It was almost six weeks before I got to see Janice again, but we had a great make up session the afternoon I did. I had call around to see her when I had a customer cancel on me. As I got there I could tell that she was pleased to see me, as after making me a cup of tea, she went straight up stairs to get ready and would be back down in no time, she said.

Janice was back in the room before I had finished my drink. She made up her face and had changed from wearing jeans and t-shirt to black stockings high heels a short red skirt and white top. She lifted up first her top and then her skirt just to show me that she was not wearing any underwear, other than her suspender belt.

She then came over and sat on my knee, with her arm around my neck. I slide my hand up her stocking covered thigh, to feel her pussy. Her legs opened to allow me easy access and I pressed my middle finger straight into her wet hole, easing it in and out. “You can not imagine the times I have used my liberator, thinking about the knee trembler in the bogs at the party.” She said. “You dirty cow.”  I replied. “Let’s go up stairs and you can show me” I went on. “Sod that you can fuck me.” Was her immediate answer.

That’s exactly what I was doing ten minuets after entering her bedroom she was on her knees, with my jeans and undies around my ankles and my cock in her mouth. Too much of that was going to spell disaster though and so I put my hands under her arms and lifted her up to lay back on the bed. I wrapped her nylon covered thighs around my waist and she guided me into her warm wet hole.

My favourite that afternoon had been with us both laid on our sides, facing each other, with her legs around my waist then just as I was getting a good rhythm going Janice lifted her legs over my shoulders. It was a bit like giving her a backshot from the front, the angle meant that there was a lot of friction on her G spot and had her coming almost constantly for the next ten minutes, before I could hold back no longer and with a groan came in her.

I had to leave too soon after, but half term was coming up and Anne, my wife was taking the kids to her mother’s again for a few days. We arranged that I would stay two nights this time as Jonathan, her son, would be with his dad. I could barely wait the two weeks until then. Janice had promised to play the tart all the time that I was there. This was going to be good if I could live up to it.

Getting to Janice’s house on the Saturday lunch, I was so excited that I was walking on three legs. True to her word Janice was dressed like a two-pound hooker, piled on make up frizzed out hair, short skirt tight blouse and fishnet stockings, with stilettos.

As I walked in she threw herself on me and our tongues were beating against each other, I took the opportunity to cop a feel at her boobs, she was not wearing a bra. After making me a drink she knelt in front of me to front of me to free my bulging cock from its confines, before sucking on it whilst I tried to drink my tea. I did need to stop her though as I didn’t want to cum yet.

After I finished drinking we made our way up stairs and it was none stop for the next hour until Janice sat on top of me, riding me like a horse, then as I told her I was coming and there was no way that I could stop it, she lifted herself off, scrabbled down the bed and forced as much of me into her mouth as she could, that was more than I could stand and how it didn’t blow a hole in the back of her head, I don’t know. She lifted her head up and opened her mouth, so that I could see my load in there before swallowing it down.

That night and most of the next day was spent in similar fashion with us having sex every way we could think of, including me taking her anal cherry, so to speak. The big surprise came on Monday morning as we were having our morning tea, in just our robes in the kitchen, when in walked Judy, on a surprise visit.

“Has he been here all night, he has hasn’t he. You dirty buggers and I’ll bet you’ve tried that haven’t you.” She was laughing now finding the whole situation amusing. “Well, I’m getting mine now, or you two won’t get any ever again.” Having said this, she took my hand and said. “Come on, it’s my time now. Oh, you may as well come and join us mum, we are going to be using your king size bed.

And so, it began. The most exciting time of my life.