A mate of mine has been having an affair with a married woman for a while now. Just before Christmas he invited me and another guy over and we had a foursome. She was blindfolded throughout but she was really dirty. We all fucked her and I fucked her up the arse and she swallowed loads of cum. She is quite fit for an oldie - I reckon she must be nearly fifty and I’m only twenty four. Since then I’ve been invited back several more times for his parties. Each time she is blindfolded so she has no idea who we are and each time she seems really up for it. The odd thing is that he tells me that afterwards, when he’s taken the blindfold off, she won’t even talk about it and pretends like it hasn’t happened. Each time I have kept her pants afterwards as a souvenir – I have four pairs. The other day I was in Morrissons and she was there in front of me, pushing a trolley. I said hello, but she just looked blank and I realised she had no idea who I was. I walked on a bit embarrassed and paid for my stuff. When I got outside she was putting her shopping into her car. I went over and stood close behind her and said you don’t know me but I’m a friend of Andys. Now she looked a bit embarrassed but said Andy who? For a moment I thought maybe I’ve got the wrong woman, but I was almost sure I hadn’t. So I told her she looked different without a blindfold. She went the colour of a beetroot. I thought I’d push my luck so I said my shopping’s heavy, any chance of a lift home? She just nodded and got into her car. I only live about two hundred yards from the shop, so by the time I’d told her to turn right then right again we were there. I asked her to come in for a minute and she got out of the car without saying a word. I unlocked the flat and put my shopping on the counter. It’s only a bedsit really – one room and a bathroom. She stood just inside the door looking very smart and out of place in my messy room. She asked me what I wanted. I felt a bit stupid. But in the corner were my souvenir pants. I picked them up and held them up to show her and said I wanted a fifth pair to go with them. She stared at me for a few moments then just slipped her pants off under her skirt and threw them at me. I thought that she would walk out now, but she just stood and stared at me. So I picked up her knickers and sniffed them, inhaling deeply. Still she didn’t move. I knelt down in front of her and lifted up her skirt and started to lick her fanny – she was very wet. After I’d done that for a while I stood up and told her it was her turn. She knelt down and sucked me until I filled her mouth with cum and she’d swallowed the lot. Then she stood up and left without a word. I wondered whether she’d tell Andy and whether I’d end up in trouble. Andy isn’t the sort of guy you want to piss off. Oddly I spent the rest of the day tidying my room up. I put my trophies away in a drawer. Next morning at quarter past nine the doorbell woke me up. I answered the door wearing just a pair of shorts. It was her. She came in and shut the door behind her. Then she just stood and stared at me, arms folded. I thought I was in trouble for a minute. Then I realised she’d come back for seconds. She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. I reached down and slowly unfastened her belt. She didn’t move a muscle. I took off her shoes, her jeans and her tee shirt. She stood in front of me wearing just a really sexy pink bra and pants. I led her to the bed and we had the most amazing morning. We made love time after time. I work in a pub but missed my lunchtime shift. Then about three in the afternoon she said she had to go. That was almost two weeks ago and I haven’t seen her since. I’d expected her the next morning, then the one after that, but there was no sign. I called Andy for a chat to see if she’d told him and he didn’t say anything so I assumed not but I managed to bring her into the conversation and he did say she’s been on holiday with her husband but is back this weekend. Roll on Monday morning!