On the way to work there was this particular house that I had always noticed. Firstly, because of the fact that although it was beautiful it looked a forlorn, lonely house. It was off the road, quite a bit away from nearby houses. Secondly, because the beautiful lady of the house kept staring at me whenever I went that way. The lovely lady also looked quite lonely. At that point I was looking for a place to stay, as a paying guest. But did not think of that house since I assumed that a single lady would not let out a portion for anybody. Then one of my colleagues mentioned to me that she had a husband and he did take in paying guests. So I decided to go and meet him.
When I reached the place I found that it was quite old but neatly maintained. Husband and wife came out to check out who was at the door. The wife at close quarters looked in her late thirties. She was curvaceous with flesh in all the right places. She had a dark and sensuous quality that made me think of cold nights and warm blankets. But unlike the hooded, hungry glance she used to give me, she was quite indifferent and aloof. The husband on the other hand was a bit decrepit. He must have been a fine specimen of manhood in his heydays but it was obvious that alcohol and the fast life had taken its toll on him. He readily agreed to put me up and asked for the deposit money - three months advance on rent. The moment it changed hands the lady angrily took it out of his hands and gave him back a single note.
“Although the house is his don’t dare to give the rent to him” she told me frostily.“I am in charge here. And you will do what I say” she then walked into the house.
I moved in within a couple of days. Generally I saw her twice in the day. My food would be ready and waiting by the time I reached home in the evening and she would make an appearance to take away the empty dishes. Early in the morning she would appear with breakfast, then take things away after I left for the office. It was those days that she did appear otherwise that I didn’t like. Because it was mostly to shout at me for something that I had or hadn’t done. Besides she never wore anything under her sheer negligee in the nights and that was her attire when she usually came to berate me. With her big boobs moving up and down and the tops of it visible through the neck of her dress it was a difficult process to keep my cool. I deliberately used to look down only to encounter smooth tanned legs that was visible up to her thighs. I purposely used to think that she must be near my mother’s age to keep myself and my libido under control.
One day it was too much for me to bear. I had been watching a film with fairly explicit scenes and my member was already half erect in anticipation of any hole it could get into. By now I realised that her bad moods coincided with the days her husband hit the booze and came home late or did not come home at all. She opened her mouth to say something. But I grabbed her, slammed her on the cot, pushed her negligee up and my pajamas down, slammed my pecker into her pussy and crushed her mouth with mine. I expected some resistance from her and there was action from her side. But it was all positive and while she bucked and twisted around, it was in gay abandon. Her hands feverishly moved over my back and grabbing my ass she tried to push me deeper inside her.
She was a wild lover. She grunted and groaned and as she approached orgasm scratched at my back. She moaned and gasped and came with a scream, much before I did. As I lay spent she got down on her knees and went after my limp cock caressing it back to erection. Suddenly, shattering the silence, the doorbell rang. She went down and came back in half an hour’s time
“It is my husband. Bastard has come home drunk and gone to sleep. We have the house to ourselves.” she commented before pinning me back onto the cot and taking my cock in her mouth. This time she rode me like a wild stallion, her magnificent dark mane and big boobs keeping time with each stroke she made. He big ass hitting my buttocks made plopping sounds which was a great turn on. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. I brought it down to my mouth and nipped at the nipples. I tried to put the whole into my mouth one after the other and sucked at it. Then I blew at the nipple making it stand erect. She lowered her mouth onto mine. Her hot tongue played with mine before she blazed a trail downwards. She nibbled and nipped on my neck and shoulders before moving down. She sucked at my nipples and bit it. It felt like heaven. The suddenly she increased the tempo and again she came with a big moan. This time I also came simultaneously.
Early next morning I woke up to find the bed near me empty and looked through the connecting door to find her naked riding her naked husband having the devil of an orgasm. Soon my breakfast was at my door, this time with a radiant bearer. It is now a decade since I started living with them. Hers is an excellent example of how you can keep two husbands happy at the same time, although one was not legally married. The poor bugger is now no more. But he had a very happy ending, he died in his sleep one day, the last thing he did before he died was unload his cum into his wife’s magnificent pussy. We have a daughter. Although she is ours, her husband died under the mistaken, happy impression that she was his. Both of us didn’t feel like disabusing him of the impression. Even now we are not married although we are just like any married couple. She says she likes to fantasise that she is having an illicit relationship with her young lover. She says being a mistress is far more exciting than a wife and it makes you work harder at keeping the relation going. As long as her beautiful boobs and delightful pussy are mine for the taking I don’t mind anything.