Chrissy Darton was on her hands and elbows, her hands now gripping the rug she was on to help her stop sliding forwards. She was being fucked methodically, strongly, and very fiercely. And even if she had been blindfolded, which she was not, she would have known this was not her husband.
Oh no, he was away for the night with his golfing buddies, and not only that. Chrissy was being stretched in a way he could only have hoped for. The cock in her was longer, it was definitely thicker, it was also stronger, and it was also much harder than her husband could ever achieve nowadays.
The gloriously lovely, and very sexy woman was being completely rammed full, time and time again. Chrissy was the woman seen tripping her way happily, gaily, and sweetly in her backless high heels, down the high street shopping, that every man who passed her would groan, "Oh if only."
Chrissy was a man's dream woman, she had blossomed into miraculously since she was a girl. She seemed to have gone to an unknown college where beautiful girls and women were defined into feline, sexy, graceful and elegance personified, somehow coached, and manufactured, then turned out at the end into a God's gift to mankind.
Chrissy had beautiful, and natural silky chestnut hair, hair she slightly tinted in the spring ready for summer, because her personal view was, it looked a bit gingery in certain lights. It hung down her smooth back, and tapered to a point. She kept it parted in the centre, so with a shake, she could shroud her beautiful face to give her a pouting, smouldering look through her huge lidded hazel eyes.
Chrissy had a body to die for, 5ft 7" tall, long legged, fit and toned, she never smoked, drank little. Every part of her was sensitive to the touch, some more than others. Her nipples were her worst nightmare in the wrong situations, many times as a girl she had been captured by a boy, or then a man, making a grab for them and in doing so, Chrissy had gone down, literally.
Her father in law had even sampled her charms one day, simply by touching her. Then increasing his male power, he had taken her. Though she would in a court of law, have to admit that she had been forthrightly seduced by him. This had led her and her husband to moving cities, at her insistence, to get away from him, knowing it would be likely to happen again.
She had almost creamed herself on the dance floor of her wedding day, when a guest, a friend of her new husbands, had inadvertently and very cheekily, nipped them in his fingers when her back was turned to them. Her eyes had flashed, her body exploded and she almost fell down. She regained her composure, made an excuse, and went to the bathroom.
She had actually given way to him one year later when he had called round to see her husband. He had been at work, and taking a chance he had grabbed her nipples again, and then resisted her reaction to get away, and in a moment of tweaking, squashing and twisting, she collapsed against him and was asking him softly and submissively.
"What are you going to do to me?" He had shown her and seduced and made love to her right on her kitchen table. Chrissy, after that mind blowing experience, had made sure her door was always locked to prevent him gaining entry into her home again, and her!
She had never intended to ever be unfaithful in her marriage, but she had succumbed twice over the years, to two predatory men who had somehow seemed to know her body as well, if not better, than her. The second one had fucked her for the second time, but he had forced himself into her ass. She cried and begged but he never released her until he released himself into her bowels. He had filled her with his cum, the pain had been awful. When he had finished she snuggled into him, tears leaking from her huge hazel eyes.
Now ten years on, the memory was still there, she had even decided that it hadn't been too bad and had tried, unsuccessfully, to get her husband to do it. Chrissy, now the childless mother she was, but by choice. Chrissy and her husband had never wanted children. It wasn't that they disliked them, they loved their respective nephews and nieces to distraction.
They just were not on their priority list of things to do. Chrissy and her husband loved their holidays, good food, concerts, tours. They both loved fine clothes, of which Chrissy was now an expert in all things designer. Chrissy looked good at any time of day or night, always dressed in slinky, silky, loose, tight, smooth, figure enhancing dresses, shorts, tights, pants, tops, that showed her amorous cleavage, jewellery. Her hair was always in tip top condition. In short, Chrissy was, intentionally or not, a man and boys wet dream, and she not only knew it, she revelled in it.
Chrissy was thirty years old now and absolutely in her sexual prime, she had worked her husband to a frazzle, willingly it had to be said, sexually. But like almost every husband, as he had grown a little older, he had waned a little this last year or two. And this was how she had come to end up this day, on her hands and elbows, hanging to the rug with her hands, in her sitting room being thoroughly, and very unceremoniously fucked by a very new big cock.
Chrissy knew now why she was here like this, but she hadn't until he, the man, who had her like this, had told her. Backtracking, she remember the events clearly now and had wished she had kept her big mouth shut. Her husband, who worked hard to give them the lifestyle they loved, had been working for the last month, 80, 90, 100, and sometimes more hours a week, to gain an enormous contract that would land him a huge bonus for it. It would be the equivalent of about two years salary.
