A big thanks to 'Rich' for his writing, ideas and his desire to see the story continue....
A cold wind blew across the parking lot of the Western Missouri Correctional Center. Katie Jackson ran her hand through her soft brown hair as she examined herself in the rear view mirror of her SUV. Her favourite song was playing on the radio and usually she would have hummed along but today the hot wife felt uneasy and nervous. She glanced out of the car window at the barbed wire fence in front of the red brick wall, her thoughts drifted back to the events that had led her to this place.
How she had let herself be fucked repeatedly by her old neighbour Phil Dorman, reluctantly at first, then gradually getting more and more addicted to the old man's oversized cock. How she had found out about him getting illegal benefit payments for his deceased wife. How she had fought her inner demons and finally found the courage to send the evidence of his fraud to the authorities in order to get her life back.
It had been 18 months since she had submitted the compromising material and the old man had been charged and sentenced to three years to five years in the state prison facility. Katie's life had changed for the better after that. After winning the Mrs Missouri pageant, to everyone's surprise, she had gone on to win the national Mrs America competition. This had brought her an unexpected amount of media attention with dozens of tabloids, TV stations and other organizations requesting interviews, photo shoots or public appearances. She had graced the cover of several well known magazines and people recognized her on the streets of Kansas City. She loved the attention she was getting as did her loving husband Fred.
Thankfully, due to her full schedule and much to her relief, the hot wife really hadn't thought a lot about her fat neighbour during the last year. Only once, when her husband had left for a business trip; Katie had used her huge pink dildo to get herself off. She laid on her king size bed and tried to imagine Fred making love to her, while she was frantically pushing the giant plastic cock in and out of her wet pussy but the sheer size of the toy made her involuntarily fantasize about her fat neighbour burying his mammoth prick deep inside her cunt. She had closed her eyes and pictured herself and the old man rolling around on her bed, exchanging wet kisses, sweating, grunting, screaming and finally, with the image of Phil pounding her pussy harder than ever; she had brought herself to the most delicious climax she had experienced in months.
Katie felt guilty about those feelings, mad with herself for still thinking about Phil and what he did to her but at the same time she was relieved that she wouldn't be meeting the old man anytime soon or so she thought.
Then last month, Norman had called and told her that Phil wanted to see her. Katie had yelled "No way!" and just hung up. But the old lawyer kept phoning and texting her daily. He even showed up at an charity fundraiser last week to make it clear that her obese neighbour was not going to be denied a visit and that she would deeply regret it if she didn't come. When Katie had finally asked him what he meant by that, he only replied that Phil had said, "Just tell her she'd better come".
Several times when Norman had called, Fred had been in the room but with the numerous calls for appearances he was used to his wife's phone ringing nonstop. Although he loved the attention that Katie was recieving; he couldn't enjoy it as much as he was recently promoted at work and had many overnight trips. Still it didn't stop him from thinking about the one afternoon in which she gave the Gap employee an incredible blowjob. It was something he wanted to see again but couldn't find the courage to even approach the topic with his wife. He was so proud of her accomplishments and he knew with her media exposure that his fantasies would have to remain sealed in his soul.
Over the last few weeks Katie had contemplated every possibility and looked for a way to avoid having to meet with the old man and most of all, wondering what he meant by saying that she would regret not coming. Finally, when Norman showed up at the crowning of the new Mrs. America and repeated the obese neighbors request, the hot mother reluctantly agreed to pay her neighbour a visit in jail. "But it better be short. And no fooling around," she quietly told Norman.
'Pretty high and mighty for someone who couldn't get enough cum on herself the last time I saw her' the lawyer thought to himself but he was too polite to say it out loud and went on to arrange Katie's visitation appointment.
And now the day she dreaded had finally come. Taking a deep sigh, the hot wife got out of the car and closed the door. Taking one last look at herself in the window, she turned and walked across the parking lot toward the main entrance.
'Why the hell am I so keen on looking good for that old pervert?' she wondered but quickly brushed the thought aside, afraid of the answer. Her high heel boots made a clicking sound on the concrete as the chilly wind swept through her hair. Katie zipped up her black leather jacket and wrapped her arms around herself, protecting herself from the cold. Two guards passed her through the entrance and they couldn't help but stare at the stunningly beautiful woman. They turned their heads, taking in the sight of her tight black leggings that clung to her shapely ass and legs, showing off her sexy curves. They looked at each other, silently forming the word 'Wow'.
Katie hardly noticed them, she was used to men giving her looks due to her growing popularity, that had increased even more with her charity apperances.
After going through a rather unnerving registration and security process the hot wife was led to the visitation area by a guard. The room was full of small cubicles seperated by a window with a phone that hung on each wall.
An older man appeared in a suit and told the musuclar guard, "I'll take care of this." The guard quickly disappeared out the door and the older man pointed down the room, "Window number 8." Katie reluctantly sat down, feeling totally out of place. She looked around, taking in the strange surroundings.
As far as the hot wife could make out, there were only two other visitors talking to inmates and they were several feet away so Katie could not overhear what they were saying.
The older man had walked next to her as she sat down, "You won't have to wait long," he calmly stated, "By the way my name's Burt. I'll be right over there, in case you need anything," he told her. She sensed he was very nervous. Maybe he was wondering why Mrs. America would be visiting the prison. Although she hoped she hadn't been recognized. But it was something about the way he said it that caused Katie to look up. He was a frail man of medium size who appeared to be at least in his late fifties, judging by the wrinkles on his face and neck. He had a long, thin nose and thick eyebrows which gave his face a slightly menacing appearance. His thin hair was strictly combed-back and he spotted a greyish moustache. 'Not the most pleasant of characters' Katie thought to herself, wondering how this skinny, old man would hold his own in a confrontation with some hard-nosed prison inmates.
She was snapped out of those thoughts by the familiar figure of Phil Dorman appearing on the other side of the window. He was wearing the standard orange inmate two-piece, his huge beer gut clearly visible underneath the clothing. His limp seemed even more pronounced than the hot wife remembered, making him look more ridiculous. Katie's eyes trailed over the obese man's body and immediately focused on his groin. Phil stood on the other side of the window, beaming from ear to ear. The hot mother felt her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly looked up into his eyes. Phil gave her a devilish grin as he sat down on the other side of the window. His eyes seemed to pierce right through her. Katie still could not understand how this disgusting old man was able to fuck her like no other and how the thoughts of him kept haunting her. They stared into each other's eyes for some time while Katie tried hard not to take notice of the familiar tingling in her pussy, which, much to her dismay, was starting to moisten. Just looking at her obese neighbour made her blood boil. Already, she deeply regretted her visit.
Confidently the hot wife looked into the disgustingly fat man's eyes. She picked up the phone on her side as Phil picked up his, "Norman told me you wanted to see me."
"Indeed, Freckles," Phil smiled "and a good thing too that you could make it."
"I don't have much time." She tried hard to sound nonchalant as she brushed away a strand of brown hair from her forehead.
"Hey now, Freckles. That's a completely different attitude since the last time we saw each other. I believe that was in my bathroom," as a grin erupted upon his face.
Katie frantically looked around. She remembered watching the fat man in the shower with his cum dripping off her face and how she had fought back her desire to get into the shower with him.
