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After I had finished at college, I started my first real job in an industrial town in the West Country. The Personnel department found me lodgings, and so I arrived on the Sunday afternoon at the house, which luckily was not far from the station as my suitcase was its usual over-loaded state.
I was greeted by a couple, Fred and Susan, and shown to my room, which it turned out had been their son’s until he had left home a year before to join the army.
I joined them at 7 for supper, and started to get to know them a bit better. Fred was probably about 40 or so, and what in those days we called a commercial traveller, in other words a travelling salesman for an engineering firm in the town, and he knew the company I was joining pretty well, having done his apprenticeship there when he had left school.
He and Susan had been schooldays sweethearts even though she had been several years his junior, and had married soon after he had qualified at 22, but they had only had the one child, quite soon, which seemed to sadden them as they talked about their early married life.
The conversation soon changed to a happier note as they asked about me, which with the candour of youth, I regaled them with for some time. As we finished supper, I asked if I could help clear away, but was firmly told that this was Susan’s job, and that seemed to be the end of the matter. Fred was, it seemed, away a lot, but when he was at home he ruled the house with a firm and ordered grip, making it very clear that they each had their own roles to play.
My first few months went very quickly, doing the programme that had been laid out for me, a very intensive training in a number of departments in the company, lasting for the next 12 months. I had expected to find a flat to share and not to stay in my lodgings, but I was comfortable and there seemed to be few restrictions, so there I stayed.
I saw little of Fred as he was away most of the week and I tended to travel up to London where most of my college friends were at weekends. As a result, it was not surprising that it was Susan whom I got to know rather better, and discovered that she was a very intelligent woman, with an interest in many things. She was anything but the person that she seemed to be when Fred was home. His presence seemed to create a set of rigid rules, which because of the time they had been together, Susan adopted immediately when he returned.
Fred was friendly, but there seemed to be a barrier there that was impenetrable to me, and I wondered if it was also as difficult for Susan. Still, they seemed content enough, though from my young age I had little real idea how people of their age would behave together with a paying guest in their house.
One evening we were talking, and I remarked that I was surprised that she had not worked after she was married, and she became a little tearful, saying that Fred wouldn’t hear of it. I passed her my hanky and put my arm round her shoulder in a friendly sort of way, not really knowing what else to do. She took it and blew her nose, but rather than passing it back to me, kept hold of it, and leaned into my arm. The moment passed, but after that I was conscious of some kind of change in our relationship.
It manifested itself in various ways, but was more of an attitude than any specific action, although I think overall Susan was less guarded in the things she would say, sometimes being critical of Fred, and then laughing and saying that she was glad he wasn’t here to hear her go on like this. I noticed as well, that when I would go down for breakfast, there were days when Susan wore her dressing gown and slippers, rather than being already dressed, as she was when Fred was home. It seemed as though she felt more relaxed with me, and to be honest I think I became more so as well.
One morning I woke early and went along the corridor to the bathroom, to hear noises from Fred and Susan’s bedroom. It sounded like whispering, though there may have been a groan or two as well, but the doors were thick and I couldn’t hear clearly, and wasn’t sure I should pry. I assumed that Fred had returned late the previous evening, but just then Susan emerged, wrapped tightly in her dressing gown, with rather a flushed face and was clearly a bit surprised to see me there.
She said something about early birds and not being able to sleep, and how lovely the sunshine was that morning, pointing to the garden through the window. That action caused her dressing gown to fall gape open, of which she seemed to be oblivious.
I was anything but oblivious as she revealed a lovely full breast, tipped by a puffy nipple, which caused an entirely natural reaction in me. Now it was I who started to flush, as suddenly she became aware of the bulge in my pyjama bottoms, and putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, said that she hadn’t had that effect on anyone for a long time.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I simply said that if she went around showing such a lovely breast to horny young men, what could she really expect! At this she suddenly realised that her dressing gown was open, and somewhat flustered said, "Oh, I’m sorry."
"You shouldn’t be," I said, "your breast is lovely, and I’m sure you have another equally perfect."
"Obviously," she said, and rather coyly asked me if I would like to see it.
"Of course," I said, at which she took me by the hand and led me back into my room. Closing the door behind her, she dropped the dressing gown on the floor, revealing a body that I had hardly suspected under her usual dowdy clothes. I stammered and said, "But you are lovely....and yes, your other breast is as wonderful as the other."
"Come here, silly boy," she said, so I did, leaning down to meet her upturned lips, and feeling her warm body press into mine. "This has to be our secret," she said, "Fred doesn’t know I have such wicked thoughts, and ever since you came here, I have wanted to touch you." Saying this she did just that, her hand reaching down to encircle my erect penis, and to draw it out of my pyjamas.
"Oh, that is good," she said, and dropped to her knees, to start to suck me. I was glad that I had masturbated last night, looking at pictures in Playboy, else I think I would have cum almost as soon as her lips touched my cock. She worked on my cock in a way that I hadn’t experienced before, her tongue being so much more active than other women I had been with.
I think she sensed me getting close to cumming so slowed down, and told me that she was ready for me to fuck her, as she had already brought herself off earlier that morning.
"Ah," I said, "that was what I had heard earlier."
"Did you like the sounds?" she asked.
"I wasn’t sure what they were," I said truthfully.
"Come here, and you’ll hear them again, and more I hope, if you behave yourself."
She moved to the bed and laid down, her legs over the bed end. I approached her from the side, and she said, "No don’t be silly, that’s not where I want you," and raised her legs up, so it was obvious that she wanted me to stand at the end of the bed and fuck her vagina which was perfectly placed for me.
The pleasure of entering her was supreme, surprisingly tight, and as I slid my cock deep into her and started to build my speed, I realised that the position she had adopted made my cock stroke up the upper side of her vagina. She told me to do that more, as she was so sensitive right there.
I pushed my cock deeper into her and then almost pulled out, the feeling of her warmth around me so exquisite that I wanted this to last for ever, and continued to pump her hard. After all too few strokes, she tensed and started to shake as her orgasm spread through her body. The feeling of this on the length of my cock was wonderful, and after just a couple of fast strokes my cum was flooding her, though as soon as she realised I was ejaculating, she pushed me away and dived down to lick and suck the remnants of my sperm.
From that day on, whenever Fred was away on business, we slept together.