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Covid Angel?
Lockdown has been a trial for all of us but for me it has had sadder repercussions. My wife, Tanya, is very attractive with a slim figure, double D cup breasts and long blonde hair. She dresses very smartly but in a way that has a classy seductiveness to it. No one can believe that she is touching 50 and she gives some 20 year olds a run for their money. We have been happy together for over 20 years but like many couples, our bedtime activities are much reduced.
During the first UK lockdown, Tanya being Tanya, she got involved in helping out as many people as she could, and particularly our next-door neighbour, Brian, a widower of about 72. Brian has always had a bit of a thing for Tanya, often dropping saucy hints to her and frequently telling me that if he was 30 years younger he would give me a run for my money where she is concerned. All of this has always been brushed off in a light-hearted manner.
Throughout lockdown, Tanya shopped for Brian and a few neighbours. She would usually leave bags of groceries at their door and collect notes and money from them in an envelope, the next day. All has gone well to plan and Tanya has been seen as a bit of an angel in these last few months.
When lockdown ended, most of the neighbours started to do their own shopping but Tanya said she would continue with Brian’s because he was feeling a little agoraphobic having isolated for so many months. I was fine with this. However, I noticed that Tanya would now enter Brian’s house to deliver the groceries and one day I confronted her about this when she was quite late back. She explained that she helped him by putting the groceries away. I thought that this was a little over the top but still, went along with it.
Around this time, I noticed that Tanya was ordering lots of clothes online. Not the sort of stuff she normally wore. The dress lengths were much shorter than usual and she had purchased ankle boots, which she often professed not to like, and a pair of high heels with ankle straps fastened with a small tasteful padlock. None of this seemed in character. My suspicions were raised when one day I came home early and saw her just leaving for the supermarket with Brian’s order. She looked amazing, her hair up like Brigitte Bardot used to wear it, her cream top was off the shoulder, her dress very short but despite the fact it was a very sunny day she was wearing tan stockings. I also noticed that her bra was strapless, something I didn’t know she possessed, and she had on those high heels mentioned earlier. As I kissed her goodbye, I smelt that she was dowsed in perfume and saw that her eyes were perfectly made up.
I entered our house and sat brooding over a cup of tea but to me relief Tanya pulled up, popped the shopping to Brians’ and came home. So far so good, I thought. A couple of days later, I deliberately came home early and saw Tanya’s car on the drive. She was missing though. I sat at home and waited. When she came in, I noticed that she was very nervy and didn’t make eye contact with me. I asked her where she had been for the last three hours and she answered that she hadn’t been gone that long but that if I cared to check with Brian, he would confirm that she had been at his house.
‘What, putting shopping away for three hours.’
‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘What else could I have been doing? Look check with him if you don’t believe me!’
I realised that due to the position of his house, she could only have walked from Brian’s otherwise, she would have passed me in full view. OK, I thought; she had to have been at his place but why so long? It never entered my thoughts that she would be interested in a 72 year old, even a debonair one with a good sense of humour.
A week later, I left for work and saw Tanya talking to Brian in his garden. I obviously had not been expected by the looks on their faces but I walked towards her. As I tried to lean in and kiss her goodbye, she leaned away slightly and turned her head so I kissed her cheek. I saw Brian look at me as if I had assaulted her. I then drove around the block and parked up. After half an hour, I saw Tanya drive by and I made my way home on foot. She returned after an hour, not knowing I was observing her, and I saw her remove Brian’s shopping and proceed to his house. Once again, she was dressed to the nines, very seductively. I watched as she smiled when Brian came to the door, a smile I had not seen for some while. After three hours again, Tanya came home. Still not aware that I was there, she ran upstairs and immediately took a shower. I watched her mount the stairs, seeing her hair dishevelled and ladders running down her dark stockings. After the shower, she ran downstairs and oddly, only put her underwear in the washer. She then placed her stockings in the bin and gasped with shock when she saw me sat there, her face filled with guilt.
‘Been shopping for Brian…again!’ I said.
‘Oh god not this again,’ she replied.
‘You’ve taken another shower and are washing your underwear. Had a mishap?’
‘Yes,’ she said, confidentially. ‘I was having a sandwich with Brian and spilled some mayonnaise down me.’
I nearly choked with ironic laughter.
The following week, I was working away but came back one night earlier than expected. The house was empty. I rang Tanya’s mobile and on a pretence, asked if she could get my driver’s licence out of my office. She replied that she was at her mum’s and had to go. There was no ‘love you,’ as she used to end her calls. I left the house into our back garden and rang the mobile again. There was no answer but I heard it ring – in Brian’s house! It seemed to come from his rear facing garden room. I decided to confront them both but then thought I’d better do it surreptitiously, so I crept through his gates and into his rear garden. The lights in his garden room were dim but shone through his windows. I moved closer and there they were.
A chair was angled away from the window but I could tell from her hair lapping over the back and her leg hung over the arm, that it was Tanya sat there. Brian had his head in what I presumed was her groin. I watched as it bobbed up and down, saw Tanya’s hands appear on the chair arm and grip tightly. After a while, Brian stood up, still unaware I was there watching through the window, but from afar. He was naked and sported a huge hard cock that swung as he moved. For a 72 year old he had a great body.
As I continued to survey the scene, I saw Tanya stand. Her back was turned but I could see she was braless and butt naked except for her high-heeled ankle boots and holdup stockings. Brian clutched her and kissed her hard for what seemed an eternity. His hand then appeared on her shoulders and I could see him willing her down. Tanya sunk to her knees until her head was at his cock and then she let him penetrate her orally. For some while. I watched as he thrust into her mouth. She even sucked and licked his balls and when she started to masturbate him, it was too much to bear. I moved away, my mind in a whirl. I crossed over into my garden, I decided to leave and catch a hotel for the night.
I finally plucked the courage to return home the following day. Tanya seemed pleased to see me and cooked a meal. All seemed civil until I confronted her with what I saw the previous night. To her credit, she did not deny my allegations. On the one hand, I was devastated that she had done this but even more of a surprise was that she had chosen Brian to be unfaithful with. I asked what she saw in him and she described how it had come to this.
‘I always ignored his advances and took them lightly’, she explained. ‘When I started doing his shopping, at first I felt pity on him, and occasionally we would have a cup of tea and just chat. I got to know a different side to the lecherous old devil that we thought him to be. He is tender and funny and made my laugh. One day he confessed his affection for me but understood that at his age, he was acting absurd. I guess that’s where it started. I consoled him and wrapped my arms around him. Just one kiss planted on his cheek and I knew I had crossed the line. Every visit after that, it developed more until one day, we just kissed and fondled. It’s been a long time since we did that, Pete,’ she said to me. I agreed.
I asked how far they had progressed and surprised myself over how calm and god, I daren’t say this, sympathetic I was to my cheating wife. Tanya refused to comment but I insisted, stating that so far I had been understanding and tolerant. Again, she declined but I became angry and struck out at a nearby door. The noise shook her and she appealed for calmness. She said that they only practiced oral so far and she had masturbated him several times.
The mention of what Tanya had performed on Brian made me mad. I vowed to go around and beat him but then because of his age I realised that this could be fatal to him. I ran upstairs to contemplate my position. My mobile rang and instinctively I answered. It was Carl, my manager. I said that he had called at a bad time but he explained, after apologising, that there was an urgent meeting the next day and by way of a heads up, I should prepare for redundancy due to downturn in business following covid lockdown. I could hardly believe it. My head span. We had an enormous mortgage and a lifestyle we could only afford due to Tanya’s legacy, which her father paid her. In short, I was almost entirely reliant upon her, financially. This put a whole perspective of my dilemma. I had already vowed to divorce Tanya after her revelation that night but that would now leave me with no money, mountains of debt and a stark reality.
I went downstairs and told Tanya about what my manager had advised. She too was shocked but said that there was no problem because she could take care of us in perpetuity if necessary, ‘…and why don’t you retire early? You’ve always wanted to travel.’ I could not believe what I was hearing. Tanya suggested we had a future after all that I had discovered. She even hugged me and I felt her warm body like a complete relief. ‘But what about Brian?’ I asked.
‘Peter,’ she said, ‘You haven’t wanted me sexually for years. But me and you are like brother and sister…best friends. I love you but I need more. I need to be fulfilled.’
‘So you’ve no intention of relinquishing him?’
Tanya did not answer. I therefore, left the house and booked a hotel room. For the next few days, I attended meetings and absorbed the impact of breaking with her. Her income was untouchable. Our assets would have to be halved; a mountain of mortgage and car debt outweighed them all. I was fucked, completely. I know some guys reading this would say, ‘fuck it all, where is your pride.’ But we all know that life is not as simple as that. Everything was collapsing around me. A call then came in. It was Tanya. She knew where I was staying and had come to talk. At last, I thought. She has agreed to give up on Brian.
When Tanya appeared, she looked amazing. I had decided to shout her out but I somehow became mesmerised by her. She dressed in all of her new clothes, smelt of expensive perfume and exuded sexuality. I looked awful, dressed in sports gear that had not been washed for a week. Despite this, she said she still wanted me to come home with her but that Brian was off the agenda.
‘How will that work?’ I pleaded.
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘But somehow, if we are discrete, it can work. You will have to find a way and I will help.’
I think it was the huge hug she gave me again, which caused me to break down and accept her offer. I had no alternative other than to be jobless and broke. So being the disgrace I know I am, I returned home with Tanya.
All seemed well for a few weeks, mainly because Brian had taken a holiday – I later discovered that it was his idea to be out of the way and he acted considerately out of sympathy for me. When he returned home, tension rose again. Tanya’s visits to him recommenced, as we had discussed. This time, there was no pretence of delivering shopping. She would make herself up, dress up seductively and calmly walk around. Soon, she even stayed late into the night. I sat home waiting and went to kiss her as she came through the door.
‘Not such a good idea,’ she chuckled.
I smelt semen on her breath and noticed that he clothes were dishevelled.
‘Been a hard one,’ I said sarcastically.
Her eyebrow raised. ‘Yes, if you want to know,’ before adding, ‘Sorry.’
I do not know how I have coped but when Tanya returned late again one night, she seemed impatient and asked to talk. Normally, by then, I would ignore her until she had showered but this time she sat me down to speak. She said that things had to move on. Brian wanted more and so did she.
‘Are you leaving?’ I said in despair.
Laughing, she cocked her head upwards. ‘No, silly.’ She rubbed my brow and continued, ‘I think you know it couldn’t last for ever…our agreement, I mean. I have tried but now we both want full sex. I want Brian inside me.’
It was less of a question and more a statement. Though I had suspected he had moved to another level, I had trusted Tanya to tell me if things altered. She will argue that I had no proof and that she was keeping her word.
By now, I had hardened myself to the situation. Did it really matter what Brian did. Tanya and are were friends now, perhaps more than ever, oddly. Reluctantly I told her that I had anticipated this and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
A few nights later, Tanya made off for Brians’ in her usual garb. I went into the garden and noticed that his garden room light was shining out again. Not sure why but I decided to do my Peeping Tom act thinking that they must be in that room. I was right. From behind a large shrub, I watched. The room was dim but I could see them clearly. Tanya was again blowing Brian but this time there was no tell-tale shudder. She stood up, again naked but for stockings and heels. Brian lifted her, again belying his age, and sank her down onto his sofa. He parted her legs, lifting them high in the air and penetrated her. I was amazed at how well he sustained his energy though I suspect that Viagra was the source of his stamina. Eventually he turned her over and pulled Tanya off the sofa. She willing got on all fours. From where I observed, I could see her holes, proudly on display before Brian resumed position behind her. He struck a number of hard blows on her buttocks and then thrust his cock inside, almost lifting her up.
Brian rode Tanya like a wild a****l. He then pushed himself up using his muscular thighs and placed his feet further forward below Tanya’s hips. It was then that he showed me that he had been fucking her in the ass and not her cunt. I watched as her dark cunt was revealed and her hand wandered between her legs to her clitoris. It was cue for Brian to start thrusting again. Mercilessly, he pounded her once puckered hole, which had always been out of bounds for me. He pulled out. In a flash, Tanya whisked around on her knees and took up position before his cock. Brian’s back was turned slightly so, as Tanya looked forward, she stared straight at me. Nevertheless, she leaned forward and guided his cock into her willing mouth and sucked him to completion. Before Brian came, he slapped her face several times and then exploded, his arse cheeks moving rapidly as he pumped his semen deep inside her throat.
I continued to observe even though I thought Tanya had seen me. As Brian played with the end of his cock, wiping it on Tanya’s cheeks, she wanked her clit furiously and seemed to cum, judging by her jerks and twists. I even heard her cry out in ecstasy. What followed, haunts me. I had noticed that they’d been making out on a piece of plastic sheet laid on Brian’s floor, and I thought this odd. But now I know why. Brian twisted his hand around Tanya’s hair and held her head up. She opened her mouth, somewhat reluctantly and Brian pointed his half-erect cock at her face. He then released a jet of piss onto her lips and into her drooling mouth. To my disgust, she lapped it up like a cat drinking cream and even cleaned off his member. That was it for me. I dashed away and sat in my house trying to comprehend the nightmare I had just witnessed. Two weeks on, I know I have to make a decision. I have a new job, debt is still mountainous and I love Tanya more than ever. So what should I do?
Lockdown has been a trial for all of us but for me it has had sadder repercussions. My wife, Tanya, is very attractive with a slim figure, double D cup breasts and long blonde hair. She dresses very smartly but in a way that has a classy seductiveness to it. No one can believe that she is touching 50 and she gives some 20 year olds a run for their money. We have been happy together for over 20 years but like many couples, our bedtime activities are much reduced.
During the first UK lockdown, Tanya being Tanya, she got involved in helping out as many people as she could, and particularly our next-door neighbour, Brian, a widower of about 72. Brian has always had a bit of a thing for Tanya, often dropping saucy hints to her and frequently telling me that if he was 30 years younger he would give me a run for my money where she is concerned. All of this has always been brushed off in a light-hearted manner.
Throughout lockdown, Tanya shopped for Brian and a few neighbours. She would usually leave bags of groceries at their door and collect notes and money from them in an envelope, the next day. All has gone well to plan and Tanya has been seen as a bit of an angel in these last few months.
When lockdown ended, most of the neighbours started to do their own shopping but Tanya said she would continue with Brian’s because he was feeling a little agoraphobic having isolated for so many months. I was fine with this. However, I noticed that Tanya would now enter Brian’s house to deliver the groceries and one day I confronted her about this when she was quite late back. She explained that she helped him by putting the groceries away. I thought that this was a little over the top but still, went along with it.
Around this time, I noticed that Tanya was ordering lots of clothes online. Not the sort of stuff she normally wore. The dress lengths were much shorter than usual and she had purchased ankle boots, which she often professed not to like, and a pair of high heels with ankle straps fastened with a small tasteful padlock. None of this seemed in character. My suspicions were raised when one day I came home early and saw her just leaving for the supermarket with Brian’s order. She looked amazing, her hair up like Brigitte Bardot used to wear it, her cream top was off the shoulder, her dress very short but despite the fact it was a very sunny day she was wearing tan stockings. I also noticed that her bra was strapless, something I didn’t know she possessed, and she had on those high heels mentioned earlier. As I kissed her goodbye, I smelt that she was dowsed in perfume and saw that her eyes were perfectly made up.
I entered our house and sat brooding over a cup of tea but to me relief Tanya pulled up, popped the shopping to Brians’ and came home. So far so good, I thought. A couple of days later, I deliberately came home early and saw Tanya’s car on the drive. She was missing though. I sat at home and waited. When she came in, I noticed that she was very nervy and didn’t make eye contact with me. I asked her where she had been for the last three hours and she answered that she hadn’t been gone that long but that if I cared to check with Brian, he would confirm that she had been at his house.
‘What, putting shopping away for three hours.’
‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘What else could I have been doing? Look check with him if you don’t believe me!’
I realised that due to the position of his house, she could only have walked from Brian’s otherwise, she would have passed me in full view. OK, I thought; she had to have been at his place but why so long? It never entered my thoughts that she would be interested in a 72 year old, even a debonair one with a good sense of humour.
A week later, I left for work and saw Tanya talking to Brian in his garden. I obviously had not been expected by the looks on their faces but I walked towards her. As I tried to lean in and kiss her goodbye, she leaned away slightly and turned her head so I kissed her cheek. I saw Brian look at me as if I had assaulted her. I then drove around the block and parked up. After half an hour, I saw Tanya drive by and I made my way home on foot. She returned after an hour, not knowing I was observing her, and I saw her remove Brian’s shopping and proceed to his house. Once again, she was dressed to the nines, very seductively. I watched as she smiled when Brian came to the door, a smile I had not seen for some while. After three hours again, Tanya came home. Still not aware that I was there, she ran upstairs and immediately took a shower. I watched her mount the stairs, seeing her hair dishevelled and ladders running down her dark stockings. After the shower, she ran downstairs and oddly, only put her underwear in the washer. She then placed her stockings in the bin and gasped with shock when she saw me sat there, her face filled with guilt.
‘Been shopping for Brian…again!’ I said.
‘Oh god not this again,’ she replied.
‘You’ve taken another shower and are washing your underwear. Had a mishap?’
‘Yes,’ she said, confidentially. ‘I was having a sandwich with Brian and spilled some mayonnaise down me.’
I nearly choked with ironic laughter.
The following week, I was working away but came back one night earlier than expected. The house was empty. I rang Tanya’s mobile and on a pretence, asked if she could get my driver’s licence out of my office. She replied that she was at her mum’s and had to go. There was no ‘love you,’ as she used to end her calls. I left the house into our back garden and rang the mobile again. There was no answer but I heard it ring – in Brian’s house! It seemed to come from his rear facing garden room. I decided to confront them both but then thought I’d better do it surreptitiously, so I crept through his gates and into his rear garden. The lights in his garden room were dim but shone through his windows. I moved closer and there they were.
A chair was angled away from the window but I could tell from her hair lapping over the back and her leg hung over the arm, that it was Tanya sat there. Brian had his head in what I presumed was her groin. I watched as it bobbed up and down, saw Tanya’s hands appear on the chair arm and grip tightly. After a while, Brian stood up, still unaware I was there watching through the window, but from afar. He was naked and sported a huge hard cock that swung as he moved. For a 72 year old he had a great body.
As I continued to survey the scene, I saw Tanya stand. Her back was turned but I could see she was braless and butt naked except for her high-heeled ankle boots and holdup stockings. Brian clutched her and kissed her hard for what seemed an eternity. His hand then appeared on her shoulders and I could see him willing her down. Tanya sunk to her knees until her head was at his cock and then she let him penetrate her orally. For some while. I watched as he thrust into her mouth. She even sucked and licked his balls and when she started to masturbate him, it was too much to bear. I moved away, my mind in a whirl. I crossed over into my garden, I decided to leave and catch a hotel for the night.
I finally plucked the courage to return home the following day. Tanya seemed pleased to see me and cooked a meal. All seemed civil until I confronted her with what I saw the previous night. To her credit, she did not deny my allegations. On the one hand, I was devastated that she had done this but even more of a surprise was that she had chosen Brian to be unfaithful with. I asked what she saw in him and she described how it had come to this.
‘I always ignored his advances and took them lightly’, she explained. ‘When I started doing his shopping, at first I felt pity on him, and occasionally we would have a cup of tea and just chat. I got to know a different side to the lecherous old devil that we thought him to be. He is tender and funny and made my laugh. One day he confessed his affection for me but understood that at his age, he was acting absurd. I guess that’s where it started. I consoled him and wrapped my arms around him. Just one kiss planted on his cheek and I knew I had crossed the line. Every visit after that, it developed more until one day, we just kissed and fondled. It’s been a long time since we did that, Pete,’ she said to me. I agreed.
I asked how far they had progressed and surprised myself over how calm and god, I daren’t say this, sympathetic I was to my cheating wife. Tanya refused to comment but I insisted, stating that so far I had been understanding and tolerant. Again, she declined but I became angry and struck out at a nearby door. The noise shook her and she appealed for calmness. She said that they only practiced oral so far and she had masturbated him several times.
The mention of what Tanya had performed on Brian made me mad. I vowed to go around and beat him but then because of his age I realised that this could be fatal to him. I ran upstairs to contemplate my position. My mobile rang and instinctively I answered. It was Carl, my manager. I said that he had called at a bad time but he explained, after apologising, that there was an urgent meeting the next day and by way of a heads up, I should prepare for redundancy due to downturn in business following covid lockdown. I could hardly believe it. My head span. We had an enormous mortgage and a lifestyle we could only afford due to Tanya’s legacy, which her father paid her. In short, I was almost entirely reliant upon her, financially. This put a whole perspective of my dilemma. I had already vowed to divorce Tanya after her revelation that night but that would now leave me with no money, mountains of debt and a stark reality.
I went downstairs and told Tanya about what my manager had advised. She too was shocked but said that there was no problem because she could take care of us in perpetuity if necessary, ‘…and why don’t you retire early? You’ve always wanted to travel.’ I could not believe what I was hearing. Tanya suggested we had a future after all that I had discovered. She even hugged me and I felt her warm body like a complete relief. ‘But what about Brian?’ I asked.
‘Peter,’ she said, ‘You haven’t wanted me sexually for years. But me and you are like brother and sister…best friends. I love you but I need more. I need to be fulfilled.’
‘So you’ve no intention of relinquishing him?’
Tanya did not answer. I therefore, left the house and booked a hotel room. For the next few days, I attended meetings and absorbed the impact of breaking with her. Her income was untouchable. Our assets would have to be halved; a mountain of mortgage and car debt outweighed them all. I was fucked, completely. I know some guys reading this would say, ‘fuck it all, where is your pride.’ But we all know that life is not as simple as that. Everything was collapsing around me. A call then came in. It was Tanya. She knew where I was staying and had come to talk. At last, I thought. She has agreed to give up on Brian.
When Tanya appeared, she looked amazing. I had decided to shout her out but I somehow became mesmerised by her. She dressed in all of her new clothes, smelt of expensive perfume and exuded sexuality. I looked awful, dressed in sports gear that had not been washed for a week. Despite this, she said she still wanted me to come home with her but that Brian was off the agenda.
‘How will that work?’ I pleaded.
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘But somehow, if we are discrete, it can work. You will have to find a way and I will help.’
I think it was the huge hug she gave me again, which caused me to break down and accept her offer. I had no alternative other than to be jobless and broke. So being the disgrace I know I am, I returned home with Tanya.
All seemed well for a few weeks, mainly because Brian had taken a holiday – I later discovered that it was his idea to be out of the way and he acted considerately out of sympathy for me. When he returned home, tension rose again. Tanya’s visits to him recommenced, as we had discussed. This time, there was no pretence of delivering shopping. She would make herself up, dress up seductively and calmly walk around. Soon, she even stayed late into the night. I sat home waiting and went to kiss her as she came through the door.
‘Not such a good idea,’ she chuckled.
I smelt semen on her breath and noticed that he clothes were dishevelled.
‘Been a hard one,’ I said sarcastically.
Her eyebrow raised. ‘Yes, if you want to know,’ before adding, ‘Sorry.’
I do not know how I have coped but when Tanya returned late again one night, she seemed impatient and asked to talk. Normally, by then, I would ignore her until she had showered but this time she sat me down to speak. She said that things had to move on. Brian wanted more and so did she.
‘Are you leaving?’ I said in despair.
Laughing, she cocked her head upwards. ‘No, silly.’ She rubbed my brow and continued, ‘I think you know it couldn’t last for ever…our agreement, I mean. I have tried but now we both want full sex. I want Brian inside me.’
It was less of a question and more a statement. Though I had suspected he had moved to another level, I had trusted Tanya to tell me if things altered. She will argue that I had no proof and that she was keeping her word.
By now, I had hardened myself to the situation. Did it really matter what Brian did. Tanya and are were friends now, perhaps more than ever, oddly. Reluctantly I told her that I had anticipated this and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
A few nights later, Tanya made off for Brians’ in her usual garb. I went into the garden and noticed that his garden room light was shining out again. Not sure why but I decided to do my Peeping Tom act thinking that they must be in that room. I was right. From behind a large shrub, I watched. The room was dim but I could see them clearly. Tanya was again blowing Brian but this time there was no tell-tale shudder. She stood up, again naked but for stockings and heels. Brian lifted her, again belying his age, and sank her down onto his sofa. He parted her legs, lifting them high in the air and penetrated her. I was amazed at how well he sustained his energy though I suspect that Viagra was the source of his stamina. Eventually he turned her over and pulled Tanya off the sofa. She willing got on all fours. From where I observed, I could see her holes, proudly on display before Brian resumed position behind her. He struck a number of hard blows on her buttocks and then thrust his cock inside, almost lifting her up.
Brian rode Tanya like a wild a****l. He then pushed himself up using his muscular thighs and placed his feet further forward below Tanya’s hips. It was then that he showed me that he had been fucking her in the ass and not her cunt. I watched as her dark cunt was revealed and her hand wandered between her legs to her clitoris. It was cue for Brian to start thrusting again. Mercilessly, he pounded her once puckered hole, which had always been out of bounds for me. He pulled out. In a flash, Tanya whisked around on her knees and took up position before his cock. Brian’s back was turned slightly so, as Tanya looked forward, she stared straight at me. Nevertheless, she leaned forward and guided his cock into her willing mouth and sucked him to completion. Before Brian came, he slapped her face several times and then exploded, his arse cheeks moving rapidly as he pumped his semen deep inside her throat.
I continued to observe even though I thought Tanya had seen me. As Brian played with the end of his cock, wiping it on Tanya’s cheeks, she wanked her clit furiously and seemed to cum, judging by her jerks and twists. I even heard her cry out in ecstasy. What followed, haunts me. I had noticed that they’d been making out on a piece of plastic sheet laid on Brian’s floor, and I thought this odd. But now I know why. Brian twisted his hand around Tanya’s hair and held her head up. She opened her mouth, somewhat reluctantly and Brian pointed his half-erect cock at her face. He then released a jet of piss onto her lips and into her drooling mouth. To my disgust, she lapped it up like a cat drinking cream and even cleaned off his member. That was it for me. I dashed away and sat in my house trying to comprehend the nightmare I had just witnessed. Two weeks on, I know I have to make a decision. I have a new job, debt is still mountainous and I love Tanya more than ever. So what should I do?
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