I had noticed the old guy upstairs, flat above ours, even said hello to him a few times, sometimes had blanked him when I didn’t recognise him straightaway, I’m 33 and tend to be busy wrapped up in my own mobile phone world. A few months ago I was hobbling back from the doctor’s, shopping bags in hands, having been told I’d sprained my ankle. Phil, the old guy from upstairs, was waiting for the lift, we chatted, he offered to help me with the shopping, said goodbye at my front door. I put the shopping away, put my feet up and tuned into daytime tv, got a call from hubby Dave. He is a roofer, working on a job in Caterham, Surrey and as we live in Colchester I knew he’d be home late. An hour or so later the doorbell rang. It was Phil. Did I want anything from the shops? No, I’d been shopping. Another hour or so later it’s the doorbell! It’s Phil. He has bought me two glossy magazines. I invite him in, make coffee, sit watching tv, turn it down as we chat, I have my legs up on the settee, making sure there is no weight on the ankle, not really caring that my mini skirt is showing too much. Phil is a widower, 67, retired school teacher, tall, slim and not bad looking. As we chat I learn he has a certificate in reflexology. I suggest he massages my inflamed swollen ankle. Phil tells me reflexology is all about the feet, not the ankle but he’ll give it a go. I put my foot up on the arm of the settee, Phil comes round, begins to massage my sole, my toes, upper foot, then swollen ankle. It is a fabulous feeling as he runs a knuckle hard down the full length of my sole, then back again, then fingers between each toe, then toes bent forward, then back. Suddenly, I’m aware that I’m becoming sexually aroused. I’m aware Phil can see the growing wet patch on my cheap white cotton knickers under my short mini skirt. I should stop it, send Phil packing, but I can’t, it’s so good and I just close my eyes, head back, Phil moves to my other foot, then the sole of foot feels something hard, no it can’t be... I open my eyes. Yes, I’m right. My foot is touching the front of his trousers. Phil has a hard on, all zippered up beneath his trousers, but it must be longer than my foot. God, how big is he? I can’t believe I’m doing it but my toes move left to right, gently stroking his bulge. I don’t say anything but I’m now looking straight at him. I want him to take it out, want to see how big it is. He reads my mind and unzips himself and eases out his manhood. It is truly impressive, I’m no judge but it looks like it’s ten inches, the cockhead is big, purple, glistening with pre-cum, ‘Jeez Phil you are so big, that’s a weapon of mass destruction you got there!’ He laughs, moves towards me. OMG, I’m a happily married lady, fabulous sexy hubby, what am I doing here, my randy neighbour, his ten inches of hard meat hanging out of his trousers? I should send Phil packing but I don’t, my head is full of all sorts of conflicting messages, one is hubby’s fantasy of him watching me fuck another guy, then I remember I haven’t been strictly faithful to hubby, I recall going to two conferences a few years ago, being fucked both times by my boss, but that was me trying to get a good pay rise both times. But this was my horny neighbour, not my boss. Phil came round to face me. God, I felt a slut! I didn’t hesitate, climbed onto my knees, placed two fingers around the thick shaft, rolled the last inch of foreskin back, opened my mouth and took the cockhead inside, closed my mouth, began to lick and suck. God, it felt big, like an apple! God it tasted good! Dirty, sweaty, like he hadn’t cleaned his foreskin in weeks, my neck and spine tingled with excitement, expectation as I greedily sucked that dirty, sweaty taste away, Phil’s warm pre-cum taking over. I didn’t need any encouragement and slowly took his length further into my mouth, squeezing his balls, felt big as cricket balls, held tightly in his scrotum, Phil’s hand on my head easing himself into me, slowly, tenderly, until his cockhead is now in my throat and I’m desperately trying to stop myself gagging. Then I feel Phil ease his cock out of my mouth until the large purple head is at my lips and I’m licking it. He pulls me up, we kiss, passionately, and I feel him unbutton my skirt, his hand slide in over my cheap cotton knickers, squeezing my buttocks. His hand comes round and two fingers slide back inside my knickers, two seconds later they are inside me, stroking my clitoris. I’m still on my knees but I pull my knickers down, then I fall backwards and Phil pulls my nicks down, down, down, over my feet and away on the floor. He looks at my pussy, my little landing strip, my little red dragon tattoo, ‘does he like what he see?’ I ask myself, eager not to lose his interest. I run a hand down his shirt, across to squeeze his long hard erection, open my legs as far as I can. I whisper, ‘Fuck me Phil, fuck me.’ He pulls me to the edge of the bed, takes his massive manhood in his fingers and brings the cockhead to my pussy lips. I’m so wet I can hardly feel his head slide in but give out a little ‘mmm’ of appreciation, then a much louder yell as his full ten inches goes straight in, ‘wow!’ It feels like a bottle has gone up inside me. ‘Wow!’ I repeat myself, ‘that feels so fucking good!’ Phil eases himself in, then out, then back, slow, soft but determined strokes. They slowly build, getting faster, and I’m now moaning very loudly, eyes closed, head twisting with the ecstasy. Suddenly I’m away, lost in an amazing ecstasy, excitement, Phil is now fucking me like a steam hammer, it’s a good ten minutes at this frantic pace before I hear him give out a very loud, ‘yes!’, his body slam still, his hips shake, and his cock inside me whiplash against the wall of my pussy three or four times as it shoots his thick, hot sperm, followed a few seconds later by the fabulous heat of his cum, sexy, sensuous, my whole belly warms up from one hip to the other as his spunk settles deep inside my womb. We don’t speak at first, just look at each, smiling, then I ask, ‘good?’ He leans forward, lifts my top, bites a nipple hard through my bra, lifts his head, ‘one of the best fucks in my whole life!’ As his cock shrinks, so his sperm runs out onto my skirt. I lean on my elbows, watch him pull out of me, tuck his cock into his boxers, then zip himself up, ‘I’m upstairs if you ever want me...why not pop up tomorrow afternoon?’ I give him a big smile, ‘I might just do that...I really want more of that cock of yours...where did you get such a big one?’ By the time hubby gets home, I’m showered, scented, in a short mini skirt and black seamed stockings. We go straight to bed and fuck and suck to midnight. I don’t mention Phil, decide to save that for later, pick my moment, then I’ll suggest to Dave our horny neighbour join us to make a threesome. I was still off work the following day so did pop up to see Phil, only too pleased to do doggy style as he fucked my anus once, then again later, an amazing, gobsmacking experience I will write up another time!