally released my hair, "don't make a meal of it...either of you," reminding me that Scott would soon be home.

"Oh, yes, cum for me, baby," I enthralled, as I, having cupped Robert's balls in my left hand while I stroked his saliva slick shaft, felt them swell.

"Come on, baby, cover my face and tits with your hot cum," I continued to encourage the virile young man, presently thereafter being rewarded with the first spurt of his cock cream, which streaked up my face onto my hair.

"Oh, wow, that's a hot load, Robert," I exclaimed, before I felt the second gush of semen land on my nose, lips and chin, only to be immediately followed by the third squirt, which I directed over my neck and boobs.

"Oh yea, you've covered me with your hot cum, young man," I regaled, in difference to Mark, who now sat sulking.

"Come on, I need to get cleaned up and you two need to get dressed, Scott should be back soon," I told them, before flitting off to the upstairs bathroom to take a shower, leaving the two men, Mark in particular, to patch up any difference he may have towards his son's friend.