I know now when she's going out expecting to be fucked by him. The skirts are much shorter than she would usually wear, and the shoes have a 6-inch heel. One of her favourite pairs, in black, have slightly smaller heels - about 5.5-inches - but have a platform sole and strappy laces that wind round her ankles. Awkward to get off, but why take them off anyway, when they're screaming "fuck me while I'm wearing them"? She also favours a pair of bright red 6-inch heels, often worn with a denim mini skirt. Her tops are not always tight, but invariably reveal plenty of cleavage, and a couple are so transparent she might as well not be wearing anything. Panties, I have noted, are optional and often not even considered on such nights. It has become part of our routine that she will usually allow me to fuck her when she gets back, with his spunk inside her, allowing me to slide in. He never wears a condom. Whether he's offered to do so, I don't know, but she has said she prefers to feel his skin against hers and she loves it when he unloads right up inside her. So, that's how it is on the night she plans to be with her lover, for want of a better word. Last weekend, however, she had no such intentions. She had gone to see an old friend whose son had just returned from a long stint in the Army overseas. Their family threw a party and, as she had known them for years and had even been a baby sitter for the home-coming soldier in her teens, she had been invited. "I won't be gone long", she'd told me, setting off round 7pm, and there's no doubt that she meant it. She wore a nice, floral design dress, quite modest nude colour heels, and was very much the demure lady she usually is (apart from on her wanton nights with her black boyfriend). I wasn't in the least worried when she hadn't returned by 10pm, but I was curious that a party in which she was only half interested had apparently delayed her return. It was half-past midnight when I heard her key in the door. I was in bed, and sat bolt upright when she entered the bedroom, looking most unusually dishevelled. Even after a night of rampant sex with her regular man, she always came back with lipstick tidied up, and her hair in place. Not tonight. She was flushed, her hair more than a little windswept and her lippy a faded memory. She stared intently at me as she unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, removed her bra and pants, and kicked off her shoes. She stood totally naked in front of me and said, "I went along with it, but if I hadn't, he wouldn't have stopped." Before I could ask any questions, she told me how she'd gone to the bathroom at about half-past-nine, planning to get ready to say her farewells. The soldier boy - some 15 years her junior - was waiting outside the bathroom when she came out. "This is boring", he'd said. "Come for a drive with me. Please - just get me out of here and away from these old fuddy-duddies for just a little while". He told his folks that he was going to show her his new car, and before she could even debate the issue, they were speeding off into the countryside. He'd pulled off into a layby, sheltered from view, and told her how he'd broken up with his long-term girlfriend, and how he didn't know what he was going to do. He said that over the years, seeing her visit his folks, he'd come to admire and even fancy the older woman who'd once been his baby sitter. As he spoke, he'd stroked her hair, then her cheeks, her arms, and casually worked his way to her breasts. When she tried to resist, he kissed her hard and passionately. She decided at a very early stage in the encounter that to fight him off would cause more trouble than it was worth, and even though she tried hard to let it go only so far, she had reluctantly succumbed as he reclined her seat, held her firmly down, his well-honed muscles exerting a strength she couldn't match. She felt his fingers push fairly roughly into her, working in and out, before he eventually shoved 8 inches of rock hard cock deep inside her. She admitted to silently shedding a tear as her old friend's son had his way with her, but also agreed, when I asked, that her body had responded to his, that he'd swiftly made her wet, and that he'd brought her to a shuddering orgasm two or three times, before eventually emptying himself into her. Even after he'd come, he'd remained hard and firm inside her and they'd lain locked together like that for quite some time, neither of them speaking. He'd eventually found the stamina to go again and satisfy his lust once more. He'd taken her back to her car, and while she drove home he went back to his family party. After recounting all this with great sadness in her voice, she lay in my arms for a while, but seeing that her story had roused me more than a little she took my cock in her hands and guided me inside. I came quickly, her cunt pulsing in time with me as a I came. When I finished, I kissed her forehead as we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The next day, the soldier came to call to see how she was, and to invite us both out for lunch, though the invitation to me was clearly nothing more than a polite afterthought. I didn't go. She did, looking at me anxiously as she went, but I noted the denim mini skirt and the platform-sole, 5.5 inch heels with strappy laces. I'd find out later if she'd been wearing knickers.