[explorer98]

Although it was never anything but fun and enjoyment between M.... and I, things sometimes went awry due to external circumstances so I'll relate one such instance which I still find amusing although it could have turned out very differently!

Do bear in mind that all this took place around 1981 so there were no mobile phones - you couldn't discreetly call or message anyone - you just had to 'go for it' and sometimes just take a chance!

I can't remember what led up to this but given the context that I do remember, we must have arranged it. To properly appreciate what happens, you need to understand that her house stood on a slight hill and the land fell away behind too. As a result, they had a triple-bay garage under the house, accessed form the rear and the drive was a slope past the side of the house.

I arrived (presumably as agreed) and was met at the door by M.... in a white towelling robe and what looked like black stockings. Looks weren't deceiving because as she locked the glazed back (side) door, she dropped the robe to the floor revealing a black lace basque and yes, stockings.

My 19-year-old cock did the decent thing and responded instantly to the call! Without much preamble, we were locked together, kissing passionately and stumbling towards the living room area (their ground floor was pretty much open-plan.

They had the stereotypical double-length sheepskin rug and - after short interlude for some of her fabulous cock-sucking - M.... was on her back on it and I was in her as deep as humanly possible!

I've no idea how long this went on for because a subsequent event dominates my memory and stands above almost everything else of that day - the image of her husband's blue Ford, unexpectedly driving past the back door in the direction of the garage - as I'm still balls-deep in his passionate, sexy wife!

I just happened to be facing that way at the time and...............Holy shit!!!

I got out of her and into my jeans in record time, bundled the rest of my clothes in my arms as M.... slipped her robe back on and I left via the front door, pretty much as he came in the back (NO puns intended!).

I often wondered what he thought, walking in to find his sexy, little wife in a basque and stockings in the middle of the afternoon. Anyone with half a brain (and the proper urges) would also have found out within a few seconds that her pussy was as wet as Niagara too - but somehow I doubt he did.

Oh well, as I said - it could have turned out VERY differently!!