"John! John! Slow down! You're scaring me!" Kate pleaded.

"Sorry," John replied. "I think I went into panic mode there."

"It's OK," she replied, reaching across to rest a hand on John's leg.

"We're going to have to be careful for a while, Kate," John reasoned. "What if that guy got my car number plate? Or recognised your school emblem?"

"Not much chance of that," laughed Kate. "He was too busy staring at my tits!"

John laughed too. "OK, but still. We should probably lay low for a while. Just to make sure."

"I suppose so," she pouted.

He stopped the car at the end of Kate's road, out of sight of her house.

"You're not going to try and push me away again though are you?" she asked.

"No. I promise."

"Good," replied Kate, the smile returning to her face.

John leaned over to give Kate a quick kiss on the cheek, but she turned and their lips made contact. John couldn't resist and pulled her in for a longer, deeper kiss, his hands once again exploring her body.

Kate dragged her hands down John's chest and squeezed his growing bulge through his shorts.

John's fingers found Kate's knee, then slowly inched their way up her thighs as their tongues danced in unison. He pushed his fingers higher, expecting to feel the outside of her white lace panties, but instead coming straight into contact with her soaking-wet lips.

"Knickers!" John shouted as he pulled out of their kiss. "They must still be in the back."

Kate giggled. "Oops," she said as she reached into the back to retrieve her still very wet underwear.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this here," John observed.

"No. Probably not the best idea," agreed Kate.

"Let's give it a few days and then see how things are," he suggested.

"OK," replied Kate. "But I'll be thinking about you the whole time."

Kate opened the door, turned around and gave John's cock a quick squeeze. "Next time, I want this," she said with an evil look in her eye.

John couldn't speak. He just nodded in agreement and watched Kate walk away, her school skirt swaying in the wind as she walked.

***

When John got home, Laura was in the kitchen putting some shopping away.

"Good day, honey?" she shouted as John walked in. "I've only just got back from the gym myself."

"Er, yeah. I think so," said John.

Laura walked over to him. "Is everything OK? You seem all flustered."

"Oh. It's nothing. Just work on my mind," he lied.

As John entered the kitchen he noticed Laura was still wearing her workout gear. At twenty-eight years old, she still looked great in her tight, grey gym shorts and crop top, especially in her current position, bent at the waist leaning into a cupboard. John traced his eyes up her long legs to her shapely bum as he approached.

He grabbed Laura by the hips and pulled her bum against him, letting her feel the bulge in his shorts that still hadn't fully retreated.

"Anything I can do to help take your mind off work?" she asked, looking up into his eyes as she turned around.

John took hold of his wife in both hands and kissed her deeply. His hands roamed her back and squeezed her bum through her workout shorts.

"Oh my," Laura gasped. "Something really has gotten into you!"

John pushed her back against the kitchen counter and kissed down her neck. Then over her collarbones and down to her toned stomach. He slid his hands up into her training top, encouraging Laura to remove it. She quickly pulled it off over her head revealing her firm breasts.

John stared for a second, mentally noting how much bigger and rounder Kate's breasts had been. He shook that thought from his head and dove in, his hands cupping them as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples.

"Mmmm," moaned Laura as she tugged at his shirt.

John quickly removed it and threw it across the room. He kissed the undersides of her breasts before working his way down her torso. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her workout shorts, he pulled them down over Laura's smooth thighs in one swift motion.

He gently nudged her legs apart as he kissed the insides of her thighs, working his way up towards the heat of his wife's welcoming pussy.

Once again he stopped, thinking back to two hours ago when he had been feasting on Kate's smooth entrance. Laura's was different. Not hairy but not shaved completely smooth like Kate's. His wife had a small landing strip of dark hair above her clit that contrasted with her milky white skin and pink insides.

John ran his tongue between Laura's lips, drinking in her juices as he went.

Wow, they taste so different, he thought. Laura's juices were sticky and thick with a salty taste, whereas Kate's had been sweet and runny. No wonder she made such a mess of her underwear, he thought!

Snapping himself back to the present, he pushed his tongue into his wife's soaking pussy, causing her to lose balance and grab hold of the kitchen counter.

"Fuck!" Laura grunted. "But I'm supposed to be the one helping you out!" she said.

"Not yet," John replied as his tongue found her enlarged clit.

"Oh god. That's it. Right there, John!"

John circled her clit as he pushed one, then two fingers inside. "Wider," he ordered.

Laura gripped the kitchen counter hard as she spread her legs wider.

John pushed in a third finger as he sucked hard on her clit.

"Yes!" Laura panted. "I'm almost there. I don't think I can stand up though."

John took that as a challenge, strumming his tongue over his wife's clit as she lost control.

Laura let out a low groan as her body tensed and froze, the ripples of her stomach muscles and the contractions of her pussy around John's fingers the only clues that a powerful orgasm was ripping through her.

So different again, John thought, remembering how Kate's whole body writhed as her hips bucked into his face and her legs clamped around him.

Laura collapsed on top of John as her legs gave way, snapping John back to the present again.

"Fucking hell, John. You haven't made me cum that fast in years. What got into you?" she laughed. "Your turn!"

Laura leaned forward and attacked John's face with her lips. Her hands traced down his arms to his stomach, making him jump when her cold fingers made contact with his torso. Laura adjusted her weight so she was fully straddling John now.

Reaching back and taking a firm grip of John's painfully hard manhood, she cooed, "Mmmm, now what do we have here?"

Laura rocked back and forth, rubbing her soaking entrance over the head of John's cock.

"Now. I need to be inside!" John pleaded as his hips rose off the floor.

Laura took the hint, rocked backwards and sank down onto her husband's cock. "Ooooo," she moaned as she felt herself being filled up. "You stay still and let me take care of this," she commanded.

John looked up at the sight of his pretty wife sat astride him. Her body was flawless, her face was a picture of happiness and lust, and yet he couldn't shake the thoughts of Kate from his mind.

He closed his eyes as Laura started to slowly rock on top of him, rising up in long strokes, before sinking back down to take his full length back into her warm pussy. John reached back to grip his wife's bum, imagining in his head that it was Kate's bubble butt that he was squeezing and digging his fingernails into.

As Laura picked up the pace, John's hands travelled up her body, over her stomach and to her swaying breasts. He pictured Kate's full, firm breasts in his mind, remembering how her small nipples pointed up at the roof of his car. John gripped his wife's breasts in his hands, but it wasn't the same. They weren't Kate's!

Laura was out of breath now. "I can't, I can't keep going," she panted. "It was leg day at the gym. My thighs are on fire!"

John laughed as he gently nudged Laura off him, his cock being ejected from her soaking pussy with an audible 'plop'. He pulled his wife to her feet and quickly swept the shopping off the kitchen counter before pushing her down, face first against the cold worktop.

"Oh my God, John!" she panted as she pushed her hips backwards, inviting him in.

John told hold of his cock and spread her lips with the head. Then he took hold of her hips and plunged back inside. This time he was in control and he needed a release!

John pulled back and then thrust back in hard, Laura's whole body was pushed hard against the kitchen counter as he did.

"Fuck!" Laura shouted.

He closed his eyes as he thrust again, picturing the moment Kate had taken hold of his cock in the car earlier.

"Ungh." Laura groaned, her right hand reaching back to play with her clit as John picked up the pace.

John thought back to the moment his cock had made contact with Kate's pussy lips, visions of her hips rising to meet him invading his mind.

"Ah. Ah. Ah!" Laura grunted as John's thrusts got harder and her climax approached.

John tried to picture what would have happened next. What would it have felt like to sink inside Kate's hot, wet pussy? Would she have been able to take his whole length in one go, or would he have had to slowly work his way inside?

"Yes, John! I'm cumming again," Laura shouted as her hand fell from her clit and grabbed the worktop for balance. "Come on. Cum for me now!"

John slammed into her as hard as he could now. His mind went back to that first meeting at the park. He remembered her cheeky look when she caught him checking out her butt! Then he remembered that first hug and the feeling of her young body being pressed against him.

"That's it," he whispered as he felt his orgasm building.

John's mind went back to that walk in the woods. The swell of her breasts beneath her sports bra. The twinkling of the stud in her belly button. Then he thought back to the mischievous look in Kate's eyes as she snaked her hand into his shorts for the first time.

That was too much and John pulled Laura back against him as he thrust hard into her, his first jet of cum filling his wife's pussy.

"Oh yes," Laura encouraged. "Fill me up."

John thrust into his wife again as a second and third just erupted inside her.

"Well, that was pretty intense!" Laura laughed.

John, now slumped on top of his wife's back, just grunted in agreement.

Laura wriggled her way out from underneath John and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Think I'd better go take a shower. You're more than welcome to join me."

John thought for a second before quickly following his wife up the stairs...

***

John awoke the next morning with his wife's arm and leg draped across him. What a night that had been, he thought to himself. After round one in the kitchen, John and Laura spent a long time in the shower cleaning and orally pleasuring each other. John had been leant back against the tiled wall, his eyes closed as images of Kate's pretty face and body flashed before his eyes while his wife worked his cock in and out of her hot mouth.

Later on, Laura had woken John up in the middle of the night wanting to go again. The pitch-black room was perfect for John as he slowly and passionately made love to his wife, all the time imagining it was Kate wrapping herself around him.

"I'm a bit sore this morning," Laura announced. "But it was more than worth it. I hope you have a few more bad days at work", she laughed.

John smiled at her and watched her naked form sway across the room to the bathroom.

Once she was gone, he reached for his phone and saw a message from Kate: 'Have you checked your emails? This is so exciting! I really hope you can come too! xxx'

John opened his emails, scanned through all the adverts and then saw something out of the ordinary: 'Invitation to the Breakfast Show: We want your Story'

John clicked into the email and read the contents. It turned out, Kate's parents had nominated John for a 'Good Citizen' award. There was a TV interview and an evening awards ceremony to attend in two weeks' time.

John's phone pinged again: 'I know you've read my message! Please say you can come? I'm so excited! xxx'

John quickly replied: 'I've just seen it. I can't believe your mum and dad nominated me! I'll talk to Laura, but I'm sure we can come. xxx'

To be continued...