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  He laughed and shrugged. “Great film, though.”

  Karen slid her hand under the quilt and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “But after our third date, you took me back to your flat and abused my young, innocent body time and again.”

  He scoffed. “You weren’t that young, and you certainly weren’t innocent.”

  She pumped her hand up and down his cock. “And since that first time, you’ve done all sorts of things to me.”

  “Yes I have.”

  “You’ve even made me give myself to another man.” She released his cock, pushed the quilt down, then straddled him. “And you’re going to make me do it again.”

  Nigel positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, then let out a sigh as she lowered herself onto him. She rocked her hips and placed a hand either side of his head, holding her upper body up on straight arms.

  “I won’t be making you do it again,” he said, rolling her fat nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “I’ll be allowing you to do it again.”

  “Ah.” She rocked her hips faster. “So you don’t actually want it?”

  He gripped her hips and started bouncing her on his cock. “Of course I want it. But probably not as much as you do.”

  Her eyelids began to flutter, and he knew she was on the brink already. It was amazing how much more sensitive they both seemed to be nowadays. The first round of sex rarely lasted more than a few minutes.

  Nigel pinched her nipples a little harder. “I can tell how much you want it from the way you fuck me when we talk about it.” He watched, transfixed, as she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering. He loved her expression when she came. “You probably wish this was a stranger’s cock in you, right now…”

  She frowned and clenched her teeth, grinding herself against him.

  “…A stranger’s cum that’s going to be pumping inside you…”

  Karen bounced up and down on him even faster. Nigel held his breath as his muscles went into spasm. She groaned and wriggled on him, then dropped her head and bit his shoulder while thrusting her hips. He arched his back and another spurt flooded her. Karen came again, which was something she did almost every time they had sex now. They writhed and grunted through their pleasure, then eventually slowed down and lay still, breathing heavily.

  Nigel could feel the beat of her heart with their chests pressed together. Hers was racing as much as his own.

  She kissed his neck. “Thank you.”

  “Anytime.”

  She nipped his shoulder. “I mean thank you for not pushing me again, about... you know.”

  Nigel held his breath, waiting for her to continue. He ran his hands down to her buttocks and stroked them gently.

  She took a breath. “I want us to go to a place where we can relax, have a couple of drinks and talk. Then, if we see a single guy that I like the look of, I’ll buy him a drink and let him take me home for the night.”

  “And what will you let him do to you?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I’ll let him do whatever he wants.”

  His stomach tingled. “What if he wants to do nasty things?”

  “I’ve done nasty things before, so it won’t be a problem.”

  He pulled his head back and looked her in the eye. The idea of her being completely passive for a stranger excited him. A lot. “You’d let him do anything?”

  “Yeah. Well, anything within reason.” She looked thoughtful for a second. “I’d let him do anything that I’ve already had done to me.”

  Nigel’s mind went into overdrive as he mined his memory for all they’d done in bed together over the last twenty years. But what about what she’d done with previous boyfriends? Things which were fair game to her to repeat, but which he didn’t know about. He briefly wondered if she’d done more than she’d confessed to in Copenhagen with Sean. “You’re going to make me hard again.”

  She laughed and rolled off him. “Well if you can get it up again, help yourself to my body. But I’m going to sleep.”

  He chuckled and placed his hand on her stomach. “Maybe I’ll save it until tomorrow.”

  “Hmm, good idea.” Karen turned off the bedside light.

  * * * *

  Next morning, Nigel took the girls to hockey as usual. He stayed to watch the game, bought himself a bacon roll and coffee from the pitch-side vendor and enjoyed chatting to the other parents. Karen had gone clothes shopping in Chester with one of her friends and wouldn’t return home until later. After chatting to Grace’s parent’s at the sidelines, it seemed that there was a nice surprise in store for Karen as well as for the girls.

  It was late afternoon when she returned with numerous shopping bags dangling from her arms. Both girls were thrilled that she’d bought them each a couple of tops. Even Nigel had been treated to a new casual shirt. He smiled as he unfolded it, wondering how Karen would react to the little surprise he’d ordered for her.

  “Guess what?” Vi said excitedly, holding one of her tops against herself. “Grace is having a party next Saturday.”

  “Oh?” Karen smiled.

  Vi continued excitedly. “Me, Lucy and a couple of the others are going with her to an outdoor adventure park where they do laser tag, Segway and go-karts. Then it’ll be dinner in Pizza Express followed by tenpin bowling. Grace has asked me and Lucy to stay for a sleepover, too.”

  Karen stared at Violet as she absorbed the information, and Nigel watched her reaction.

  “Wow.” Karen’s eyebrows arched. “So you’ll be playing hockey, then going to play laser tag, ride on a Segway, drive a go-kart, eat pizza and go bowling?”

  Violet nodded enthusiastically, but Lucy shook her head. “We may have to choose between either Segway or go-karting, I think.”

  Karen sighed. “It still sounds like a very hectic day. I’m now worried about what I’ll have to arrange when your birthdays come around.”

  Violet was still smiling broadly. “And then a sleepover at Grace’s house.”

  Karen finally turned her gaze toward her husband, her eyes widening very slightly. He knew she was thinking the exact same thing that he was: This was the perfect opportunity for them to have some fun of their own.

  * * * *

  In the following days, Nigel spent most of his free time thinking about what might happen while the girls were away. Would Karen actually go through with hooking up with a total stranger for sex? Though desperate to make plans, he was reluctant to bring it up in case she’d already decided it was too soon to repeat her liaison with Sean.

  Karen finally broached the subject late on Thursday night, when their daughters had been safely tucked up in bed for an hour and a half and there was no movement upstairs.

  “I suppose you’ve been giving some thought to Saturday night.”

  He tried to act nonchalant, but goosebumps had risen on his arms and legs. “It’s crossed my mind a time or two.”

  She laughed. “Is that all?”

  “Maybe it’s crossed my mind a little more than that.”

  “So… I wondered if you’d made any plans.”

  He watched her eyes. “You still want to do it?”

  She nodded. “Do you?”

  “Yes!”

  She grinned as he blushed at how loud and fast that came out. “Any thoughts on where we should go?”

  “Shrewsbury.”

  Her eyebrows went up. “Why there?”

  “It’s a nice town with quite a few nice pubs, and we stand very little chance of bumping into anyone we know.”

  “How far away is it?”

  “Three-quarters of an hour in the car, something like that.”

  “Do you want to book a hotel?”

  He was surprised by her offer. “For you or for me?”

  “For you, of course. I’m hoping to get taken back to the guy’s place.” She chewed her lip. “But I suppose I could take the guy back to the hotel room, and you could sleep in the car.”

  “Yeah, that sounds great.”

 
His sarcastic response made her laugh. “Fine, we’ll work out the logistics tomorrow.” Karen rested a hand on his crotch and whispered in his ear. “Do you realise that forty-eight hours from now, I might be splayed out in a stranger’s bed?”

  He swallowed. “Yeah.” His cock quickly grew hard.

  “And does it turn you on to think about him using my body?”

  He sighed and stretched his arms out along the back of the couch.

  She slid to the floor, knelt between his feet, then started to undo the buttons of his jeans. “I’ve noticed something.”

  Nigel glanced upstairs. “That we’re not alone in the house?”

  “If the girls get out of bed, I’ll hear them.” She popped another button free. “Lately I’ve realised that you get really turned on if I use… crude language.”

  He almost laughed at her polite description for the flow of filth that erupted when she got into the spirit of things. “It has an effect, yes.”

  She slipped her hand inside and freed his cock from his boxers. Gripping the base of the shaft, she used a fingertip to smear the leaking precum over his glans. “Shall I talk that way while we discuss what might happen on Saturday?”

  Before he could answer, she amazed him by firing a generous amount of saliva into her palm and rubbing it in circles over his cockhead. He shuddered and let out a groan.

  “Do you like that?”

  He gasped, too dazed to even nod.

  She licked her lips and smiled up at him. “I don’t think I’d get away with doing this on Saturday, though. The guy will want a lot more than my hands. Believe it or not, men only like hand-jobs from women they’ve already fucked. If I held a stranger’s dick in my hand, he’d want to stick it in my cunt.”

  Nigel couldn’t believe how quickly she’d slipped into her chosen role, but he certainly wasn’t going to interrupt. A constant tingle like an electric current thrummed up and down his spine as the pleasure from her hands and the thrill of her words fought for dominance.

  She added another gob to her palm and resumed the circular movements, folding her hand over the domed head, twisting and swirling. “And anyway, you’d want me to give him more than a hand-job, wouldn’t you?”

  Nigel gaped, then nodded once. Quickly.

  “You’d want his cock buried deep inside me. You’d want him to fuck me hard.”

  He finally found his voice. “You could… do other things.”

  She smiled. “Yeah, I could. I probably will. But he’ll still want my cunt.”

  Her words were pushing him ever closer. He took deep, ragged breaths through his mouth.

  “And I’ll want him in my cunt, too.” She changed hand positions, wrapping her spit-slicked right hand around his shaft and pumping up and down. “I’ll suck his cock—all men love that—then I’ll let him fuck me.”

  Nigel gazed at her through half-closed eyes.

  “He’ll fuck me hard until he’s on the brink, then I’ll let him finish in my mouth.”

  A shudder ran through his entire body.

  “Do you like the thought of his spunk filling my mouth and running down my throat?”

  The delicious coldness seeped through his loins, the start of the final ascent.

  “Or maybe I’ll offer him my backside.”

  His eyes shot open and she grinned at him. “You’ve had me there, so he can too. I said I’d let them do anything I’ve alread—”

  Nigel grabbed her hair and pulled her head down onto him. She’d barely closed her lips around the shaft before the first gush exploded from him. He arched his back and pushed his head back against the cushion, trying not to cry out. She pumped her hand faster, and he rewarded her with a second jet of his cream, then a third. Holding her head in place, he thrust his hips, frantically fucking her face. The end of his cock pushed into her throat, but he didn’t let up. Couldn’t. He experienced another couple of strong spasms, then finally stopped thrusting.

  Taking a deep breath, he let go of her head and opened his eyes. She kept him in her mouth, and they regarded each other in silence.

  Karen finally released his cock and straightened up on her knees, so her head was level with his. She parted her lips. Her mouth was full of cum, paste-like globs hanging from her tongue as she stuck it out a little. There were bubbles in it. As he watched, some overflowed and dribbled onto her lower lip.

  In truth, this kind of thing wasn’t what Nigel usually found arousing. But this was Karen, and the sluttish abandon she was showing was so far removed from her normal day-to-day poise that—in his eyes, at least—elevated it from being slightly repulsive to incredibly sexy.

  Karen closed her mouth, swallowed, and licked her lips.

  Breathless, he slowly shook his head. “Jesus.”

  She laughed. “What have you unleashed in me?”

  “I don’t know, but I like it.”

  “So do I.” She suddenly frowned, like she’d only just heard herself talking and was shocked by it. “Is this going to become a problem?”

  He shook his head. “Definitely not.”

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  Chapter Two

  During the drive to school on Tuesday morning, Lucy kept glancing over at Nigel like she was summoning the courage to ask for a huge favour. He waited for her to say something, but after the third set of traffic lights, the silence became unnerving.

  “How much?” he prompted, meeting her anxious expression dead-on.

  She grinned. “Not sure yet. Hannah mentioned last night that I’ll probably need a better flute before I do my Grade Five.”

  Lucy’s current flute had been bought second-hand, and both Nigel and Karen were thrilled with what she’d accomplished already.

  Before he could answer, Violet spoke from the back seat without looking up from whatever she was reading. “Ask Mum. She’s the one who earns the money.”

  He glanced sideways at Lucy, who was trying her best to suppress a smile. “You know I’m here, right Vi? You know I can hear you?”

  His younger daughter looked up and smiled at him in the rear-view mirror. “Love you Dad, but flutes are beyond your budget.”

  He laughed at Vi’s blunt appraisal of the hierarchy within the family. Although some men might have been hurt by the comment, Nigel was proud of Karen’s achievements in her career.

  He looked at Lucy. “Ask Mum, but the answer’s yes.”

  The rest of the week flew by in a whirl. Karen had a two-day seminar on site, and Nigel had a large order which he needed to finish. Although neither mentioned their hopes for Saturday night, every time one of the girls referred to their upcoming party, Nigel and Karen shared secret smiles.

  * * * *

  On Saturday morning Nigel dropped the girls off at Grace’s place for the grand birthday outing and got back to find Karen sitting in the living room, painting her nails. Wads of cotton wool separated each dark blue-nailed toe, the smell of varnish fresh in the air. She smiled at him as she applied the same colour to her fingernails.

  “Fancy going out for a pub lunch?” he asked.

  “I think I’m too nervous to eat.”

  His heart dropped. “Nervous about tonight?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe nervous is the wrong word. Anxious might be more accurate.”

  Relieved, he laughed. “I’d prefer you to be excited. How about just a drink then, to help you relax?”

  She nodded. “Give me ten minutes.”

  As it was a sunny day, they walked to a local pub with a beer garden overlooking the canal. Karen found a table and Nigel went to the bar, returning with a beer for himself and a large glass of white wine for her.

  He raised his bottle. “Cheers. Here’s to loose women with even looser morals.”

  She giggled. “Cheeky bastard. We should actually be toasting perverted men with zero morals.”

  He touched the neck of his bottle to her glass. “To perverts and sluts everywhere.”
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  She frowned briefly, but her expression became euphoric as she took a sip of her wine. “Ooh, this is really nice.”

  “It bloody-well ought to be at over seven quid a glass.”

  “Stop complaining, you know I’m worth it.”

  He smiled and reached over the table, taking her hand in his. “Yeah, you are.”

  Karen squeezed his hand. “So, tonight…”

  A shiver ran down his spine. He leaned forward, dipping his voice. Talking and planning things turned him on a lot. “Yes. Tonight.”

  “What shall I wear?”

  “I don’t think it matters. He’ll be taking it off before the good part starts.”

  “Of course it matters. I want to look sexy, and I want to feel sexy.”

  He nodded. “Okay. Well I can confirm you look sexy in all your clothes, so you need to decide which ones make you feel sexy. Have you got any thigh-high fuck-me boots?”

  She giggled and slapped his arm. “You know I don’t, so put them on my Christmas list.”

  “Actually, since you’ve spent ages painting your toenails, maybe go for bare legs and sandals or open-toed shoes?”

  She nodded, looking up at the sky. “It’s sandals weather, I suppose.”

  He took a long slug of his beer, then put the bottle down. “What about underwear?”

  “Probably won’t bother. Easier access, and all that.”

  He chuckled, but now wanted to move on to the dirtier details. “What will you let him do to you?”

  She leaned close so their foreheads were almost touching. “Anything he wants.”

  His chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. “What if he asks you what you want?”

  “I’ll tell him to fuck me hard from behind.”

  Nigel swallowed. “And then?”

  “And then I’ll tell him to come in my mouth, just like you did the other night.”

  He gulped, still a little guilty about how rough he’d been with her. “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Hmm, it’s been a while since we’ve done anything like that.”