If there are three words a woman does not want to hear when she is having sex, those are they, usually. We had enjoyed a long, stable if unexciting marriage. No hiccups nor disasters just a gentle jogging along together. Our only daughter took a year out to see the world before Uni, one became three. She met the son of a New Zealand sheep farmer in Thailand, nice lad, and quickly got very pregnant. Two became four. We went out to meet our grandchildren and attend the wedding some years ago. Apart from our own wedding and the birth of our daughter that was the biggest event in our marriage to date. That statement has just been revised! I've always worked even though it wasn't really necessary. A good job and a good salary. It allowed me to indulge in my two main passions, cars and the company of men. I wasn't a flirt, that is I didn't think I was a flirt. I definitely wasn't a prick tease either. I didn't need that, my husband kept me very satisfied and as you shall come to learn, I have a very high benchmark. No, I just preferred the company of men, we talked about different things, babies, diets and the latest fashions never featured in the conversations nor did sex actually or not that I noticed. It was cars and cricket mainly while I was in the group at least. I returned to work as soon as I could with my daughter at my mothers, a nursery or school. It didn't seem to do her any harm. Sex had been very good but with the arrival of our daughter it sort of dwindled off, it probably started about the time she was big enough to wander into the bedroom unannounced. What used to be our adventure playground gradually became the place were we pecked each other on the cheek, read for a while then slept. I don't think either of us really noticed, it just happened. My husband has a good job, we have a nice house and when I was offered retirement by way of redundancy with a good package I took it. I set about getting the house as I wanted it, neat, tidy and decorated. It kept me busy and I was happy at home but with my daughter on the other side of the world my husband worried that I'd start suffering from empty nest syndrome and started to ring me twice a day to check that I was OK. He rang at odd times, when he had a spare moment so I couldn't plan to do anything. I missed calls of course when I was in the garden or shopping but then he just kept calling until I picked up. It got to be bloody annoying after a while and I told him so. He looked hurt, only being the caring husband he said. We agreed on one call at lunchtime. At least that gave me mornings and afternoons free. It's not that I wanted to do anything special I just needed to be able to get on without constantly watching the clock. Rant over! I'd walked into town, just for the exercise. My husband was still as trim as he was at our wedding without any real effort. I had to work a little harder but could still get into my wedding dress although my boobs would be on show a little more than would be considered acceptable in polite society. I liked the look but it was academic, nobody saw me trying it on now and then, just to check. I was just enjoying a coffee at my regular resting place, a little coffee shop down the lane behind the church, when I heard my name called. I turned. “Ruth? It is you! I thought it was. May I join you?” Ray, an old boyfriend. The only boyfriend that had fucked me and made me cum first time and every time thereafter. “Ray! Good to see you. You haven't changed a bit!” he hadn't nor had the effect he had on me. Just seeing him made me tingle all over and I swear he'd made my knickers wet, just like the old days. I shuffled over making room beside me even though there was space on the other side of the table. He sat down and kissed my cheek. “God Ruth, you still look very fuckable,” he whispered in my ear sending shivers of delight down my spine to my pussy. He had made my knickers wet! He certainly hadn't changed one bit! “So do you,” I replied happily, “how long was it?” He thought for a moment “Couple of hours? Maybe less,” he said totally straight-faced. I slapped him high on the thigh, “That's not what I meant and you know it.” I told him but he was right. Probably less than two hours from the first occasion when he told me I was very fuckable to when I proved he was correct. I didn't move my hand either. It was less than a couple of inches from his cock and his cock and I had been very good friends for a couple of years. A few previous boyfriends had fucked me a few times. I'd enjoyed it but they didn't make the earth move for me. Didn't stop me going back for more though. I wasn't what you'd call easy but I didn't take a lot of persuading. When I met Ray there was an instant bonding, fairy-moans all over. He came right out with it. “Shit you look fuckable, babe!” He then spent five minutes convincing me I needed his cock. His Dad had taken little brother to a football match and we spent the next hour or so hanging around town until his Mum went for her hair appointment. He took me home, up to his bedroom, stripped me and fucked me hard for a couple of hours. When his Mum came home with a nice new perm we were cuddled up on the settee watching TV and drinking tea. Like I said he made me cum and cum and cum. Every time! I couldn't get enough of him, his fingers, his tongue and most of all his cock. OK. Maybe I was a little easy, but who cares? We used to set ourselves challenges, the main one was to fuck in every room, including the loo, in both our houses. His wasn't too much of a challenge. Little brother was at school, Mum worked part-time, Dad worked full-time. Saturday was football, shopping or hairdo and Sunday was a day trip somewhere. Ray was too old to tag along so stayed home. And fucked me. My home was totally different. Dad had a good job, Mum didn't work but kept the place all spic-n-span. She went shopping obviously but she had a car so that didn't take her very long. She also had her hair done now and then. Weekends were mostly spent in the garden and very occasionally they'd visit a garden or Nation Trust property, when I was expected to accompany them. My house was a challenge and it had more rooms. We could easily have fucked in every room in Ray's house in one Saturday afternoon but that wouldn't be a challenge. We had great fun laying down some rules, we were in his parent's bed at the time resting after a good fuck. One room one session no matter how long. Only one counting session per day. That ruled out a morning fuck another in the afternoon and a last while we baby sat his brother. The last rule was the hardest, neatest and most satisfying, counting sessions had to be in alternate houses. Of course none of this stopped us fucking whenever we could, that would have been silly. My house was a whole heap harder as you can imagine. Ray was made welcome by my parents, he was reasonably good looking, shy(?) that's what they believed anyway and polite. Just what they wanted for their little girl but they seldom left us home alone. I had to be ready, at all times just in case they gave us a moment. That could even be them pottering at the end of the garden or cutting the lawn. Ray's had me over the kitchen sink while I watched my parents at the end of the garden more than once. He wasn't allowed in my bedroom, it just wasn't done! When Ray was around I didn't wear jeans, trousers or tights. Knickers were loose around my thighs or came off as soon as possible if I was at home otherwise they lived in my pocket or handbag. Always being prepared had other advantages, I was always wet and ready and on the verge. Ray played his part with an artful stroke or hand nonchalantly placed and if there was the slightest chance of slipping his hand up my skirt he took it, as far as possible. “Oh,” he said “You mean how long is it?” “Yes, you know I do.” I told him. He's such a tease. “Last time I looked, about the same it's always been,” he said nonchalantly “and with your hand there it'll soon be ready for action.” What could I do? What could I say? With some guys I am just plain easy! “Your place or mine?” “My third wife's lawyer pretty much cleaned me out so there'll probably be more rooms in yours,” he said then added, “it will also be more risky. I'm not married, you are.” I smiled at that. Taking risks, getting the extra buzz. “I walked into town, you up to a two mile walk?” “My car's on the roof of the multi-storey,” was his reply. Even before the lift doors closed he was running his hand over my bum. “You're wearing knickers!” he accused. “I wasn't expecting to meet you,” I said simply. He looked up at the camera in the lift ceiling. “You can take them off when we get to the car.” The roof car-park wasn't very busy. Over in the far corner crouched a long, low, sexy Jaguar 5 litre F Type Coupé. He steered me towards it. My second thought was that her lawyer hadn't done a very good job, it was new but the primary thought was that the old love of my life was gonna fuck me! The passenger side was nearer the wall, he led me to it and politely held the door open. I lifted my skirt smoothly, slid my knickers down, passed them to him and sat on the seat. These sexy cars make you sit sideways then swing one leg at a time into the foot-well. I did, slowly. Ray watched appreciatively. “Better remove your bra before we leave the car-park.” he instructed. It wasn't as easy as my knickers but I'd nearly finished doing up my blouse buttons by the time we reached the pay desk. He promised to drive a little faster next time. As we drove his hand rested between my thighs, fingers stroking between my pussy lips. I slid down in the seat to make it easier and reached over to unzip him but it took very few minutes for the short journey so that was as far as I got. When we pulled into the driveway my keys were already in my hand. I waited until he opened my door then flashed everything for him as I climbed out. As soon as the front door closed I was all over him. His hand went for the button on my skirt. My hand went for the clip on his trousers. As I pushed his trousers and pants down so he pushed my skirt over my hips and let it fall. I was against the hallway wall, his cock in my hand and my legs apart. He stood between them and I guided the cock to the right place. We had done it so many times in the past it was instinctive. He pushed, I thrust to meet him and cock drove into its rightful place. Deep inside my wet, welcoming cunt. We fucked. Within a minute I was screaming out my first major climax in a very long time. Ray didn't even slow just kept driving into me. The second started before the first completed and I rolled from one to another. Then the phone rang! I ignored it, Ray kept up a steady rhythm. The phone continued to ring. Ray kept sliding his cock back and forth. I was gasping for air and tried to ignore the phone. “You expecting a call?” he asked. “It's my husband, always rings at this time to check I'm OK,” I explained. “Better answer it then or he'll wonder why?” “Take your cock out then!” “No way! Enjoy the thrill.” he picked up the phone, pressed the 'Answer' button and passed it to me. I was still panting and Ray was still sliding his cock back and forth inside my cunt. I was on the verge again. “You OK? You sound out of breath.” enquired my husband. “Yes, fine,” I gasped out. “I was on the loo, didn't even have time to pull my knickers up, just kicked them off.” Why oh why did I tell him I had no knickers on? Just that I was on the loo would have been more than enough. Ray looked delighted with my excuse and thrust harder into me. I gasped again and fought back the need to cum. “You sure you're OK?” “Yes, yes, fine. I just need to errr?” “Yes, of course, sorry, I'll let you get on. Love you, bye.” “Me too, bye.” Ray took the phone, pushed the 'end call' and shoved his cock hard and fast into me. I came instantly and loudly. “You bastard!” I mumbled once I got my wits back. “Yeah! Don't you just love it?” I took him up to bed where we spent the next two hours fucking like teenagers again. The bed was a mess! Damp patches everywhere and some were definitely going to stain if I let them dry. The pillow Ray put under my bum was wet and the case was in a terrible state. No way could I explain how that happened. Everything went in the wash. I hoped 'Quick Wash' was going to be enough and it could all go in the dryer after. I cleaned the en suite so there was no trace of it being used. Fresh towels everything. I was in the kitchen fixing dinner when my husband arrived at his usual time. Mentally I'd gone over everything a dozen times and checked all looked 'OK' as often. The pad I had put in my knickers to mop up anything that hadn't been washed out when we showered had been changed three times and all three were now at the bottom of the kitchen bin. My knickers were at the bottom of the laundry basket and the replacements were the same style and colour. I'd done everything possible, I hoped. I was buzzing with excitement. Would I get away with it? “Darling, I'm home,” he called from the hallway. “I'm in the kitchen, My love.” “Have you put your panties back on?” he asked as he walked in. “Yes.” “Pity, I've been thinking of you walking around sans panties all afternoon. Let me help you out of them!” he said stepping forward. Panic! I'd still got a pad in there, just in case. “No, I'll do it.” I said calmly, “I'll go up to the loo and leave them on the floor for you to find later.” I suggested. Fortunately he liked that idea. All evening he couldn't keep his hands off me. I didn't mind a bit. It had been a very long time since he paid me so much attention and Ray had really warmed me up. When he found his way up my skirt and discovered I was wet and swollen he was delighted. “So, you like being sans panties eh?” he said gleefully. “Well I like you that way as well. Shall we have an early night?” We did. He was even more delighted to find I was still soaking. His cock slipped in easily. We made love for what seemed like hours. I didn't need to fake one orgasm but then I never had had to with my husband. When he put his mind to it he was a great lover. We totally wrecked the bed, again! My husband went to work the following morning a happy man. I went about my day very happily sans panties at my husbands request.