Illicit Affairs Tales of the Heart
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I wander outside for some fresh air, to get away from the loud music, the smoke, the incessant chatter of the party guests.
I stroll through the long garden, past one or two others who’ve also sought their escape, some to take a smoke, others to couple off and canoodle in some quiet corner.
And then I spot them. They’re both married - but not to each other - and are heading down to the very bottom of the garden together, to where the lawn gradually gives way to the wood and the dark gloom descends.
I’m too far away to see if she is leading him by the hand or not, but it certainly looks that way. Brazen!
I hesitate, feeling awkward, wondering what to do. I swirl my glass around and take another swig of the wine. Not really my thing, but what else can you expect from a Cheese and Wine, Village get-together, to celebrate the Royal Wedding.
You see, I’m a voyeur, and nothing gets me off more than seeing a couple get it on together, especially when they shouldn’t be! And there’s nothing like watching people you know – takes it to a whole new level, when you realise the implications of what they’re doing.
So I decide I need to get closer. It’ll be hard as we’re a good fifty yards away from the Hall now, and the sound of the music is barely reaching this far, but I decide to creep on regardless.
I’m near the end of the lawned area now, and there’s an old workman’s shed, which I lean against and take another gulp of my drink. I peer from behind to see if I can see anything.
They obviously don’t think they’ve been spotted by anyone, as they’ve not got very far into the woods before they’re unable to keep their hands off each other. Thought so!
The woman, a full cupped, big breasted, redhead is leant against a tree. Her arms have encircled the man and they are locked in a passionate embrace. Neither of them are spring-chickens, she in her late fifties, he another ten years more; both should know better.
Nevertheless, they’re lost in the moment, as I watch their embrace become more passionate. She’s wearing tight blue jeans and a little white blouse, the one I like her in. It has a magical effect of squeezing her boobs together and pushing them up, invitingly.
Her breasts, I can attest are truly something to behold. They’ve opened doors for her throughout her life, brought favours and attract the attention of pretty much all the men in the village. The women, generally, hate her!
I’m not surprised he can’t resist. We talk about her often, especially her magnificent breasts. He once said to me, “She’s like a siren, calling you onto the rocks. They’d be fun to play with, but there’s no doubt you’d pay for it if you ever got your hands on the prize!” Nevertheless, he seems to have forgotten that sage advice now, or ignored it, transfixed by her sexual allure.
For this woman is a feisty whore - with a fiery temperament to match her auburn hair, which she keeps in a shoulder high bob. I’ve no doubt she’s a phenomenal shag, far too much for her husband these days I’m sure, who’s oblivious to what’s going on, somewhere back there. But she can be a sharp-tongued bitch too and I know she has a hell of a temper on her. All in all, too much to handle for most, but as I said, those who can are in for a treat, even if they pay for it later!
They’re whispering words to each other that I can’t make out and giggling together, like two schoolc***dren who’ve just nipped behind the bike sheds for a snog and a grope.
I feel braver, or hornier, and venture beyond the shed, to the first tree. It gives me a better angle. From here I can see that his right hand is now squeezing her left breast through the cotton blouse, pressing it against her sternum, kneading it, delighting in its soft, gentle, magnificence. God what I wouldn’t give to be him, to have my own mouth around her beautiful full cupped boob.
I’m close enough now to hear their words. He’s saying to her how he’s always wanted her and how he can’t stop thinking about her and how her breasts are wonderful and she’s saying we should be careful and we could get caught.
But her protestations are half hearted, as she’s sighing and helping him gain access to her breasts by unbuttoning her blouse. She cradles his head to her left breast when it is finally free and throws her head back against the big oak tree trunk, gasping as he takes it in his mouth.
He’s sucking and biting her ample globe, her large nipple no doubt swelling in his mouth, whilst his other hand presses against the other breast, still housed in her blouse. Her right hand has reached down to his crotch and palm open she’s rubbing his no-doubt rock hard length through his trousers. His cock must be aching to be freed, to be inside her, to be fucking this beautiful, horny, goddess of a woman.
He will get his wish shortly by the looks of it, as she brings her other hand down and starts to fumble with his fly, and then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone.
“God I want your cock, John!” I hear her say, as she fumbles inside his trousers and they kiss again, this time a dirty, frantic, French-kiss as their passions rise and she starts to gently wank him.
“Suck my cock, Diane. Put your beautiful mouth around me...” he whispers and the woman slowly sinks to her knees.
She has a smile on her face as she comes face to face with his throbbing hardness.
Slowly, delicately she starts to caress his balls as she licks the underside of his cock, which I have to admit is a fine looking thing for a man in his sixties. They spin around so the man is now leant against the tree, and he gasps and closes his eyes as she goes to work on him.
She is clearly an experienced lover as she takes him in her mouth with ease. He is gasping, sighing, crying almost in ecstasy, his hands gripping either side of her head, running through her hair. As she bobs and gurgles on his hardness, I can see he free breasts swinging majestically. With his eyes shut he doesn’t know what he’s missing! Don’t suppose he cares much though, either…
Adrenaline is coursing through my body making my legs go to jelly, I can’t believe my luck at what I’m witnessing. I really hope they fuck too, though I doubt I’ll be able to contain mysaelf if they do, I’ve fantasized about catching them at it for so long now.
In my rising excitement I move position slightly, in order to get a slightly better view and go to unzip my own fly. As I do, I hear a loud crack, as a I step on a dried-up old fallen branch and quickly jump back behind the tree.
My heart’s pounding….Did they hear me? I think as I stand frozen against the tree trunk.
I hear them talking, and they’ve obviously stopped what they were doing. I quickly peer and see she is now stood up facing him, both frozen to the spot, motionless, eyes wide open, craning their necks to try to hear if someone’s around…
Shit! I’ve been rumbled ! I turn and without look back, run for my life, until I’m back beyond the shed and at the bottom of the long lawned garden once more, panting. Fuck, I’m outta shape!
As I regain my composure, I try to act like nothing’s happened, and get my mobile out, pretending to casually check my messages.
“Hi Mark. Are you ok?” comes the female voice from behind me, from back where I’d just come.
“Hi Di. Fine thanks.” I reply, “What have you two been up to?” I joke, hoping they don’t know it’s me that was watching.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” comes her partner in crime’s bluffed response.
Di ‘play’ thumps him on the arm, “Oh you are awful, John.” but shoots him a smouldering look and I feel a wave of jealousy. How come he always gets to fool around with all the hot women, I think to myself?
“I was just showing your father the garden, he’d no idea it stretched out into a wood down at the bottom…”
“Yeah, its really beautiful…” My dad adds, before shooting me a suspicious look, “Have you seen your mother anywhere, Mark?”
They both try to act cool, but it’s a front. Diane is flushed and her hair ruffled. As she passes me I notice she even has a bit of moss in it, off the tree which she was leant against. Her tits swinging majestically to her step, look even bigger than normal, thanks to the still semi-erect nipples. My father is now wearing his shirt outside his trousers as if trying to be some cool k**, but in all likelihood to hide the semi he’s still sporting from his lover’s recent touch.
“Last time I saw her, she was in the kitchen, talking to Lilly…” I advise.
“Oh Great! I need a word with Lilly.” comes his reply, “Di, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Look forward to it!” comes the big-titted whore’s response, and she flashes a smile at my father that tells me she’ll get his cum tonight one way or another, as for now they wander off in separate directions to resume their duplicitous lives…
I stroll through the long garden, past one or two others who’ve also sought their escape, some to take a smoke, others to couple off and canoodle in some quiet corner.
And then I spot them. They’re both married - but not to each other - and are heading down to the very bottom of the garden together, to where the lawn gradually gives way to the wood and the dark gloom descends.
I’m too far away to see if she is leading him by the hand or not, but it certainly looks that way. Brazen!
I hesitate, feeling awkward, wondering what to do. I swirl my glass around and take another swig of the wine. Not really my thing, but what else can you expect from a Cheese and Wine, Village get-together, to celebrate the Royal Wedding.
You see, I’m a voyeur, and nothing gets me off more than seeing a couple get it on together, especially when they shouldn’t be! And there’s nothing like watching people you know – takes it to a whole new level, when you realise the implications of what they’re doing.
So I decide I need to get closer. It’ll be hard as we’re a good fifty yards away from the Hall now, and the sound of the music is barely reaching this far, but I decide to creep on regardless.
I’m near the end of the lawned area now, and there’s an old workman’s shed, which I lean against and take another gulp of my drink. I peer from behind to see if I can see anything.
They obviously don’t think they’ve been spotted by anyone, as they’ve not got very far into the woods before they’re unable to keep their hands off each other. Thought so!
The woman, a full cupped, big breasted, redhead is leant against a tree. Her arms have encircled the man and they are locked in a passionate embrace. Neither of them are spring-chickens, she in her late fifties, he another ten years more; both should know better.
Nevertheless, they’re lost in the moment, as I watch their embrace become more passionate. She’s wearing tight blue jeans and a little white blouse, the one I like her in. It has a magical effect of squeezing her boobs together and pushing them up, invitingly.
Her breasts, I can attest are truly something to behold. They’ve opened doors for her throughout her life, brought favours and attract the attention of pretty much all the men in the village. The women, generally, hate her!
I’m not surprised he can’t resist. We talk about her often, especially her magnificent breasts. He once said to me, “She’s like a siren, calling you onto the rocks. They’d be fun to play with, but there’s no doubt you’d pay for it if you ever got your hands on the prize!” Nevertheless, he seems to have forgotten that sage advice now, or ignored it, transfixed by her sexual allure.
For this woman is a feisty whore - with a fiery temperament to match her auburn hair, which she keeps in a shoulder high bob. I’ve no doubt she’s a phenomenal shag, far too much for her husband these days I’m sure, who’s oblivious to what’s going on, somewhere back there. But she can be a sharp-tongued bitch too and I know she has a hell of a temper on her. All in all, too much to handle for most, but as I said, those who can are in for a treat, even if they pay for it later!
They’re whispering words to each other that I can’t make out and giggling together, like two schoolc***dren who’ve just nipped behind the bike sheds for a snog and a grope.
I feel braver, or hornier, and venture beyond the shed, to the first tree. It gives me a better angle. From here I can see that his right hand is now squeezing her left breast through the cotton blouse, pressing it against her sternum, kneading it, delighting in its soft, gentle, magnificence. God what I wouldn’t give to be him, to have my own mouth around her beautiful full cupped boob.
I’m close enough now to hear their words. He’s saying to her how he’s always wanted her and how he can’t stop thinking about her and how her breasts are wonderful and she’s saying we should be careful and we could get caught.
But her protestations are half hearted, as she’s sighing and helping him gain access to her breasts by unbuttoning her blouse. She cradles his head to her left breast when it is finally free and throws her head back against the big oak tree trunk, gasping as he takes it in his mouth.
He’s sucking and biting her ample globe, her large nipple no doubt swelling in his mouth, whilst his other hand presses against the other breast, still housed in her blouse. Her right hand has reached down to his crotch and palm open she’s rubbing his no-doubt rock hard length through his trousers. His cock must be aching to be freed, to be inside her, to be fucking this beautiful, horny, goddess of a woman.
He will get his wish shortly by the looks of it, as she brings her other hand down and starts to fumble with his fly, and then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone.
“God I want your cock, John!” I hear her say, as she fumbles inside his trousers and they kiss again, this time a dirty, frantic, French-kiss as their passions rise and she starts to gently wank him.
“Suck my cock, Diane. Put your beautiful mouth around me...” he whispers and the woman slowly sinks to her knees.
She has a smile on her face as she comes face to face with his throbbing hardness.
Slowly, delicately she starts to caress his balls as she licks the underside of his cock, which I have to admit is a fine looking thing for a man in his sixties. They spin around so the man is now leant against the tree, and he gasps and closes his eyes as she goes to work on him.
She is clearly an experienced lover as she takes him in her mouth with ease. He is gasping, sighing, crying almost in ecstasy, his hands gripping either side of her head, running through her hair. As she bobs and gurgles on his hardness, I can see he free breasts swinging majestically. With his eyes shut he doesn’t know what he’s missing! Don’t suppose he cares much though, either…
Adrenaline is coursing through my body making my legs go to jelly, I can’t believe my luck at what I’m witnessing. I really hope they fuck too, though I doubt I’ll be able to contain mysaelf if they do, I’ve fantasized about catching them at it for so long now.
In my rising excitement I move position slightly, in order to get a slightly better view and go to unzip my own fly. As I do, I hear a loud crack, as a I step on a dried-up old fallen branch and quickly jump back behind the tree.
My heart’s pounding….Did they hear me? I think as I stand frozen against the tree trunk.
I hear them talking, and they’ve obviously stopped what they were doing. I quickly peer and see she is now stood up facing him, both frozen to the spot, motionless, eyes wide open, craning their necks to try to hear if someone’s around…
Shit! I’ve been rumbled ! I turn and without look back, run for my life, until I’m back beyond the shed and at the bottom of the long lawned garden once more, panting. Fuck, I’m outta shape!
As I regain my composure, I try to act like nothing’s happened, and get my mobile out, pretending to casually check my messages.
“Hi Mark. Are you ok?” comes the female voice from behind me, from back where I’d just come.
“Hi Di. Fine thanks.” I reply, “What have you two been up to?” I joke, hoping they don’t know it’s me that was watching.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” comes her partner in crime’s bluffed response.
Di ‘play’ thumps him on the arm, “Oh you are awful, John.” but shoots him a smouldering look and I feel a wave of jealousy. How come he always gets to fool around with all the hot women, I think to myself?
“I was just showing your father the garden, he’d no idea it stretched out into a wood down at the bottom…”
“Yeah, its really beautiful…” My dad adds, before shooting me a suspicious look, “Have you seen your mother anywhere, Mark?”
They both try to act cool, but it’s a front. Diane is flushed and her hair ruffled. As she passes me I notice she even has a bit of moss in it, off the tree which she was leant against. Her tits swinging majestically to her step, look even bigger than normal, thanks to the still semi-erect nipples. My father is now wearing his shirt outside his trousers as if trying to be some cool k**, but in all likelihood to hide the semi he’s still sporting from his lover’s recent touch.
“Last time I saw her, she was in the kitchen, talking to Lilly…” I advise.
“Oh Great! I need a word with Lilly.” comes his reply, “Di, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Look forward to it!” comes the big-titted whore’s response, and she flashes a smile at my father that tells me she’ll get his cum tonight one way or another, as for now they wander off in separate directions to resume their duplicitous lives…
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