It takes a strong woman to follow where her lust leads – and an even stronger one to keep going past society’s taboos. Jane did just that, and was rewarded with an orgasmic experience she’ll never forget. And neither will I – the scenes she described to me the night we shared a drink in a hotel bar are often in my fantasies, and I’m sure they’ll soon be in yours, too . . .
‘TIME, LADIES, PLEASE,’ implored the barman for the third time as Jane tipped the last of the Pinot Grigio into her glass.
‘Well, if you ask me,’ went on her best friend Trish, ‘I think he’s a bastard. All this talk about “giving him another chance” is utter bullshit.’
‘I agree,’ chipped in Fiona. ‘A top-rank, number one, complete and utter arsehole. You’re better off without him, Jane. And you’d even talked about getting engaged. Met the family and everything. What a sod. Don’t even think about going there again.’
Jane took a huge swig of wine. ‘Ladies, I agree.’ She raised her glass. ‘To being single!’
The girls were right, and Jane knew it. Simon was an arsehole. They’d been together for over a year – until a week ago, when Trish had spotted him holding hands and canoodling with his ex-girlfriend in a restaurant. Trish – not one to hold back – had walked over and deposited a glass of red wine on his head, much to the amusement of fellow diners.
‘That’s for being a two-timing bastard,’ she’d announced, as Simon stared at her speechlessly and his ex made a hasty exit to the loos. Then she’d called Jane, told her not to answer her phone to Simon, and gone straight round to tell her in person.
He’d turned up, of course, with a huge bouquet of flowers and the classic sob story. ‘She’s just split up with her boyfriend,’ he insisted, looking up at Jane from the doorstep with his huge brown eyes and his longish brown hair flopping over them. ‘Needed a shoulder to cry on. I – I got carried away. I was stupid. There’s nothing going on, Jane, honest. I love you. My whole family loves you.’
It would be so easy to forgive him, Jane had thought to herself. When Simon turned on the charm, resisting was almost impossible. Not to mention the amazing sex. Simon had the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen, and, like her, he’d happily give oral for hours. Jane loved nothing more than sucking on his huge, fat dick, knowing that when she was ready he’d pound it inside her, satisfying her cunt and clitoris at the same time with its enormous girth. But she’d stayed strong. ‘Forget it,’ she’d snapped, closing the door in his face. ‘We’re finished.’
So here she was – free and single again, and already missing Simon. Mostly, though, as she began to realise, she was missing the sex. When she came to think about it, sex was really all they’d had in common. Both of them had a high libido, loving to fuck as often as possible, in as many places as they could think of. In the past, Jane had found that her boyfriends couldn’t keep up with her urges. Simon was as up for it as she was.
‘He was just so good in bed,’ she said, as the girls gave the barman a cheery wave, put on their coats and headed out to the taxi rank. ‘I’ve told you about his . . .’
‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’ve heard!’ chorused the girls, hoping to drown out yet another graphic description of Simon’s enormous member. ‘I know, love,’ comforted Trish, ‘but there are tons of guys out there who are good in bed, and they don’t all go around lusting after their ex-girlfriends. You’ve just got to forget him and give someone else a chance. He can’t be the only person in the world with a massive knob!’ The girls shrieked and Jane smirked to herself. Trish was right. They joined the taxi queue and were chatting about arranging a girlie holiday to the Maldives when Jane felt a tap on her shoulder.
‘Hello, Jane,’ said a deep, well-spoken voice. She turned and her eyes fell on a familiar face.
‘Chris! My goodness, how are you?’ she replied. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I’ve been out with some old workmates.’
Jane kissed him on both cheeks. ‘Everyone, this is Chris,’ she announced. ‘Simon’s dad.’
A few of the girls groaned at the mention of Simon and burbled tipsy comments about ‘the love-rat swine’. Chris shrugged and pulled an apologetic, hangdog expression, putting them all at ease. The girls shook hands with him, as Jane desperately tried to work out how long he’d been there and whether she’d been in full-on rant about Simon. No, she decided, by the time they were in that queue the conversation had most definitely been on holidays. Jane noticed just how gorgeous Chris was the very first time that she met him. She’d never been one for older men, and Chris was in his late 40s – 20 years older than her – but he was a more rugged, well-built version of Simon, with a deeper, sexier voice. He had the same cute, baby-blue eyes, the same floppy dark hair – though his was flecked with grey. She’d been to dinner a couple of times with him and Simon, and afterwards, on both nights, when she’d fucked Simon, she’d fantasised that she was being screwed by his father. It was one of those off-limits fantasies that she’d always felt a little bit guilty about afterwards.
‘Sorry to hear about you and Si,’ he went on. ‘The lad brings it on himself.’
‘Thanks,’ Jane replied. ‘So, how’s your new girlfriend? Sam, was it? The one we met when Si and I came over.’
‘Fine, I think. But she’s not my girlfriend any more. Things didn’t work out. I’m back on the market again, if there is a market for old has-beens.’
Jane giggled. At least he was self-deprecating. Simon took himself so seriously all the time, while his dad was far more laid-back and easy-going, able to laugh at himself. That was one of the things she admired about him. The queue shuffled forwards and as they chatted, and began to flirt just a little, Jane found herself fancying him more and more. For a split second, Jane wondered if he had the same . . . No, she wouldn’t even go there in her mind. This was Simon’s dad, for God’s sake! Way off-limits.
They reached the front of the queue and Trish and Fiona climbed into their cab. Jane was going the other way. Her mind was in turmoil. With her and Simon over for good, she’d never see Chris again. It was just chance that they’d bumped into each other. But how on earth could she take things further? And did she really want to?
The damp patch spreading in her panties told her the answer. Just chatting to him had brought her to a state of arousal, her clit tingling pleasantly. She could either say goodbye, go home and masturbate – or she could dive into the unknown. That would be one way to put Simon behind her for good.
‘We could share a cab, if you like,’ she blurted out. ‘My flat’s in Notting Hill. It’s not that far from you.’
It wasn’t true, and Chris knew it. Going via her flat would mean a detour of about half an hour.
‘Sure,’ he replied, those blue eyes sparkling. ‘That’d be great.’
He held the door open for her and she slid into the back seat, the leather cold on her bare legs. Such a gentleman, just like Simon. Chris climbed in beside her. He was wearing an aftershave she couldn’t place, but she liked it.
‘Highgate,’ she told the driver, leaning forward to speak to him through the glass partition. ‘Via Notting Hill.’
He gave her a puzzled look, clearly wondering why anyone in Central London would share a cab when one was going North and the other West. But her eyes flashed dangerously, and realising the score, he replied: ‘Of course, love,’ and snapped the sliding window shut.
Jane kept the conversation light, but the sexual tension between them was hitting boiling point. She wanted Chris so badly, more than she’d ever wanted Simon, because there was something so deliciously naughty about the thought of fucking him, and because she didn’t know if she’d have the guts to go through with it.
Driven by your typical London cabbie, the taxi bounced along the streets, the driver taking sharp turns. Jane used each bounce and jerk to secretly edge closer and closer to Chris and rested her head sideways on his shoulder, feigning tiredness.
‘Are you sleepy, baby?’ he whispered.
She looked up at his face so their lips brushed together. The ache in her clit had spread throughout her whole body, so that every inch of her craved his touch. For a few seconds they stayed frozen, both of them knowing that this was their only chance to back out, to say goodbye and not take that step. But neither of them could say no. It was just a question of who was going to make the first move.
‘You know I want you,’ Chris whispered. ‘I’m just not sure if . . .’
She answered him with a kiss, her tongue probing inside his mouth, exploring every inch, sliding in and out, loving the warm wetness she found there. Unlike Simon, who would have instantly made a grab for her tits, Chris focused on kissing her back, slowly and gently, expertly exploring her mouth with his own tongue, just the way she hoped he’d explore her pussy when they got home. He was clearly a very experienced lover, and the thought of how good he’d be in bed made her shiver. But kissing each other was one thing, full-blown sex quite another.
‘We shouldn’t be doing this . . .’ Chris panted, his hand moving involuntarily down to her tits, kneading them through her dress before pulling it away again.
‘It’s okay, Chris,’ she whispered, taking his hand and resting it back on her tit. ‘I want you to do this. I’m so turned on that my pussy is soaked.’
Chris let out a gasp, his hand dropped to his lap and his body trembled. Then he said: ‘I’m so sorry.’ At first she thought he couldn’t go through with it. But when she looked down, his trousers were damp. She’d turned him on so much that he’d come prematurely. Jane smiled inwardly. Coming too soon was one of Simon’s little habits – in the end they’d agreed that he’d always have a wank ten minutes before, so he could keep going for longer. It looked like nature had repeated itself.
‘It’s fine, Chris, really,’ she replied, lowering her face into his lap and inhaling his musk, feeling his semi-erect cock resting on her face through the now-glossy fabric. To her delight, his cock felt easily as huge as Simon’s. Bigger, if that were possible. ‘It’s still twenty minutes to my flat. You’d better be ready to go again by the time we arrive, that’s all.’
He smiled gratefully, and buried his face in her cleavage, licking her nipples through her silky dress. Jane pressed her legs together, squeezing her clit as much as she could to give herself some relief. By the time they reached her flat, Jane was more horny than she’d been before in her life. She was about to fuck someone she really shouldn’t and that was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. They announced to the driver that this was the only stop and paid him quickly. They went straight into the bedroom, where only the previous week, Jane had sucked Simon off for the last time. The thought crossed her mind that she hadn’t even changed the sheets – they’d still be stained with his cum – and it made her even hornier. Simon had moved out and luckily Jane had got rid of all her photos of him.
Now Chris took the lead, undressing her slowly, caressing every inch as he did so, so much more caring and tender than Simon. His body was wider, thicker, but in very good shape, and Jane realised that he worked out a lot – unlike Simon, who was rapidly developing a pot belly. Chris kissed all the way down from her nipples to her pussy, licking and nibbling as he went. His touch seemed so experienced, so expert; when he reached her bush he gently parted her pussy lips with his fingers and kissed all the way around her cunt.
‘Lick my clit, please,’ she begged. ‘I’m so close. So close.’
He circled her clit with his tongue, but didn’t touch it. ‘Wait, baby,’ he said, sliding one finger, then two, then four, into her cunt. ‘Trust me, it’ll be better this way. Wait for my cock to fuck you. When you finally come, it’ll blow your mind.’
‘I can’t wait,’ Jane begged, her whole body screamingly close to orgasm as he fisted her harder and harder, something Simon had never done.
‘You can,’ he replied, giving her clit one quick lick. Jane let out a wail of desire. She was just one more lick, one rub, one squeeze away from the orgasm that was about to engulf her.
‘Lie back and spread your legs,’ he whispered. ‘Don’t touch yourself. Don’t move.’
Jane had never been this close to climax and managed to stop before. But she spread her legs and fought the urge to bring herself off with just a quick squeeze of her pussy. As she did so, Chris undid his shirt and trousers. Jane let out a gasp.
‘Your cock is beautiful,’ she told him, marvelling at it. ‘It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen.’
Chris’s cock was a good inch longer than Simon’s, and just as thick – so wide that her grip couldn’t completely encircle it. She wasn’t even sure if it would fit inside her – but she was sure as hell determined to find out.
‘Fuck me, Chris,’ she begged, squirming on the bed, her legs as wide as she could stretch them, ready to take as much of that beautiful cock as she could, her pussy rapidly reaching the point of no return.
He eased his cock inside her, gently, inch by inch. ‘Tell me when to stop,’ he said. ‘I don’t want it to hurt.’ So caring, so unlike his son.
On each thrust he pressed further into her cunt, until at last his entire dick was inside her, filling her completely. He rocked back and forth gently, his pubic bone pressing against her clit, but not pressing hard enough.
‘Harder,’ Jane begged. ‘Fuck me properly, Chris. Fuck me hard.’
His rhythm sped up, and he pushed deeper and deeper, his pubes rough against her clit, each thrust sending a shooting, yet satisfying pain right through her. She gripped his arse with her hands, forcing him as deep as he could go, bearing the pain because she’d never felt so truly, deeply fucked. And she still couldn’t believe it was Simon’s dad who was doing it.
She’d had that cock in her cunt, and now she wanted him in her mouth. ‘I’ve got to suck you off,’ she gasped, pulling him down on to the bed and lowering her mouth over his throbbing member, sucking greedily. The purple head went so far back in her throat that it almost made her gag. Chris held her head as she rocked back and forth, both of them groaning with pleasure, as she took in as much of his cock as she could. He swivelled round so he could lick her pussy as she sucked him, and though his tongue felt so small after she’d had his cock in her, the feeling was still intense. Her orgasm came first. She finally surrendered to wave after wave of overwhelming, shuddering lust as he fucked her with his tongue, his fingers furiously massaging her clit. His own climax followed moments later and his delicious salty cum flowed into her mouth.
Jane and Chris collapsed in each other’s arms on the bed, kissing each other as they shared their juices, hardly able to believe what they’d just done and knowing they’d never do it again. ‘That was amazing,’ Chris whispered. ‘If it wasn’t for Simon, I’d ask you out on a date.’
‘And if it wasn’t for Simon, I’d say yes,’ she said.
Chris pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. ‘I know we shouldn’t have done it, Jane, but I want you to know that I’ve never enjoyed sex as much as that.’
‘Me neither,’ replied Jane, as a momentary flash of delight passed over Chris’s face, which he instantly suppressed, but Jane knew he’d got a kick out of knowing he was a far better fuck than his son.