In my more rational moments I am not particularly proud of the following events.At other times my recollection, many moons ago, still makes my cock stiffen. Now in my late fifties, forgive me if I dwell on past events with a little indulgence. I had been fucking my mate’s wife for some time. Clare was about 5ft 6ins, pale skinned, ginger/red hair, glasses, good legs, heavy, drooping, white tits with big nipples that had suckled three babies now near teenage kids. She was early 40’s and singularly stupid. She had a big arse but importantly she still had a waist that emphasised the beauty of her sizeable rump and boy when she walked could you see those prominent, plump cheeks swing. She also had the hairiest fanny I have ever seen. Her husband Derek was quite, frankly, a fat slob. On permanent sick leave because of a bad back, his obsession was doing up old cars and his favourite pastime was taking the piss out of his wife in company. Her ego was low and she was ripe for a good shagging. It started in the local pub. I was with my new girlfriend, Derek and Clare. We had known eachother for quite some time and the chat was easy. On our way out I walked in the dark to the car alongside Clare. My girlfriend and Derek were hovering by the pub doorway talking to mutual friends. Emboldened by a good few pints as I walked I put my hand on Clare big arse and gave her left cheek a good, firm squeeze. She said if Derek had seen me do that he would kill me. Significantly she had not told me to stop. We got to the pub car park and waited by the car door for the others to catch up. I started talking dirty to her, telling her she made my cock go hard. I pushed her back against the car door and leaned against her. I could smell her perfume. My hand went inside her jacket and I grabbed a handful of tit. Underneath her blouse, beneath her bra, I could feel the warmth and weight of her titflesh and the hard button of her nipple. She told me to stop so I squeezed harder. There was no one near. I purposely dropped my house keys. I bent down to pick them up and from knee height pushed her skirt up to her waist. Shocked, she grabbed the hem and tried to shove it down. I held it firm and pushed my face into her gusset. She jammed her big thighs, covered in tights, together but I had a good sniff of her fanny. I stood up smiling and she pulled her dress down. ‘God I love the smell of cunt. Is Derek going to give you a good fucking tonight?’ I wanted to be crude and I knew by the way she turned her head away the chance of a fuck was zilch. The masterstroke. I held her hand for a brief moment and said gently how much I wanted her. She seemed to melt a little. I got the impression her private life was emotionally bereft. The girlfriend drove. It was a two-door car and Derek’s back could not make it to the rear seat so I sat with Clare in the dark. My hand slid up her skirt. It naturally rode up her legs and I pushed her thighs as far apart as the material would allow. I massaged her fanny with the palm of my hand through her tights. She squirmed and I could feel the fabric moisten. With a little impatience I placed her hand on my leg and she nervously began to massage my prick through my jeans. It got no further than that and as we drove to their front door I withdrew my hand and deliberately put it to my nose and smelt her deep, personal smell. She silently punched my leg in embarrassment. Full of the promise of illicit sex I drove my mini past the bus stop at 8.10 a.m. the next morning. I knew Clare would by there. I stopped, wound the window down and asked if she wanted a lift. She climbed in and I noted how her wide, black, pleated skirt rose. She pulled it down primly. As we drove I looked sideways at her. Big glasses, pale pink lipstick, combed but unstyled shoulder length hair, frumpy skirt, flat heeled shoes. Then I thought of last night. Her big powerful arse. God did I wanted to get close to that forbidden, smelly region. ‘Show me your knickers’I asked as I drove. She refused. I reminded her of the night before. How she let me stroke her damp crotch. She said she’d had too many drinks ‘Look Clare, all your married life you have been a good, loving respectable mother bringing up three kids. For fuck sake try being a slut for once. You were up for it last night. Try flaunting yourself. Be a bitch, a tart anything than bloody respectable. I’m not after your love, your marriage. I don’t want to be your husband. I just have a desperate urge to fuck you. For God’s sake I fancy you’ I think the rather blunt flattery worked. Clare asked what would my girlfriend say if she knew. I said she wouldn’t find out and she didn’t complain last night when I shoved her on the armchair in my flat, pealed off her panties and pushed my rampant prick ,the one that Clare had made rigid in the car, deep into her cunt. For some reason she reacted. It was Clare’s erection going into another woman’s fanny. Was it jealousy, envy,? As we drove I asked her again. She inched the skirt up to show a teasing bit of leg. ‘For fuck sake woman’ I said in exasperation and with my left hand yanked her skirt up to the top exposing the darkened crotch area of her tights. Oh bliss! Through the tights you could see her patterned white knickers that were so tight against her cunt lips there were sprouts of flattened, ginger, pubic hair escaping from the sides. Wisps of her pubes were growing down the inside of her fleshy thighs. ‘Well did he fuck your cunt last night?’ I asked quietly. ‘Did he shove his cock into that?’ I said as I rubbed her mound. A cunt like yours deserved a good fucking.’ She said nothing. I grabbed a handful of her thigh flesh next to her gusset and squeezed hard. She yelped and pushed my hand away and pulled her skirt down aware of passing cars. ‘Feel my cock’ I demanded and with slightly more enthusiasm than the night before, her hand snaked over and rubbed my swollen cock beneath my suit trousers. ‘You’re a bit of a dirty bitch aren’t you Clare? You know I am going to fuck you. Sod your old man, I’m going to spread you fucking thighs wide open and you’re going to beg me to put my knob into that fanny of yours. Aren’t you?. She didn’t reply. ‘Aren’t you’ I repeated firmly and not quite in control of the situation she said a quiet yes. My heart was thumping. What if she changed her mind? I had made all the moves. Not subtle but on the other hand she had hardly put up much resistance. It was daylight. Daily work ahead. No drink, like last night to weaken her resolve. I made up my mind as I drove into the multi storey. As I went to the cold, empty top level I told Clare she was going to kiss me. I wanted the dirtiest kiss she could give me. ‘ Can you do that’ I said as a challenge. She kept her mouth shut.Moments later I parked the car in a bay and turned to her. She leaned over, pushed her mouth against mine and shoved her tongue into the back of my mouth. I sucked her big, pink, hungry tongue loaded with a glob of her silky spit and swallowed. As she slobbered into my mouth she grabbed my hard cock and began to seriously wank me beneath my trousers. She pulled away breathlessly and gripping my prick. She pulled her skirt to her waste, opened her big thighs exposing her mound. ‘ Is this what you want?’ she said. ‘ You going to rip my tights off and shove your cock in there’ she said rubbing four fingers against her tight clad cunt. Encouraged by her foul words I said ‘Very soon you cock hungry whore’. With a dirty smile she said:’Come on then’ I quickly opened my car door, got out, walked round the back to her door. She thought I was going to be a gentleman and open it for her. On the way to her door I undid my flies and pulled out my rampant cock. Her cunt could wait. I yanked her door open. A mini is a low car and the height was perfect. As she saw my hard, wagging prick sticking obscenely from my dark suit I pushed the angry purple knob head to her face. Startled, her head went back and it brushed her cheek and glasses. As I grabbed a handful of her ginger hair her hand came up and levelled the shaft. She looked around but there was no one and this was happening long before CCTV. My knob pushed against her lipstick lips. She opened her mouth to say something. Before words came out I roughly pushed it in, yanking her head towards me and suddenly my cock was engulfed in her warm, wet, mouth. I made her cheeks swell and bulge and her glasses slid down her nose. I told her to open her legs, she swivelled round and half out the car opened her knees wide. She pulled her skirt right up for me to gaze down as she exposed her white knickered crotch. She looked obscene and I loved it. It was an ungainly pose and all the more horny. I bucked and fucked her face furiously until within 30 seconds I gushed my load. Her head jerked back. She obviously didn’t swallow. A second jet splashed her glasses. I pulled her hair to my cock and wrapped a handful over it to take the last few spurts. I had done it. She couldn’t exactly change her mind now. She couldn’t go all coy and proper with a mouthful of my cum dribbling down her chin and matting her hair. A few hours later I phoned her at her office. She was a part time lawyer’s secretary. I felt the need to tell her what a dirty, fucking whore she was and how she made my cock go hard. She was embarrassed and went into a fluster. I asked her to tell me over the phone that she wanted me to lick her dirty arsehole. She went quiet. I could hear voices in the background. Suddenly she mumbled: ‘Kiss my arse’ which was as good as I would get. I asked if she could finish work early. She said she could get away but she had shopping to do. She could meet me at my flat at 4pm which would give us an hour before she was due home to make the tea for her old man and kids.. I answered the door. She was still in the same clothes as this morning. If anything she looked more frumpy than before. She had come by bus and had not had time to touch up her make up. She had two plastic carrier bags of shopping. She came in and left the shopping in the hall. I took her coat. She was standing rather nervously in the lounge. Her white blouse was open at the neck, her black pleated three quarter length skirt was of some cheap man made material. I asked her to go to the window and look onto the street. She obeyed. Standing silently I told her to lift up her skirt and show me her big backside. She gathered up the quite wide skirt and hitched it to her waste..Jesus what an arse! Big, high cheeked, powerful, well-rounded and encased in tan tights and large knickers. ‘Pull your tights down.’ Still facing the window she bent forward and eased the tights over her curvy hips. Slowly more and more of those big white buttocks came into view. Not a dimple, mole or blemish in sight As the tights got to her ankles I could see as she bent over, delicate sprouts of fanny hair spreading up her considerable crack. The room wasn’t cold but goose pimples spread unflatteringly over her lardy bum. Her calves were the palest pink, and in need of a shave. Stepping out of her tights with her skirt still high I told her to ease her cheeks apart. One hand holding her skirt, she pulled a big bum cheek across to reveal her anus. ‘Now Clare, tell me to kiss you dirty little shithole. Tell me to lick it’. With more authority than I expected she said just that. ‘Come and lick my arsehole you dirty bastard’.My cock jerked harder. I walked over with my knees shaking. I got onto my knees. I placed my hands on both her bum cheeks. They were warm and heavy and my thumbs sank into the great expanse of soft, un-exercised flesh. I eased both cheeks apart to be confronted with a tickle of ginger cunt hair clustered around her dark pink, crinkled arsehole. I gently bit her bumflesh then pushed my face into her crack. The smell was so wonderful I almost fainted. It was a rich, dark, dirty smell that only a hard, lust filled pervert’s cock could appreciate, and she whimpered as my tongue pushed into her puckered little hole. It was followed by a bigger lick starting at the base of her bum and travelled to the small of her back pausing briefly to rasp my tongue over her shithole making it wet and juicy. I stood up and walked to the centre of the room and told her to turn around and come to me. Barefooted and still holding her skirt at the waste she walked towards me and stood in front of me. I unzipped my flies and took out my thick average sized, rampant cock.She began to wank me slowly. I undid the buttons of her blouse to reveal a large matronly white bra. Her tits bulged in the confines that seemed to press the flesh flat to her chest. Removing her blouse she obliged by undoing the clasp at the back and two mountains of white, soft flesh flopped to her belly, nipples big and red as raspberries. Removing her skirt she stood naked. Not a pretty sight. She still had her glasses on. She was not fat but her belly was swollen and stretched from childbirth, her hips flared invitingly, her ginger cunt hair spread almost to her belly button, her tits hung like full sacks of flesh. She looked awkward and shy which sadly made me feel powerful. But she was a dream. The respectable Mrs. Carroll was now in my living room a full figured slut of a bitch with a dirty kiss, a smelly arse, a twat that reeked of a day’s pissing and a shocking, delightful willingness to have a shag behind her husband’s back. Sex comes in many forms but this was a lust born out of a nastiness that I am now ashamed of. I asked her to lie on the couch and spread. She still hadn’t removed her glasses which confused me a bit. I lifted a sagging tits and sucked a rough, well chewed, raspberry nipple. She approved and stroked my hair. I knelt on the carpet, spread her big thighs and snuggled my face into her smelly shag pile. So help me it took 10 seconds for me to part that thickness of hair and expose her rubbery cunt lips. Her sticky wetness turned the pubes closest to her quim to a dark almost black colour. Once there I lapped like a puppy dog while my hands grabbed folds of her belly. Occasionally I felt and squeezed her hand. And then it happened. Her silent acceptance of my fast, flicking tongue gave way to a grunt, and a little exclamation. Her big hips rose off the settee and she started bucking. My head rose and fell as I tried to keep the rhythm. Her sopping cunt covered my face with wet. She came with an unfeminine snort and grunt and a heavy push with her hand that forced my head away from her throbbing clit. She was gasping and her body shook with little shudders. Without waiting, I rose to the sofa and pushed my cock into her cunt. She gave a sharp intake of breath as it immediately went to the hilt. Four or five thrusts later I could hardly feel a thing. Bearing three kids had spread her vagina and my prick slid into her slimy fanny with little friction. I went into the press up position and used the base of my prick to rub hard against her clit in circular motions. It worked. She gripped my arms and was breathing heavily, eyes wide, mouth open, occasionally a quick lick of her lips. After three minutes I lay heavily upon her, my thrusts slow and deliberate. I lifted her arms above her head and licked armpits that tasted of the day’s stale sweat. My weight on my elbows both hands reached under her heavy arse and cruelly squeezed both cheeks hard, my fingers digging deep into her bumflesh. I felt for her shit hole. As I fucked uselessly I thought- into her gaping wet slit, my index finger pushed into her tight, dirty hole. ‘ ‘You dirty little fucker,’she hissed. ‘ Go one then. Shove it in deeper, deeper.’ I rammed my finger up her arse to the knuckle and twisted it, rubbing the walls of her anus. She began to come violently. ‘ You fucking bastard. Hurt me, hurt me’. Her face twisted, she shook her head hard and her glasses slid. I went into a fucking frenzy. A final exhausted thrust and I pumped a heavy load of spunk into her hairy cave. For about twenty seconds we hugged eachother and I felt an emotional pang that almost bordered on tenderness. It was soon dismissed. For some months we shagged ourselves stupid. She secretly bought suspenders and stocking, a different bra, and crotchless tights. Her language became as foul as mine and she became a lot more confident, flaunting her nakedness shamelessly. She became proud of her buttocks and meeting me in town would wear tight skirts and swung her arse cheeks driving me and any other bloke watching insane. The end was sad. I went round to her house to retrive some LP’s I had lent Derek some weeks back. He was in the drive, head under a car bonnet. He told me to go into the house and find them. He had stacked them on a shelf. I went in and though it was about 11am Clare was still in her Winceyette nightie and a nauseous blue quilted housecoat and furry slippers. No make up. Hair tousled. She was ironing the kid’s clothes.She looked self- conscious and as I walked in the kitchen she tried to smooth her hair down. I went round behind her and grabbed both braless tits and squeezed. ‘ Not here, not here’ said insisted but I took no notice and kissed the side of her neck. She allowed me to fondle and fuss her then told me to stop. We were the only ones in the house. Come upstairs, I said. She refused,. I playfully hooked a finger over the v neck of her nightie and pulled. We both heard a few stitches go. ‘Go away’ she said but the snapping of the stitches excited me. I pulled harder and it ripped down the front. She looked down at the tear. It was big enough to expose her cleavage ‘You can’t iron like that can you. Not if you old man comes in. Upstairs now.’With one hand was trying to pull the fabric together she bent down and switched off the iron and walked to the stairs. I followed behind. In the hall I reached out behind her and removed her housecoat. As she moved away I put me arms around to the front pulled hard and ripped the remaining nightie virtually to her belly. I pulled it off her shoulders and she stepped out of the tattered remains. I watched as she walked upstairs naked except for her daft slippers, lusting as she deliberately swung her big, smooth arse cheeks inches from my face. At the top of the stairs her whoring instinct abandoned her and fear returned.. She rounded on me saying it was madness. I grabbed one of her heavy tits, lifted it and I bent to suckle her nipple. My other hand reached between her legs and slipped two fingers easily into her slit and rubbed her clit. She melted there and then. ‘ You bastard you must be mad. He’ll kill you’. I pushed her into their double bedroom and pulled her in front of the dressing mirror. I stood behind her and forced her to watch as I kneaded, pulled and twisted her big sagging tits.My hand went to her belly grabbing at folds of flesh and gently tugged a handful of her pubes. She twisted her body rubbing her bum against the rough cloth of my jeans. She was getting turned on. She turned and kissed me. It was an urgent, long, hard, open mouthed, wet kiss. Her tongue went wild, hands to the back of my head, I felt I was being smothered. Her legs were apart and she thrust her naked, hairy cunt at my thigh leaving a dark patch. I obliged by grabbing two handfuls of her big, rude arse. She was panting and said: ‘ A quicky. Make it a quicky’.I looked out of the window and down to the driveway. Through the net curtains I could see Derek working on a clapped out Capri. I guided Clare to the window. ‘There’s you old man. As long as you can see him there we can fuck as long as you want.’ She stood still and looked at her husband down on the driveway. I knelt down in front of her and began licking her gorgeous fanny. Still looking at Derek she casually lifted her leg onto the dressing chair to give me better access to her clit. Both her hands slid between her legs and she pulled opened her fanny folds so I could tongue her properly. It excited us both, having me lick her fat cunt while she looked down at her husband. Her hips gently pushed into my face ands she was pulling hard on her nipples. ‘Fuck me’ she said. ‘Bend me over and fuck me’ I rose and obeyed. Her hands were on the windowsill for support as I slid my hand to her thick pubes and parted them with my fingers. I slid my cock between the oily folds of her labia. Working up a good rhythm she began panting as if ready to come. It wasn’t my prick it was the delicious nastiness of the situation. ‘ Fuck me harder.’she hissed. ‘Hurt me you bastard. Fuck me till I am sore. Spunk in me, use me like a whore in his bedroom. Go on you little fucker, hurt me.’ I was slamming into her, watching the arse flesh judder I nastily whispered:’ Love, honour and obey, Mrs Carroll. You don’t give a toss do you, you adulterous bitch.’ I landed the hardest slap onto her big fat arse leaving an instant angry, red imprint. She yelped and gyrated her hips wanting more. I didn’t have any more.In desperation I looked at the dresser. I reached for an open tub of Ponds face cream. Pulling out, I dabbed the head of my shiny wet cock into the thick white cream. I chucked the tub onto the bed then pushing her head down almost to the windowsill and spreading her arse cheeks I guided my cooled, thick creamed knob head to her vulnerable little arsehole. She went silent as I began the first push. As always at the first thrust she resisted.. ‘Relax’ I said. ‘Think of having a piss.’ I pushed and slowly her anus stretched. She grunted as my knob head disappeared into her anal passage. She gave a little laugh of satisfaction.’ You like that don’t you- you fucking dirty bitch. You like it up the shitter. Your husband is down there and I am in his bedroom with my cock up the arse of his missus. Do you think he knows his respectable wife is being arsefucked - you cheating slut’ ‘Ram it up me. Go on you fucking wimp’ she said through clenched teeth. I grabbed her hips and with lust bordering on sadism I slammed into her arse again and again, her heavy white tits swinging like great udders.She cried out. Was it pain or lust? I didn’t care. But she didn’t tell me to stop. I looked down fascinated as my shaft disappeared between her stretched anus. As it re-appeared it was turning from pink to light orange. Again and again I rammed it up her feeling her muscles contract. My shaft turned a darker orange with streaks of brown. I was fucking the shit out of her. Without warning she began to shout at the window pane:’ Look up at me you bastard. Look what your wife’s doing. I’m being fucked up the arse by your mate. Up here you fucking sod. Come on you useless cunt. See your mate giving me a good fucking. I want his spunk up me-not yours’ It wasn’t loud enough, thank God, to make him take notice but Clare was almost hysterical her voice going high pitched. ‘ You useless bastard I don’t fucking want you. I am a slut. I’ll fuck anybody but you- you fat bastard.’ I was beginning to sweat with nervous excitement, physical effort and the desperate need not to shoot my load. Clare’s hand was between her legs and she was furiously frigging herself.That was it. I began slamming into her, not caring if I split her anal passage in two. I could smell my cock. I slapped her hard on both cheeks making a wonderful cracking sound. She yelped and looked round at me through those stupid glasses. There were tears running down her cheeks. I didn’t care. I jerked into her for the last time and shot my load.She was still frigging herself- frantically needing to come. I took out my stinking cock and wiped it on her ripped nightie. I left the room with Clare naked, legs apart, big, red slapped arse on display, bent by the windowsill shoving two useless fingers into her cunt and sobbing. It was time to leave for good. A year later I married my girlfriend, bought a house and moved away. We lost touch with Derek and Clare. As far as I know they are still together.