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It was another boring evening. I was on the late shift which meant ages 
of absolutely nothing. I'm Mona. Last month I turned forty. I've been 
dyeing my hair its natural dark brown for a year or so. I have, I 
think, a pretty face with a nice smile and blue eyes. I've put on a few 
pounds over the last few years, but my tits - my best asset I think - 
sort of compensate for that. I've been married since I was twenty-four 
to Ralph. Last week I was bored. I work at a petrol station in a small 
town. Petrol prices are high here by comparison to stations just a few 
miles down the road. We have a small shop, though, that trades in 
staples like bread and cooked meats and wine. That's where I was that 
night: last "man" standing at the counter and waiting for closing time. 
Every so often I'd drift into the back room: a small space with a small 
table but no windows. This was where we would eat our meals - eat our 
"sandwiches". This was where we would sieze those moments to relax.

The last half-hour before closing was interminable. Ten o'clock came 
round though and at last it was closing time. I went to lock the door 
but, just as I reached it, it opened and a man walked in.
"We're just closing," I said.
"I just want a carton of milk," he said in a deep, rough voice. "I'll 
be really quick".
I vaguely recognised him. I think his name is Alex. He'd be about 
twenty-nine or thirty. He'd moved into the town with his wife some 
months previously, but I hadn't seen her recently.
"All right," I said. "I'll lock up and you can use the back door". He 
murmured something that sounded suspiciously like "Promises, promises".

I switched off most of the lights in the shop leaving only the one 
above the till switched on as Alex got his milk. I was back behind the 
counter by the time he'd chosen the one he wanted. I spent a moment 
looking at him. He was tall and looked physically well-built. He had 
sandy brown hair and blue eyes and was wearing a chunky pullover and 
jeans. They were tight and I caught myself staring at his buttocks as 
he walked down the aisle.
"Fifty-eight pence," I said as he placed the carton on the counter.
He reached into his pocket for money. Then into the other pocket. 
"Sorry about this," he said. "I know you're in a hurry".
"Don't worry, love," I said. "I'm not really in a hurry. My husband 
won't be home from the pub until after midnight and I'm not that eager 
to go home to an empty house.
He looked at me. "I know the feeling. Sharon - my wife - she's.... 
she's been staying with her parents for a few days". And so we started 
to chat about things. I began to realise that every so often he was 
looking at my chest, where there is a hint of cleavage above the 
buttons of my red slightly-too-tight staff shirt. I was flattered - 
being eyed up by this young handsome man.

I don't know when chat morphed into flirting. Perhaps it was when, 
looking at my name badge, Alex said "Mona. Moaner...And are you?" and I 
replied, "Depends who I'm with". Perhaps it was when I cast a quick eye 
to his crotch and said, "So. Looking after yourself at the moment, are 
you?" There was a moment, though, when I realised that this good 
looking young man might actually be coming on to me. I decided it was 
time to stop this pampering of my ego and go home. I directed Alex to 
the door that led from the shop to the back office. I turned out the 
last of the lights in the shop and joined him there. I was about to 
open the back door and usher him out when I looked him in the eyes. 
That was it.

We were on each other. My back was against the wall and our lips were 
together. I was going to say 'locked' but nothing could be further from 
the truth. They were wide apart and our tongues were rolling over and 
under each other. My breasts were pressed hard to his chest and I could 
feel the bulge in his trousers pressing into my abdomen. Right there 
and then it didn't matter that I was married. All that mattered was the 
desire and the need I had for this guy to make me feel like a sexy 
woman. I felt his fingers at the buttons of my blouse. "Hurry" my brain 
was silently crying out to him. "Hurry."  Then my blouse was open and I 
felt his big strong hands on my breasts. For all that they're pretty 
large they are still very sensitive and his fondling of them sent 
little shocks of pleasure straight to my groin. I grabbed the bottom 
hem of his pullover and lifted it up. I couldn't reach high enough to 
get it off, but he finished the job for me. As he did so I shucked off 
my blouse and unfastened my bra.

We were both naked now from the waist up. His body was fairly muscular 
and the feel of his warm, firm chest pressed against my tits, squashing 
them, was just fabulous. I reached down between us and unfastened his 
belt. Then I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his fly. I reached 
inside, hunting for his penis. It wasn't hard to find. He was big. Even 
before it was hard it felt long and thick in my hand. I felt an 
excitement in my stomach that I haven't felt in years as I began to 
work his cock with my hand. He pushed his jeans down over his waist and 
let them fall to the floor. His shaft was now fully hard and it had to 
be a good eight inches long and thick with it. I felt it warm and firm 
in my hand and the idea that it would soon be inside me had me panting 
with expectation.

He unfastened the button of my frankly not very sexy dark blue work 
slacks. He worked them over my curvy bum and pulled them down my legs 
going down on his knees as he did so. I wasn't expecting what happened 
next - maybe that tells you everything about the men I've known. he 
crooked his head upward bewteen my legs and started to tongue my slot. 
It felt like heaven. It felt like eveything from my hips to my knees 
was just alive. Then he hit my button. "Oh fuck yesssss" I think I 
heard myself gasping. My hand stroked his thick hair and I moaned 
softly. He had clearly had some experience of making women feel really 
good. I literally shivered with excitement as his tongue worked its 
wonders.

At last he stood. His strong arms reached round to my backside. He 
lifted me off my feet with my back pressed against the wall. I'm not a 
lightweight - not that I'm fat! - and was impressed. I could feel the 
tip of his cock beneath me and I moved to guide him to my entrance. 
Then he lowered me, inch by inch onto his shaft. It was wonderful. I 
could feel my pussy stretching inside to accommodate him as he 
absolutely filled me. There were parts of my tunnel that hadn't 
experienced anything for years that were suddenly brought back to life. 
Then he was moving inside me. Distantly, through waves of pleasure, I 
could hear a voice murmuring, "Yesss... Oh God Yesss... Fuck me... Fuck 
me..." and I realised it was me. I was whimpering and moaning and I 
just closed my mind to everything to everything except what this young 
man was doing to my body.

Strong as he was he couldn't hold me forever. He lifted me off his pole 
and onto my feet, directing me to the table. Without a second thought I 
sat on the edge of the table, lay back on it, spread my legs and lifted 
them into the air. Standing between my thighs Alex guided the head of 
his cock to my entrance, hooked his elbws around my knees and drove 
into me. Now he started to really pound me with urgency. His strokes 
were longer now and faster and each thrust sent a ripple of sheer 
delight through my pussy. My breasts shook each time his shaft ran deep 
into me and it was just so sexy being able to look past them, 
shuddering as he fucked me,  to his toned stomach moving between my 
thighs. The ripples were growing stronger now, merging into each other. 
I was so close. I gripped the edges of the table convulsively, little 
cries of pleasure  spilling unbidden from my mouth. "OH GOD!" I heard 
myself, distantly, yelling "OH GOD!! I'M CUMMING!!". Then it happened. 
Wave after wave of sheer unalloyed sexual pleasure roared out from my 
pussy. It was like every nerve in my body was alight and glowing and I 
wailing in pure joy. I have never in my life cum as hard as that. Ever.

Slowly the waves subsided. My breathing was still ragged and there were 
still thrills running from my pussy every time Alex drove into me, but 
the intensity of that orgasm was just something else. I realised, 
though, that his thrusts were getting more rapid and shorter. I 
realised that he too was about to cum. I've been on the pill for years 
so there was no chance of pregnancy, but I didn't want my husband 
discovering anything untoward inside me if he felt like a fumble when 
he came back from the pub. I sat up and pushed Alex gently from me, 
then I slid from the table to my knees in front of him. I looked for a 
moment at his cock, thinking about how it had made me feel, then I took 
as much of it as I could into my mouth and started to suck it. I could 
taste my own juices on it and it gave me a kinky thrill knowing that I 
was tasting my own orgasm. I could hear Alex moaning as I took him a 
little deeper while I stroked the base of his shaft. His breathing was 
getting rapid  and he was moaning, "Oh fuck yesss... Oh fuck....". Then 
I felt his shaft swelling in my mouth. It pulsed and and throbbed. Wads 
of his cum spourted from his swollen glans. It was thick and salty. I 
couldn't swallow all of it and some trickled from my lips and down my 
chin. I hadn't tasted semen for a long time, but I was enjoying it.

At last his cock softened and I released it from between my lips. I got 
to my feet and smiled at him, his cum still on my lips and chin. A few 
drops had landed on my tits. "That was fantastic" I said. "You were 
fantastic," he replied. We didn't say much else. We were acknowledged 
that we were both married. We had met each others' needs and brought 
each other pleasure. We dressed and left through the back door of the 
shop and went our separate ways. By the time Ralph got home I had 
showereed and was sunk into a deep, very satisfied sleep.

All that was two weeks ago. I've thought about it a lot since. Often, 
after Ralph has gone to work, lying in our bed with my hand between my 
thighs I've had a good hard think about it. After all that thought I 
realise I regret only one thing. This is going to sound terrible, but 
the only thing I regret is that I didn't let him cum inside me. Yes, I 
cuckolded my husband, but that's the real taboo isn't it? Another man's 
sperm swimming inside my wifely pussy. It gives me little thrills of 
excitement just thinking about it. So here's the thing. In a week's 
time Ralph is going away for a few days on a fishing trip with his 
friends. I find I'm fantasising about hooking up with Alex again, or 
going into the city, hitting the clubs and finding myself a young, hard 
cock. Maybe I'll do it. This time, though, when they unload their 
thick, sticky, hot cum it will be as deep inside my married pussy as I 
can possibly get it.

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