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[These stand-alone stories are more enjoyable when read in order]
Let’s start with a confession. There is no Upper Cockton, but our little hamlet in Berkshire has an equally ridiculous `Carry On’ name, so I thought it best to be discrete. I’ve changed people’s names, but the personalities and situations are real.
Geography is important to understand what happens. Upper Cockton in an enclave of forty houses arranged on a single oval road. There is one way in and out of our lovely oasis. Mine is the first (and by definition the last) house any visitor encounters. The houses on the inside of the oval are smaller cottages with back-to-back gardens. The houses on the outside are large detached homes, with room for swimming pools and tennis courts. A nice mix of properties and people.
Unfortunately, our attractive, well-to-do neighbourhood suffered a spate of professional burglaries. It was very distressing, especially for our older neighbours. Clive and Barbara, our most well-to-do residents, invited everyone to a meeting in a big marquee they put up in their garden for summer entertaining. Sadly, our gathering was to hear from the crime prevention officer and comfort each other after our losses. The burglars cased our properties using the ruse of fake parcel deliveries from an on-line shopping company. Yes, that one. We are so used to their employees walking up a path to leave a package by the back door we saw nothing suspicious.
After the police left us with platitudes and no plan of action, other than spending a fortune on alarms and video door bells, we floundered before someone said, “Tom was in the Royal Engineers, he must have some practical suggestions to improve our security without turning Upper Cockton into a police state.”
All eyes were on me, so I said we don’t want to live in Camp Bastion but we can do something. Over the next couple of weeks, I inspected our perimeter defences and suggested repairs. I put up a huge bird feeder in my front garden with an obvious CCTV camera on top of the pole. Anyone coming or going by car would know they were being monitored. But prevention is better than cure, so I also suggested all parcels could come to my house where I would store them for collection later in the day. No delivery van needed to tour our road again. I got two choruses of `For he’s a jolly good fellow.’
I insisted I did not want paying for my kindness. My goodwill has been repaid many times. I haven’t bought a bottle of wine in ages and my freezer is stacked with delicious home-made dinners and cakes. Plus, I’ve enjoyed the unexpected extras that literally fell into my lap.
So, enough preamble, let’s get into some examples of what this has done for my sex life.
Susan
Susan is 41 and lives with husband Colin and their two daughters in what was her mother’s cottage. Since Covid, her customer service job became home based, and she’s tied to a headset and computer while Colin escapes to the office. Susan is lonely and depressed. She misses the banter and camaraderie of the office. It is so easy for her to stop by the fridge on every break, to comfort herself with food that upsets her when she looks in the mirror. She has put on a stone since being home based.
When she came by to collect her latest parcel, I had my nose in the engine of a Triumph TR6 I was restoring. I saw her reflection in the windscreen and wondered why she didn’t say something. Then I realised she was staring at my arse in my overalls, which had shrunk in the wash. I swayed unconsciously, and Susan bit her lip. It was amusing being a sex object. I didn’t know what women complained about. It was time to catch her out.
“Penny for your thoughts, Susan. You’ve had enough time to compose them.” I turned, and she blushed.
“I don’t know what you mean, Tom. I just got here.” Her cheeks reddened. Susan had auburn hair, green eyes, and creamy skin. All plus points in my book. She was a size 14 pear shape that so many English woman just accept in middle age and French woman fight to their dying breath.
“That’s ok, I forgive you Susan. It’s nice to be admired.”
She sighed. “I wouldn’t know, Tom. It’s been a long time since I’ve been admired. Not that I can expect it. Trapped in the house all day in a track suit with bed hair.” She touched her headscarf.
We talked for a while and agreed she would escape the house and fridge on her lunch break twice a week to share a cup of coffee with me while I was working. It was an off-the-cuff suggestion, but she looked so grateful I was touched. Susan almost skipped away with her parcel. I watched her leave. She had the curious waddle of someone not used to their weight. She turned and caught me watching and put the box behind her to stop me from staring at her arse.
Over the next few weeks, the changes were gradual. The headscarf was gone and her newly washed hair shone in the sun. A touch of lipstick and eyeshadow appeared. Her waddle was less pronounced now she skirted the fridge more frequently. One iskenderun escort day she turned up in a pair of Capri trousers and a nice overshirt. Her nails and lips were red.
“I’m surprised you’ve still got time to see me before you rush off to your fancy man. You’ve only got half an hour remember?”
Susan looked embarrassed. “Is it too much Tom? I don’t want to start tongues wagging. It’s just this has been good for my self-esteem.”
“I shouldn’t tease you. You’ve done nothing to reproach yourself for, Susan. You look lovely. Besides, we are in my front garden. It’s not as if I’ve taken you upstairs and thrown you on my bed.”
Susan’s neck flushed, and her chest heaved. Her nipples were poking her shirt. I responded to her desire. The outline of my hard on was clear in my shrunk overalls as I moved towards her. We were in plain sight of any twitching curtains and anyone driving by. Fear and excitement flashed across her face.
“Please don’t touch me, Tom. My pussy is doing somersaults. I could not stop you if you stripped and fucked me over the bonnet of your car.”
“You’ve imagined that haven’t you Susan? You face down, me with overalls around my ankles fucking you. Knowing we could be caught by anyone who looked.”
“Oh God, Tom! You’re making me cum. I’m standing on your drive talking to you and you’re giving me the best orgasm I’ve had in years.”
“Do it Susan. Cum for me.”
Susan swooned. I sat her gently in the picnic chair she used when she visited for coffee. I got her a glass of water while she composed herself. She stood to leave as I returned.
“Tom, I’m sorry. I’ve let my imagination get out of hand. I wanted a new man to appreciate me and you did. Can you forgive me?”
“Susan, we are friends and neighbours. I would hate to do anything that embarrassed you. If it’s any consolation, I’ve had that fantasy too, and we were bloody good. But I don’t think you really want a new man. You want the old man to notice how much you’ve changed.”
“I don’t care who’s watching Tom.” Susan hugged me and kissed my cheek. “I want Colin to want me again. He comes home late most nights. I think he’s having an affair with someone at work. “
“I’m sorry Susan. You need to make time for each other. Not that I’m qualified to give advice. Twenty years away in the Army, then my wife decided she’d be happier spending the rest of her life without me, too.”
“That’s awful Tom. I hope the next woman knows how lucky she is. I’ll tell her.”
#
I thought that was the end of any emotional entanglement with Susan. She stopped coming for coffee and sent the girls to collect her parcels, but she’d wave and smile as they drove by. A rainy night two months later was to change all that.
It was well after seven when I opened the door to a bedraggled Susan on my doorstep. I ushered her in out of the rain.
“I’m sorry to bother you so late Tom. I know parcel collection is between five and seven, but you’ve got a package I need for tonight.”
I gave her a towel and went to get her big package from Next clothing. “My car is in for servicing Susan and the TR is not running yet. I’ll ask a neighbour to give you a lift home. “
“You’re so kind Tom. It’s date night. The kids are at my sisters. I’ve ordered our favourite take away for later and I’ve got a new outfit.”
“Colin is a lucky man. I hope he appreciates it.”
“We’re not out of the woods yet, but things are better, Tom.”
Two minutes later they weren’t. Colin called Susan’s mobile to say he’d been delayed leaving the office and was stuck in traffic because several roads had flooded. He’d be hours getting back. Susan burst into tears when she got off the phone.
“That fucking man. I do everything. All he has to do is turn up and he can’t even do that.”
I held Susan while she sobbed. Her crying became less desperate.
She stroked my face and looked up. Tears sparkled in her green eyes. “I must look a state, yet you look at me like that. Kiss me, Tom. Kiss me like we should have kissed on your drive that day. God, I’ve played with myself so much thinking about it.” She pulled my head down and thrust her tongue into my mouth.
This time I didn’t hold back. My hand was under her top, easing her tits over the cups of her bra. I teased her nipples to hardness between my fingers and thumb.
Susan moaned. “Not again? Not so quick. My pussy’s on fire.” She squirmed on my lap, rubbing her thigh against my hard on as she orgasmed. I reached between her thighs. Her trousers were wet. “I’ve got no control with you, Tom. I’m such a whore.”
“No, you are not. You are beautiful. Do you know what a turn on it is for a man to have a woman give herself so completely? I don’t think I had that in twenty years of marriage.”
Susan was all over me. Pulling my sweat shirt off. Kissing my neck, biting my nipples, sniffing my chest. “I love your man smell. It’s a mixture of cars and deodorant and sweat. You smell of a man who iskilip escort works.”
I pulled her top off to admire her tits sitting on top of her bra. Susan’s orangy nipples complimented her auburn hair. The bra came off, and I feasted on her.
“Tom stop, stop.” We’d been here before, I hoped this was not another case of second thoughts. Susan read my mind. “On it’s not that. I’m going to fuck you regardless of whether you want to. But I want a date night. I want to put on this fancy outfit and get the take away delivered here. Give me half an hour to get ready.”
I looked at my straining cock. Susan got between my legs and sucked me through the thin material of my lounge pants. I moaned and squirmed like she had. Only for me there was no finale. She pushed off my knees as I struggled to expose my cock. She tremored at my desperate expression. “You can take your passion out on me when I get back Tom. Don’t be kind. I deserve whatever you give me.” She was off up my stairs before I could react.
I had a quick shower in the guest bathroom as Susan had rushed into my en suite. I grabbed fresh clothes before she came out. The take away turned up just before Susan came downstairs.
“I’m not sure about this dress. It looked different in the catalogue.” She looked up and saw my expression and smiled. “Oh. Maybe it’s okay after all.”
She’d washed her hair and was made-up. I guess it was all in the parcel along with a lovely dress with peacock feather prints, black tights and strappy high black sandals. I pulled Susan towards me and kissed her passionately. The silky material begged to be touched.
“I can’t keep my hands off you Susan. This dress is wonderful. The accents compliment your hair and eyes.”
“I can’t believe a big burly bloke like you would notice that. Look at you in your dark blue shirt and grey trousers.” She undid four of my buttons and slid her hand inside to cop a feel. Susan’s cheek was on my chest. She inhaled.” We smell the same. I blame your blokey toiletries.”
I nuzzled her neck and held the cheeks of her arse in both hands. There was less to grab than two months ago, but still enough to satisfy a man like me who appreciates a big bum. Susan felt naked under her dress.
“I bought new underwear too, although these knickers barely count.”
I had to see her body. The dress buttoned down the front. My big hands fumbled with the buttons. `Let me help you darling.’ Susan calmed my trembling fingers until I’d undone all ten buttons. It slipped off her shoulders and I admired her matching emerald green satin and black lace bra and knickers. They weren’t tights they were hold-up stockings. `Perfect, absolutely perfect.’ I ran my fingers over the sensual material. I dispensed with the bra and she removed my shirt so our naked chests could touch. We caressed in a lingering kiss before we both noticed it.
“Oh, God Tom. You can smell my pussy.”
I pulled her defending hand away and slid two fingers into Susan’s wet cunt. Her legs opened automatically. I pulled out my goo covered fingers and sniffed them before licking one and offering the other to Susan.
“That’s what I taste like when I’ve come Tom.”
Her lightest pressure on my shoulders drove me to my knees. I removed her soaking knickers and admired her pussy. She had a prominent mound and a deep cleft. The lips were bare, but she’d kept a lovely triangle of short ginger pubes. I sucked them until they were soaking. Her four-inch heels put Susan at the perfect height for my tongue to slide in and lash a sizable clitoris. I opened her lips to look properly.
“God Tom, you should be a gynecologist.”
I put my lips to her clit and sucked it like a tiny cock. Two fingers curled inside searching for her g-spot. Susan shuddered and ground her cunt against my face. She held the back of my neck and literally fucked my mouth with her clit, until her legs gave way, and I had to grab her hips to stop her falling. We made it to the couch.
“What have you done to me? You make me cum just by talking to me. Then you make me cum by kissing me. I’ve just cum fucking your face. You’ve turned me into your whore, Tom.” I just smiled and nodded. She sat up. “I want to see your cock. I want to know if it’s the same as the one I’ve imagined when I play with myself.” She made me stand while she undid my trousers. My straining cock leapt out. The slick head burst through my foreskin. A splash of pre-cum landed on her cheek. I wiped it onto my finger and put it in her mouth.
She grasped my cock with both hands. Half the head still protruded from her second fist. “I don’t think I can take all this in my pussy. I’m not used to it. Maybe the head.”
“Try it in your mouth first darling.”
Her lovely pink tongue polished my helmet clean and then teased the eye until I put it between her lips. Susan breathed slowly as she took more of me in her mouth until her lips closed around the ridge of my foreskin. She released me and examined the tide mark istanbul escort of spittle on my shaft. “I did it Tom, I did it.”
“Very good Susan. Now, can we try your pussy?” She lay back on the sofa, opened her legs, and guided my cock. Her pussy was an inviting orangy pink and her clit a beacon of pleasure. I grew in her hand. Before she could complain, I rolled my cock head up and down her open lips.
“Oh God, you’re stretching my pussy Tom. Colin will know.”
“Then you should stop fucking him and keep this pussy for me.” The thought of cuckolding her husband flashed through Susan’s mind and she moaned.
“Just the head, Tom. Just the head.” She watched my cock stretching her lips. Susan slowed her breathing to relax. When I was beyond my widest point, her lips closed around my shaft. I held still, but Susan thrust against me. I pulled back, but her pussy pursued me.
“Just the head Susan, just the head,” I teased. I’m glad she broke before I did. Her strappy heels dug into my arse, forcing it forward to meet her advancing pussy. She was so tight and hot for a woman who’d had two kids. We moaned as our pubes meshed.
“You are so far inside me. I can feel you on my cervix. You’re going to make me pregnant Tom.”
“So be it Susan.” I stroked into her, withdrawing until just the tip was in her, only for her heels to force me back in. I caressed her lovely auburn hair. Kissed the tears of joy from her hypnotic green eyes while she spurred me on with obscenities that would make a barracks blush. My balls slapped against her open pussy, making filthy wet noises.
“I’m your whore Tom. Fuck me unconscious.” I almost made it. Her eyes turned up as she came, and I blew my wad. I had not been with a woman for over a year and it showed. “There’s so much cum Tom. You push and it squirts out of me. It’s running into my arse.” I stopped counting after four squirts, but there were several blanks to go with her pussy tremors as we both came down.
We looked in each other’s eyes for ages not sure of what to say. Susan broke first. “I’ve never cum like that with anyone. So deep, so hard. I don’t want to give this up Tom.” She squeezed her pussy to trap my shrinking cock.
“I’ve never had this in twenty years of marriage. I think we’re both owed this. When we’ve recovered, I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you in my bed. “
“Yes Tom. That’s exactly what I want.”
For the next two hours, we fucked to exhaustion. Every position, every angle we could imagine. We were starving after our labours.
#
Susan grinned. “I’m sitting here naked apart from these stockings and shoes, eating my favourite curry, while your spunk oozes out of me onto a towel.”
I leaned across the table and we clinked wine glasses. “Sounds like the perfect end to date night.”
“It’s half past ten. Colin must be home by now.” Susan checked her phone and laughed. She sent a quick message and gave me the handset to see.
Colin–Traffic is mad. Not moved in an hour. Going to pull off-road and find a Travelodge. Sorry to spoil date night. I’ll make it up to you love x.
Susan–Fell asleep. Just seen this. Don’t worry. See you tomorrow x.
“He gave up at 9.30 Tom. Probably enough time to get back and spend the night with her. Well winner, winner chicken dinner, Colin.”
I went round the table and held Susan. She looked up and kissed me.
“Could you fuck a woman who stinks of curry?”
“As long as you can fuck a man who stinks of it, too.”
“Then that’s what we’ll have for afters.”
We met on the sly for the next two months. The weight fell off Susan until even Colin noticed his wife’s happy disposition. He accused her of seeing someone, so she gave him chapter and verse on his shady behaviour until he admitted to a one-off that got out of hand and he didn’t know how to end it. Susan took his phone and called the woman and after a frank exchange of views that was that.
Susan admitted to nothing and Colin got insanely jealous. His rekindled desire aroused her. They fucked, and he noticed the difference. “Have you been with a donkey Susan? Where did you meet, how did you meet?” All his fantasies and nightmares came out. “Was it just one man? Were there more? Were they black?”
At that point, she asked if he’d like to meet them and he followed her open-mouthed, up to their bedroom. She opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. “You keep pictures of them in our bedroom?” Susan pulled out a jumper and unfolded it, revealing two black vibrators. A seven inch, and a ten inch, which she bought after measuring me. They were delivered by you know who. Colin laughed in relief. Here was an explanation he could live with. He forbade her from using the big one, but was happy for the smaller one to join in their bedroom games.
I knew we were over when a tearful Susan came to collect a parcel containing her present for Colin’s birthday.
“If it was just me, I would never leave your house Tom. But the girls as so happy now mum and dad are happy. I never realised how they have suffered from the stress between us. I owe it to them to give it a go.”
“I knew it would not be permanent between us. It hurts a bit, but it was lovely. I have never been as sexually fulfilled as I have been with you, Susan.”
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