Erotic
1 Feb 2016


MILF LOVING DAN

I married Claire 18 months ago after a whirlwind romance. I am 49 years old and she is just 42, a long, tall glass of blonde hair, long legs and sparkling teeth.

When we met Claire was just divorced from her ex, Duncan, she had been married 19 years and had been made to feel like a fool, like she was ugly and thoroughly unworthy of trust or real love.

From the age of 18 to 21 she had been a little bit of a wild child, touch of soft drugs, lots of alcohol and a dabble in sexual experimentation.

Ironically it was this girl that had attracted her husband to be, and sadly falling pregnant had led to an earlier than expected marriage. The next two decades were years of dominance by this control freak of a husband. She was not allowed out at weekends, she was accused of staring at men with filthy eyes and she was not allowed to wear dresses, skirts or too much make up.

Once her daughter went to University, Claire got the strength to stand up to him and forced through a divorce. On her second night out as a free woman we met by accident at a bar and within days had fallen head over heels in love.

I have, since we met, been able to get Claire to wear ever-racier clothes, smile at other men without feeling guilty and enjoy their attention. It is my goal to find the Claire that disappeared at the age of 21 when he slipped that wedding ring on her finger. The girl who had loved sex outdoors, the one who had several MMF late nights after being out dancing. I wanted that woman back and to be mine.

Soooo...when she told me that Daniel, the 23 year old boyfriend of her daughter, had held her a little tighter than necessary on a welcome hug the other evening, allowing her to feel him hardening against her thigh, it set my mind racing. I told Claire that she should see this as a confirmation of her beauty, She poo-pooed this as usual. I argued that he found her attractive and almost certainly fantasised about her.

Again she said too young to fancy me.

“I will prove it!”

“How?” she asked

“Leave it with me.” and so I got to work.

Dan works for a local gardener, he has his own van and works local to our village. I sat Claire down and explained my plan. It was fairly simple, a little spy-like, but easy to carry out.

We had taken down the Xmas tree and lights and boxed them all up ready to go into the loft. I told Claire to phone Dan, early morning and ask if he had a spare 20 minutes could he pop round and move the decorations up into the loft for her, tell him I was a useless lump and was forever putting things off. The plan would move on from that if he agreed to come round, which I suspected he would.

So about the 9th or 10th of Jan at about 9.20am she rang Dan. He answered quickly and agreed to come round, but not until 11am as he was on a job.

Claire got ready as agreed, shortish skirt, tightish T-shirt and no bra. Claire said it was unfair as this wasn’t how she would normally dress and he may suspect something, but, without too much argument, agreed.

Dan turned up and gave her another big hug, Claire said he either has a really large cock or is permanently hard, as she had felt it firm against her thigh again.

“Come on, I’ll put the kettle on.” she led him to the kitchen. The boxes lay in the middle of the room ready to go upstairs.

“I’ll make you a brew, you help me with these into the loft. I really appreciate it, Dan.”

“Not a problem Mrs T, I’ll do anything for a cuppa.”

She poured the tea into a pot and suggested they let it brew while they did the hard work. So Claire grabbed the smallest box and headed up the stairs just ahead of Dan, knowing that his eyes would be staring right up her short skirt at her thonged arse.

They plonked the boxes down and headed back down for the tree, again up the stairs my wife above, this time walking backwards and staring into Daniel’s eyes that flitted here, there and everywhere in an attempt not to look at her pussy.

Daniel brought down the ladders and let Claire climb up into the loft, she said she clambered very slowly letting Dan steady her leg at one point. The boxes were passed up, the tree eventually deposited safely away for another 10 months. While in the loft Claire told Dan she had received a text from me requesting a lift from the station.

“Dan, be a love, I’ll be 20 minutes, put the ladder away and lock the loft.”

“Okay, Mrs T.”

“Oh, can you be a sweetheart and bring down the dirty washing basket on my bed, please. Drop it in the kitchen.”

“Of course.” he declared, she gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek and danced down the stairs, tits bobbing gently.

Now, part 2 of the plan came into play. We have, like many other families, a small HD hand held camera, and with a little bit of camouflage hidden out of plain sight on top of the wardrobe.

We arrived back from the station, we sat and chatted for 5/10 minutes until Dan had to go back to work and waved him off. Then we ran like Billy-ho upstairs to retrieve the camera. I hooked it up to the bedroom television and pressed play.

We could just see Claire kiss Dan on the cheek before going downstairs, Dan, now thinking he was alone, grabbed his cock and wiggled it straight.

Then he wandered into the bedroom and stared out of the window at what we suspect was Claire’s departing car. Then he unzipped himself, we both gasped. One at how quickly and I think Claire at the size of his cock. He grabbed it and began opening drawers, he found Claire’s toy-box, he sniffed at he dildo and licked it, then he glanced at the dirty washing on the bed. I had made love to Claire that morning and deposited a substantial load which I insisted she mopped up with her knickers, black and lacy, that lay stained on the top of the dirty towels and socks in the basket. He grabbed at her smalls and forced them against his nose. His left hand was now gaining momentum on his large cock. Faster and faster, Dan now placed them in his mouth, sucking before wrapping them round his knob. He sat on the bed so his back was to us, which was frustrating for a minute before he lay back, pulled up his company T-shirt and spurted jet after jet of white cum onto his muscled stomach. He reached into the basket for a towel, wiped himself clean and sorted himself out.

Dan disappeared with the basket and we looked at each other.

“See…” I started.

“Fuck, I do think he fancies me!” Claire admitted and laughed. “Did you see the size of his cock?”

Before I could answer, Dan appeared on the television again. He pulled desperately at the drawers again, every so often he’d find something he liked, usually lacy, he lay it on the bed and with his phone, photographed it. My wifes sex toys, lingerie and two pair of high heels. He was high on her and wanted memories he could look at at a later date...and no doubt pull himself off again.

We made love a lot that afternoon, but the best bit was me just lay at her side, her pussy sticky with both our juices, I finger played and told her how excited I was at the thought I was married to one gorgeous and horny bitch. The sort of hotwife that 23 year old men wanked over. It’s been a few weeks and the best orgasm my Claire had was when I suggested it all be done again, this time maybe leaving photographs of Claire hidden in her toy drawer, her in lace, with toys in play and her long, long legs spread wide...no face shots...she is still shy. And it’s always handy to have a happy gardener in the family, you never know when he’ll cum in hand..(y).


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