I didn’t need any second bidding. While she continued pumping my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, I managed to drive, after a fashion, till we got to a rural lay-by.

I immediately stopped the car, then went round to the passenger side. I opened the door and pulled her round, so her legs were toward me. Reaching under her arse, I grabbed the back of her panties and yanked them off.

Pausing briefly to bury my tongue deep inside her dripping pussy, covering my face in her thick juices, I then rubbed my aching and engorged cock up and down between her pussy lips and over her swollen clit, covering it with her natural, slippery lubricant and getting her even more turned on in the process.
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But there was no way my cock was going in her pussy tonight! She had offered – that once in a blue moon offer – to let me fuck her up the arse, and nothing was going to stop me now.

Grabbing her ankles, I pushed them up as high as the confines of the car would allow, then eased forward till the tip of my cock was at her puckered anus. I gave it one last rub between her pussy lips to get some more of her juice on it, then pressed forward. Resistance… a little more pressure… suddenly, her sphincter relaxed a little and the head of my cock nudged into her tight little bum hole.

As soon as the head of my cock was in, her ring muscle started contracting and pulsating, almost milking my cock. With that tight muscle around the most sensitive part of my cock, I could easily have cum like that, basically being wanked by her arse. But I wanted more, I wanted to impale her, right up her shit chute, feel my balls slap against her arse.
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So I pushed forward, and slowly, her arse began to relax and before I knew it, I was balls deep in her forbidden place. She was writhing in ecstasy, grabbing me and digging her nails in wherever she could. I pressed my thumb against her clit and was twisting one of her swollen nips with my other hand.

Moments like this don’t last long… the sheer eroticism, coupled with the cool outdoor air on my arse, mixed in with the excitement and risk of shagging in a public place, soon add up to the point of no return.

Before I knew it, we were both having a shattering orgasm and I was pumping jets of hot, sticky cum deep inside her rectum. None of this has really got anything to do with the story at hand, but serves to illustrate the Jekyll and Hyde character I was living with. One, or possibly two, days per month, Mrs Jekyll would turn into the horny Mrs Hyde. Nothing was out of bounds, as long as she got fucked, long hard and deeply on ‘those’ days.
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The rest of the time, it was a case of ‘You needn’t think I’m putting that thing in my mouth!!’ or, ‘Don’t be disgusting!’ or ‘We’re not teenagers any more!’ Unfortunately, as the years went by and kids came along, the Mrs Hyde days got fewer and further between. What sex we did have was now called ‘lovemaking’ and was becoming so vanilla, it was boring.

Pussy licking disappeared off the menu, on the basis that it was ‘dirty’ and she often nearly pulled my ears off, dragging me back up the bed, when I did attempt to go down on her. Which was a great shame, because Loveth had the prettiest, most delectable pussy I have ever seen, out of the dozens of women

I’ve bedded in my time. It was perfectly formed, with neat, tucked-up lips and just begged to be licked. She also invariably tasted delicious!
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This resulted in me getting very frustrated, because I knew what she could be like when she was in the mood! But then we would have one of those (increasingly rare) orgiastic, anything goes, total sex sessions which made everything ok – for the time being.
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But there was no in-between and no compromise. ‘Just the way it is’, she would say. All of which was not helped by the fact that as a nurse and mother, it suited her far better to work nights. So even when she had one of her hormone-induced nymphomaniac nights, chances were, she was at work