As Alan is back up and on his feet Maureen convinced him to go to golf on Saturday.

I arrived at Maureen's house in the  afternoon on Saturday and parked in my usual spot. Had to be slightly careful as some neighbours were outside their homes.

Alan was off playing golf with friends, he's fit enough to be golfing again and Maureen was encouraging him to go so I could come round. Alan was a bit hesistant due to his leg, but Maureen reassured him that it would be good for him.

He was expected to be away till the evening as they were playing at a course an hour away.

I walked quickly toward her front door, my footsteps light but purposeful on the pavement.

I was getting ready to tee off on Maureen, whilst Alan was out playing golf.

The door was slightly ajar, just as she'd texted me earlier, an invitation that sent a thrill straight to my core.

I pushed it open and slipped inside, the familiar scent of her home enveloping me—lavender from the candles she liked to burn, mixed with something sweeter, her perfume. There she was, standing in the entryway, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing that silky black dressing gown that clung to her curves like a second skin. It was loosely tied at the waist, hinting at the softness beneath, and her blue eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. Without a word, I closed the distance between us, my hands reaching for her face as our lips crashed together in an immediate, fervent kiss. Her mouth was warm and yielding, her tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine, tasting faintly of mint from the gum she'd been chewing.

The kiss deepened instantly, our bodies pressing close, her gown's fabric smooth against my shirt. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her breasts soft against my chest as I pulled her tighter. My hands roamed down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine through the silk, while hers clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to send sparks through me. We stumbled slightly, backing toward the stairs, but neither of us wanted to break the connection. Her breath came in soft pants against my mouth, and I nipped at her lower lip, drawing a quiet moan from her that vibrated between us.

Finally, we pulled apart just enough to move, her hand in mine as we hurried upstairs to the marital bedroom. The door creaked open, revealing the king-sized bed with its crisp white sheets, the room bathed in the golden light.

Alan's side was neat, his pillow fluffed just so, a stark reminder of the forbidden nature of this afternoon. But that only fueled the fire. Maureen turned to me, her gown slipping open a fraction to reveal the lace of her bra underneath, and we were kissing again, more urgently now, as we crossed the threshold.

For the next five minutes, we lost ourselves in exploration, our kisses turning into a symphony of caresses. I backed her against the edge of the bed, my lips trailing from her mouth to her jawline, then down the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, exposing more skin for me to taste, her pulse fluttering under my tongue. My hands untied the sash of her gown, letting it fall open, and I pushed it off her shoulders, revealing her body inch by inch—full breasts straining against black lace, the flat plane of her stomach, the matching panties hugging her hips. She shivered as the cool air hit her, but her eyes burned with desire.

I shrugged off my shirt, tossing it aside, and she helped with my belt, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement. We stripped each other slowly at first, savoring the reveal—my jeans pooling at my feet, her bra unclasped and discarded, panties sliding down her thighs. Naked now, skin to skin, we tumbled onto the bed, the mattress dipping under our weight. My mouth found her breasts, sucking on one nipple while pinching the other, eliciting gasps that filled the room. Her hands threaded through my head guiding me lower as I kissed across her ribs, her belly, until I was between her legs.

She spread her thighs wide, her pussy already glistening with arousal, pink and swollen. I leaned in, inhaling her musky scent, and dragged my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, tasting her sweetness. She arched her back, a deep moan escaping as I circled her clit with the flat of my tongue, then sucked it gently between my lips. My fingers joined in, sliding one inside her wetness, then two, curling to hit that spot that made her hips buck. I lapped at her relentlessly, feeling her walls clench around my digits, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

But she wasn't one to just receive. After a few minutes of her writhing under my mouth, she pushed me onto my back, her blonde hair falling like a curtain as she straddled my chest. Her hand wrapped around my cock, hard and throbbing, stroking firmly from base to tip. She lowered her head, lips parting to take me in, her tongue swirling around the head before she sank down, enveloping me in wet heat. I groaned, my hands fisting the sheets as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass, her cheeks hollowing with suction. Saliva dripped down my shaft, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently.

We traded oral like that for what felt like an eternity, her sucking me until I was on the edge, then me devouring her pussy until she trembled. Finally, unable to wait any longer, I flipped her onto her hands and knees. She positioned herself facing Alan's side of the bed, grabbing his pillow and shoving it under her. The sight of her like that, ass up, pussy exposed, with his pillow cradling underneath her, drove me wild. I knelt behind her, gripping her hips, and aligned my cock with her entrance.

I thrust in with one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, slick heat. She cried out, pushing back against me, and I started a steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The bed rocked beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall in time with my thrusts. Her moans filled the room, muffled slightly by the pillow, but no less intense. I reached around to rub her clit, feeling her juices coat my fingers, and she clenched around me, her body quivering.

We fucked doggy style like animals, sweat slicking our skin, the slap of flesh echoing. I varied my pace, slow deep strokes that made her whimper, then fast, hard pounds that had the bed creaking loudly. Her blonde hair swayed with each impact, sticking to her damp back. I leaned over her, my chest to her back, one hand in her hair, pulling gently as I drove deeper. The bedroom walls absorbed her cries, but I could feel her getting closer, her pussy fluttering.

After what seemed like endless minutes of pounding, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back for missionary. She grabbed Alan's pillow , sliding it under her again as she spread her legs wide. I settled between her thighs, pushing back inside her with a groan. Face to face now, I could watch her expressions—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in ecstasy—as I thrust steadily. The bed rocked harder, springs protesting, and her moans turned to chants of pleasure.

I hooked her legs over my shoulders, angling deeper, hitting her g-spot with every plunge. Her hands clutched at my arms, nails digging in, and suddenly she tensed, a gush of warmth flooding over my cock as she squirted, soaking Alan's pillow beneath her. The fabric darkened with her release, the scent of her arousal mixing with the room's air. She shuddered through the orgasm, her pussy milking me, but I didn't stop, riding her through it, prolonging the waves until she was limp and panting.

We collapsed into lots more kissing then, our mouths fusing in sloppy, breathless exchanges. Tongues danced, lips bruised, as we rolled together on the bed, hands everywhere—caressing breasts, pinching nipples, stroking cocks and pussies. Her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, now damp from her squirt, and I kissed down her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat.

Energized again, she pushed me flat and straddled me in cowgirl, her pussy hovering over my cock before she sank down, taking me all in one go. She started riding, hips grinding in circles at first, then bouncing up and down. Her blonde hair swayed wildly, brushing my chest, as the bed rocked violently beneath us. I gripped her ass, helping her lift and drop, watching her breasts jiggle with each motion. Her moans were constant now, building to a crescendo as she chased another peak.

The rhythm intensified, her thighs slapping against mine, the headboard banging like a drum. She leaned forward, hands on my chest for leverage, and I thrust up to meet her, our bodies syncing perfectly. Sweat dripped from her brow onto me, and her pussy clenched tighter, signaling her orgasm. She threw her head back, a long, throaty moan escaping as she came, her walls spasming around my cock, juices trickling down my balls. I held off, letting her ride it out, the bed shaking with her final tremors.

Still hard inside her, I rolled us to the side for a spooning fuck, pulling her back against my chest. She reached for Alan's pillow, tucking it under her, as I lifted her top leg and slid back into her from behind. The position was intimate, my arm around her waist, hand rubbing her clit as I thrust slowly at first, building speed. The bed rocked gently now, a steady sway, her moans softer but no less passionate.

I kissed her shoulder, nipping at the skin, while my hips snapped forward, burying deep. She arched into me, grinding back, and I felt her building again. My free hand moved to her breasts, kneading one, then the other, pinching the nipples until she gasped. The pillow muffled her sounds, but I could feel every quiver, every clench. We moved like that for ages, lost in the side-by-side rhythm, until she came again, her body tensing in my arms.

Pulling out, I guided her feet to my mouth, starting the foot worship. She lay on her back, Alan's pillow still under her and extended one leg. I took her toes into my mouth, sucking each one slowly, tongue swirling around the pads. Her feet were soft, pedicured nails painted red, and I licked along the arch, drawing a giggle that turned to a moan. Switching feet, I massaged the soles with my thumbs while nibbling the heels, her body relaxing into the sensation.

From there, we moved to spit swapping, our mouths meeting in a messy kiss. I gathered saliva on my tongue and pushed it into her mouth; she swallowed some, then returned the favor, our spit mixing as tongues battled. It was filthy and intimate, strings of saliva connecting our lips when we pulled back for air, only to dive in again. Her hand stroked my cock, keeping me hard, while I fingered her pussy, our kiss growing sloppier.

Inevitably, we shifted back to missionary, her under Alan's pillow once more, legs wrapped around my waist as I plunged in. The thrusts were deep and deliberate, the bed rocking with renewed vigor. Her moans synced with my grunts, building to a fever pitch. I felt the pressure coiling in my balls, and with a final, hard thrust, I came, flooding her pussy with hot cum. Pulse after pulse, I emptied inside her, and as I pulled out slowly, my seed dripped down, pooling on Alans pillow beneath her ass.

We rested then, bodies entwined, exchanging lazy kisses. My lips brushed hers softly, then deeper, tongues teasing without urgency. Her hand traced patterns on my chest, and I stroked her hair, the room quiet except for our breathing. The pillow, stained with sweat, squirt, and now cum, lay forgotten but ever-present.

But rest didn't last long; desire reignited quickly. We kissed more, spit swapping again, our mouths hungry. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up for another round, but she grabbed the pillow, sliding under it as she lay back. I entered her missionary-style once more, the cum from before making her even slicker. Thrusts built fast, bed rocking hard, moans echoing.

She clenched around me, urging me on, and I pounded relentlessly, chasing release. Her orgasm hit first, pussy spasming, and that pushed me over. I creampied her again, cum mixing with the previous load, dripping out as I stayed buried deep. Finally spent, we collapsed, resting with more kissing, soft and satisfied, under the watchful 'eye' of Alan's pillow.

After my many hole in ones with Maureen we both laughed and joked if Alan managed any.

Laughing as we kiss deeply as the scent of adultery and secrets lingered in the marital bedroom.....