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He took a condom from his wallet and placed it on the bedside cabinet. He pulled his shorts down and a pleasingly erect cock sprang into view.

The lacy front panel meant I had a clear view of his hand working between my legs. There had been a barbeque and as it was a very hot day I wore an off the shoulder sun dress. My heart was pounding as he moved closer to me and with his eyes fixed on mine he began to unbutton my blouse. In truth there were a couple of occasions in bed when I made hints about this and Ken seemed to understand what I was suggesting.

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I did nothing to stop him, his kissing became more passionate and without thinking about it I found myself responding. I could feel his erection pressing against my backside and it was very obvious that we were well past the point of no return and his cock would soon be inside me. First one finger slid into me, then a second. At first I stood very stiffly, but then his left hand moved to my breast and began to squeeze and fondle it. Nothing more was said because Ken picked up the pace of his fucking and seconds later he came very noisily.

I'm a brunette, five feet four inches tall, pounds and with a 36C bust.

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Sat on the stall I touched the gusset of my panties -- it was very damp and confirmed just how aroused I was. I blushed and turned away.

Ken whispered in my ear that he had a condom and then began to remove my panties. It was approaching lunchtime when I went down to the supply room. I know I don't have a killer bust, but I'm not flat chested and I have to be honest and say I was flattered to find another man looking at me in a sexual way, even though I am distinctly middle aged. Note: Married pussy stories can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

However we were too inhibited to discuss these feelings and it became an unspoken subject. I was very excited, but stopped him when he started to pull my panties down. I made no attempt to stop him and seconds later his cock slid into my very wet pussy.

We entered the house and Dave helped me slip my coat off. Of course we've had our ups and downs, but overall our marriage has been fine. I heard a noise and jumped away from Dave with a start. I would have asked Ken to meet my train, but he's not due back until later. His hand slid inside my panties, he was distracted briefly by my bush then probed between my legs. I climbed inbetween the sheets and watched as Dave undressed.

He was probably in his mid forties and was still in decent shape no beer belly thankfully or he wouldn't have got this far. He said looking down my dress hadn't been deliberate and I looked so attractive that any normal man would have done what he did. Then I realised it was just natural curiosity and nothing to be ashamed of. After that Dave minimised any contact with me. Next his hand slid up inside my skirt and he can't have missed the message which my damp panties proclaimed. I was really impressed with the strength hardness of his cock. But his eyes held mine for a fraction longer than was necessary and hinted that I was no longer just a work colleague and the wife of Married pussy stories golfing friend.

It was very obvious what his next target was going to be and as I was wearing a knee length black skirt access wouldn't be a problem, if I wanted to allow it.

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He apologised and said he got carried away, but a week later we were alone in my room and inevitably things got very passionate again. I didn't want Ken to get the wrong impression so I was careful to stress that I hadn't done it deliberately. With special thanks to Kay who told me what actually happened and then shared with me what she wished had happened. One hand was squeezing my backside and the other started rubbing my pussy through my skirt.

My worries about Married pussy stories first time being painful proved unnecessary; his cock felt lovely inside me and I realised I was going to enjoy sex. One hand fondled my breasts while the other slid inside my panties. Once all the buttons were undone he pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and, using both hands to push my breasts together, he buried his face in my cleavage. I said that he hadn't.

He hung it up and turned back to me. We got very passionate one evening and almost before I realised it Ken had removed my panties and was unzipping himself and trying to move between my legs. We looked at each other and although on the face of it his offer was perfectly reasonable, there was an obvious subtext.

I'm a legal secretary and as you can guess it's quite a formal and correct work atmosphere and I always dress in sensible business clothes. However for several years now I have wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man.

I didn't return to my desk because I thought people might notice how flustered I was, so instead I headed for the rest room. Blushing slightly and unable to look him in the eye I explained that he wouldn't need to use a condom, I was safe and I wanted to feel him cum inside me.

There was no need to accept Dave's offer, but if I did we both knew what it meant. My stomach was churning and I felt very aroused, but also very confused. Anyway the moment seemed to have passed, but I definitely found myself thinking about what might have been. So I led Dave upstairs and to our marital bed.

A thundershower was crossing the city and at the main entrance we looked out on a car park raked by torrential rain. It's a fast road back home and it wasn't long before Dave was pulling onto the puddle filled drive in front of our house. At work on Monday I said hello to Dave just as normal and no one could have detected any change in our relationship. That must have encouraged him because his hand moved to my hip and his thumb began to caress the area just above my bush. We'd been going out for two months before things started to get serious.

He pushed my blouse off my shoulders and then unzipped my skirt. I was hugely tempted to let him, but was even more worried about becoming pregnant and managed to stop him.

The windows steamed up straight away and there was an awkward silence when Dave leaned across me to wipe the passenger window. I am naturally rather submissive and I like the idea of a dominant male who is happy to take his pleasure. That was confirmed when he apologised for the weekend. I felt both relieved and disappointed by that. I met Ken at college when I was eighteen; I hadn't actually had many boyfriends and was still a virgin.

At first I felt guilty about these thoughts and almost tried to pretend that I wasn't having them. He didn't seem to mind and said that given the opportunity any man would enjoy having a look at my tits. So we scurried across the car park and into Dave's car. It's normally a pretty quiet room and his sudden appearance seemed to be more than a coincidence.

All the way home this was the moment I had been agonising about.

It might well have stayed that way, but for a development at work. It probably helps if I tell you a bit about myself first. Then he tugged at my panties and seconds later they were tossed carelessly to one side. While he said this he moved closer to me than was really necessary and I became aware that my heart was beating rather fast. Very occasionally I see him socially. If I'm honest the disappointment was uppermost and I did find myself imagining a scenario where Dave had pushed me face down across the table in the supply room and mounted me from behind.

Dave moved me across so I was stood in front of our dressing table mirror and began to cuddle me from behind. After that we had sex regularly and were married nearly two years later.

Two weeks later the whole office had to stay late to complete a major case we'd been working on for several weeks. I'm forty-four and Ken and I have been married for twenty-four years. At last something exciting was happening to me, but at the same time I felt very guilty. I hadn't been in there very long when Dave entered. I'm rather shy and conservative, perhaps if I'd been more extrovert I might have told Ken about these feelings. One of our staff, Dave, is part of the group which includes my husband who play golf most weekends.

I was bending over one of the tables sorting out drinks and when I looked up it was obvious that Dave had been enjoying a good look down the front of my dress. It was surprisingly arousing watching myself being caressed by Dave a bit like having your own private porn movie.

He didn't snub me and wasn't rude, but it was clear he was avoiding making eye contact with me. That was the big question - did I want allow him intimate access? That mild sexual charge was still with me when we returned home and I made it clear to Ken that I wanted to have sex. After a moment he surfaced and began to kiss me.

Now I was stood in just my lacy white bra and pants set. As he was fucking me I told him how I'd caught Dave sneaking a look at my tits. It was still light, I was a grown woman and was used to entering the house alone. It was 8pm when I found myself taking the elevator down and as luck would have it I shared it with Dave.

When my embarrassment had subsided I was left with a definite feeling of excitement. He unclipped my bra and I shrugged it off.