Previously, I had met Sharon, a gorgeous sexy blonde older married woman during my mid-twenties at a barbeque. We had chatted, flirted, and danced together.

I had given her my number, and 2 weeks later we went for a drink. Afterwards, I had given her a lift home. She had told me to pull over before getting her back to her husband, to give me an amazing blowjob in the back seat.

Needless to say, I was desperate to see this sexy MILF again.

A week later we met again at the same bar, had a few drinks again, and again she asked me to give her a lift home. I of course, jumped at the chance.

On the way back to her place, without asking, I turned off into the country lane she had taken me to before.

“Jon, where are you taking me?” she giggled, “I hope you’re not going to stop here and take advantage of my good nature.”

“I absolutely am,” I said. She reached over and felt the growing bulge in my boxer shorts.

I pulled over into ‘our spot’ on this deserted lane. Again we got into the back seat.

I took off her blouse, and got to grips with her great tits. I was a bit more dominant this time, boosted with some confidence from our last encounter, plus the fact she had said she liked being told what to do.

I whipped out my hard cock, gently took her head in my hands, and guided her lips to the head of my cock. She eagerly began sucking me, getting me very worked up. Again I attempted to pull at her panties, but she resisted me.

Once again she told me to relax, and come whenever and wherever I wanted. Damn, I really thought I was going to get to fuck her tonight. But it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

Still, worse things happen at sea. I was getting sucked off by a gorgeous busty married woman, whose goal in life right now was to make me come. I couldn’t really complain.

Eventually the inevitable occurred, and I pulled my cock out of her warm sexy mouth, and shot my load over her big tits. She attempted to clean herself up with a tissue. I asked whether her husband would suspect anything when she went home.

“Well…" she said, giggling. But she made no attempt to explain. I just shrugged it off, and got dressed.

I drove her home as before, and waited at the end of her street while she walked back to her house so it looked to her husband she was coming from the train station. Once she was safe inside I speed off. She had said she was looking forward to seeing me again soon when we said our goodbyes, giving me a quick kiss and a feel of the slowly returning bulge in my jeans.

Driving home, I did feel a bit disappointed again that I hadn’t got to fuck her this time. I wondered what she was getting out of it, giving me blowjobs on the way home to her husband. I decided to make sure something more happened next time.

Another week or so had passed since I had seen Sharon. We had exchanged a few flirty texts, but I was always careful to send them during office hours, as she could read and respond to them at work without her husband Chris knowing.

She as yet hadn’t mentioned when we might meet up again, so I texted her asking if she was busy on the weekend. She said she was busy, but could meet up on Monday evening, again ’for a drink’.

Around 9pm I was sat waiting in the same local bar we had met before, this was becoming ‘our place’. Then I saw Sharon arrive, she looked amazing in a tight short black mini-skirt, and a lovely tight green top showing off a bit more lovely cleavage than before. It looked like maybe she had been to the salon to have her hair done too.

She came over with a big smile and gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips. She always smelled great too. I was already getting a hard on.

So we sat and chatted for a while, her hand resting on my arm. I bought her a few drinks, but she didn’t appear to be that tipsy. Soon she said she had to go, and could I give her a lift, with a cheeky smile on her face.

We both knew what that meant, a trip down lovers lane again and a blowjob for me. Absolutely lovely, but I was determined to get more. Maybe a change of scenery, and a bit more insistence from me would get me what I really wanted. I had to be careful though, I didn’t want to come across as impatient, or worse, a jerk.

So we made our way to my car, and off we went. But I was soon taking a different route.

“Where are we going?” Sharon enquired.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “Just a quick side trip.”

“Ok, but we can’t be long. I have to be back home soon or Chris will suspect something.”

I pulled up outside my house. Sharon had not been here before.

“Where are we?” she said.

“It’s my place,” I replied, “Come on, just for one more drink.”

I thought she might protest, but she quite happily followed me into my house. I got her a drink and we sat on the sofa, chatting about my place. She seemed to like it, and started to relax.

I poured her another drink, and then put my arm around her shoulder. But my hand soon found its way down to her ass. I pulled her in for a kiss, soft and gentle to begin with.

But soon I was kissing her more urgently, and she reciprocated, flicking her tongue in and out, and sucking on my bottom lip.

Soon her hands were unbuckling my belt and pulling my jeans down. I knew what was coming, a truly great blowjob. But I wanted more than that this time.

“Sharon, stand up honey,” I said, “Do what I say now.” I wanted to take control.

She smiled and stood, as I reached for the zipper on her skirt, removing it quickly. She wore lovely tiny black panties. Damn her ass looked so fine.

I stood, and pulled her top off over her head, revealing her great rack encased in a lovely matching black bra. I reached around and unclasped it, unleashing her great tits. I groped and pulled at them, as she did the same to my cock through my shorts.

Again I kissed her, full and wet, moving to kiss her neck, she loved that. I could tell. I removed my shirt, and my jeans from around my ankles.

I moved her, placing her sitting on the sofa in front of me. Sharon just wore her tiny black panties now, along with her high heels. I told her I was going to take off her panties soon, but under no circumstances was she to remove her high heels.

“No problem honey, whatever you want,” she smiled, pulling my boxers down and taking my cock in her mouth.

I was enjoying telling her what to do, and she seemed to respond to it. With previous girls I had been with, I had always been on a more ‘equal footing’ with them. This was new for me, but we were both enjoying it.

“That’s it Sharon,” I said, “You suck that cock. Suck it good.”

And that she did, running her tongue up and down my shaft as she sucked me. Kissing and sucking the head, then doing the same to my balls, and then back to sucking again.

“Is your husband gonna make you do this for him later?” I asked, with a grin.

She smiled, beating my cock against her face. “No, not tonight. Tonight I’m all yours,” she whispered, grinning.

I knew what that meant, and told her to stand up, and get her ass upstairs. She stood with a big smile, kissing me, and then turning toward the stairs.

“And what are we going to be doing up there?” she asked with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.

I slapped her on the ass. She knew exactly what I was going to do to her upstairs. She loved being told what to do, and playing being all innocent.

It made me wonder if she had cheated on her husband before. She was certainly very experienced at cock-sucking. Perhaps she had been a wild girl in her youth.

I followed her amazing ass up the stairs. In just her high heels and panties she looked incredible. I loved the way she walked, those high heels accentuating her ass. I kissed her ass through her panties as she reached the top.

I led her into my bedroom, kissed her, as she grabbed hold of my cock. I sat her on the side of the bed, and knelt down in front of her. I reached out behind her, down to her ass, slowly removing her panties. She kissed the top of my head.

She had a lovely closely trimmed pussy. I just stared at it for a while, taking it in. I must have had a huge grin on my face.

Sharon kissed me again, trying to pull me on to her, but I pushed her back on the bed, kissing her breasts. Slowly I made my way down, down, placing my arms around her legs.

I kissed her inner thighs, slowly making my way to her pussy. But it wasn’t long before kissing her pussy became lapping at her. It was the best, prettiest, sexiest pussy I had ever lapped at.

She was getting more and more excited, breathing heavier, gasping.

“Oh Jon. Jon. Oh Jon, yes. Yes, yes, don’t stop honey. Mmmmmm,” she gasped, writhing under my tongue. She was getting close, so I continued lapping at her pussy, more urgently. Eventually she came, writhing in spasms under my tongue.

I climbed on to the bed next to her, sat up leaning against the head board. She rolled over and began sucking me back to full hardness. I leant over to the bedside cabinet and got a condom from my drawer. I removed the wrapper.

Without removing her mouth from my dick she reached for the condom, taking it from me. She placed it over the head of my now rock hard cock, and used her lips to roll it down to the base of my cock.

I grabbed her arms, pulling her closer, kissing me, as she lowered herself onto my cock. She sank her pussy, further down my shaft, until I filled her. She moaned, slowly moving up and down my cock, a lovely smile on her face.

She looked me in the eye as she bounced up and down on my cock, riding me. My hands ran from her tits to her hips and back, over and over.

“Oh Jon, I needed this,” she panted.

“Me too,” I smiled, my hands moving to her face, pulling her in for a snog.

“Oh Jon, I love fucking a nice big young cock,” she whispered.

“Yeah? You’ve done this before then,” I smiled.

She laughed, half excited, half shy, dropping her head so her hair obscured her face.

“Well?” I asked again, gripping her hips, as she continued to ride me.

She nodded, smiling, letting me see her face again.

“So, you like being a slut then?” I grinned, holding her tits as she bounced over and over on my cock.

“Yeah, Jon, I love being fucked like a slut” she sighed a happy sigh, kissing me.

She began to get more and more excited as she bounced up and down with more urgency. I gripped her hips, thrusting into her. Louder and louder became her moans and whimpers.

“Oh Jon, don’t stop, don’t stop Jon. Mmmmmmmm,” she cried. She bit her lip and then went quiet for a moment silently bouncing up and down very fast, until finally she came, moaning and calling my name.

Damn, that made me feel good. She collapsed on top of me, kissing me. She was sweating from her efforts. I rolled her off me onto her side.

We lay like that for a few minutes, kissing and caressing each other.

“Jon, you’re still lovely and big and hard for me,” she smiled.

“Of course, always,” I said, burying my face in her tits.

“Jon, you’re my big stud now,” she said. Now I really felt good.

“And you’re my busty MILF slut,” I replied. She giggled.

“Jon, I have to tell you something, I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore,” she said. I was intrigued.

“What is it?” I asked.

“My husband, Chris. He knows. I mean he knows I mess around from time to time, you know,” she whispered, smiling.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, he doesn’t know I’m here, or about in the car before. But I will tell him, probably tonight. It’s ok, he wants me to be happy, and he gets off on it when I tell him what a slut I’ve been,” she said, “I hope you’re ok with it, I know you liked the idea of it being a secret, and it was, but now I have to tell him, that’s our agreement.”

She told me all about it. How she would go home and tell Chris ‘she had been bad’. She would let Chris spank her, not hard though, for being so bad. While he spanked her she would tell him everything I had done to her, and how she’d loved it.

Then Sharon would suck him off. Sometimes they had sex, but not so often. Sharon found it difficult to come from penetration with him. She loved Chris, but she liked being fucked by younger men, especially with a nice big cock.

That’s what made her come best, getting fucked by a younger man. I told her I had no problem with it. That I was very happy to be her stud, as long as she was happy to be my slut.

She smiled and said, “Why don’t you let your slut suck you back to full power so you can fuck her again?”

I said nothing, and just gripped the top of her head and guided her down to my now half-mast cock. She removed the condom. She licked and sucked me, and I was soon ready to go again. I put on a new rubber, and pushed her onto her back.

Sharon spread her legs; I got on top, and gently slipped my cock inside her. She moaned with pleasure.

“Mmmm Jon, I love young big dick,” she said, “My pussy is all yours now lover.”

I began slowly thrusting in and out, damn I loved her pussy. Nice and tight, but not too tight. Just right.

“Sharon, you fucking sexy, sexy slut,” I gasped, pumping harder now.

Sharon raised her legs; I could feel her high heels on my shoulders. Banging away nice and hard now, Sharon panting and whimpering under me, sometimes flicking at her clit.

“Oh that pussy’s all yours honey. All yours,” she whimpered, “Do whatever you want with it darling.”

Faster and faster now I thrusted, deeper and deeper inside of her. Her hands gripped the sheets of my bed. She was getting close again, problem was so was I.

“Oh Sharon, I can’t hold back,” I gasped.

“Mmm, Jon. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Don’t stop Jon. Oh, oh, oh, hmmm,” she panted, “I’ll do anything, just hold on Jon. Just give me one more.”

Louder and louder she got, moaning and writhing as I fucked her. I tried to think of something else for a moment, to delay myself.

“Oh, anything, next time you can have anything,” she cried, loudly, “Just don’t stooop…”

Again she went quiet, biting her lip, until finally she came, crying out loudly. Finally a big, big smile on her face.

Now it was my turn, I moved her legs off my shoulders, pounding her pussy as hard as I could now.

“You gonna give me what I want?” I gasped.

“Yes honey, next time I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want darling, anything. Anything for that big hard cock,” she whispered, kissing my face, still coming down from her orgasm.

I started to imagine all the things I was going to make her do next time, and that was too much for me, and shot my load into her, stream after stream of cum pumping into her. Hell yeah, that’s what I wanted. What a fucking star she was.

I collapsed, and after a moment pulled out of her. We held each other, calming down. Damn her body was hot.

We chatted for a while. Then she went to the bathroom to shower and dress herself. I took a shower while she did her make up.

Again we embraced at the top of the stairs, and kissed.

Then it was back to my car for me to drop her back home to her husband. Now he was about to get some news from his wife about what a bad girl she had just been.

I kissed her again, and off she trotted back to her house.

I couldn’t wait to see her again, knowing she had promised me I could do anything I wanted to her next time.

But next time I was to find out another wonderful secret about Sharon……

TO BE CONTINUED SOON