Growing up as a typically over aroused young guy, I'd always fancied a married woman who lived nearby. They were both professionals and far too high and mighty for most people in our neighbourhood. She was always well dressed in tight little business suits, heels and what I hoped were stockings, that showed off her long legs and trim figure. We had never really spoke beyond the usual polite exchanges and I remained a distant polite admirer until I went off to Uni'.

Her lawyer husband was all friendly when I returned home in the summer and offered me some painting work (the outside of his house). I think he was impressed at a rough guy being educated. Anyway suffice to say I would turn up early and he'd usually be gone in the mornings. She'd usually answer the door in a rush to get to work and I'd watch her slide in elegantly to her BMW as I began my painting, thinking how much I wanted to jump in with her and fuck her over the leather upholstery. Obviously I quickly started turning up a little earlier in the hope of missing her husband, but catching her half dressed. It only seemed to inflame my frustrations. The door answered with her shirt not quite buttoned, or her heels not on was the best it got. When I turned up extra early, either he'd still be there or she'd be in a respectable gown. Until one day I knocked and received no answer, I presumed she was already left as the car wasn't in the drive, so just carried on. I obviously headed straight up the ladder to paint around the bedroom, just on the off chance, and low and behold, through the window I saw her walking in from their adjoining ensuite naked bar a towel around her hair - she'd presumably been in the shower. My erection almost knocked me off the ladder, as she walked into the light, firm big DD tits bouncing, her hair in a towel, her body still glistening wet to touch. She turned round and I caught a perfect view of a nice womanly arse as she reached into her drawers and began to adorn herself in stockings and suspenders. I couldn't believe my luck watching her dress, pulling on matchng suspenders, bra and little french g-string. It was only as the show was finally drawing to a close when I noticed that my reflection was vaguely discernable in her wardrobe mirrors. A coy "Good morning" was all she said without even looking up as she got into the car. I knew I'd been caught and made sure I left early that night so not to bump into her guy.

I turned up late the next day, feeling a little shameful I must say and just got straight on with the painting. I was surprised given the late time, when her husband came out of the house. After a while inspecting the painting he finally beckoned me telling me to follow him into the house. I walked in cautiously, being polite I knew I was in the wrong, but a little indignant, I was after all a young guy. I walked into the sitting room to find them both there. I was expecting trouble when I heard the first words "My wife is an elegant, respectable woman, you willl agree?". I nodded "And yet she tells me that you have been turning up early for work with what I imagine are lurid thoughts". I was horrified and looked at her and slowly nodding I tried to apologise so embarassed in front of her looking so dignified. I'll never forget she was in a neat little two piece business suit, with heels and what I definitely knew were stockings, as I could not help but notice her stocking tops were showing just a little. "And even now, you cannot resist sneaking a look at her can you?" I heard him say, as I tried to look away, trying to utter an apology. But before I could he'd spoken again, but the next took a moment to register. "So are you just going to keep looking or are you going to do something about it?"

The moment lasted a lifetime, yet a millisecond as I looked at him, grinning and then turned to look at her. Her look gone from dignified, wronged woman, to a foxy, trim, neat late thirties brunette built for fucking. I stooped to kiss her passionately and her hands were pulling my overalls down, exploring my body, as I practically ripped her jacket open to reveal her gorgeous heaving DD chest, exploring her body with my young hands, her skirt hitched up already to reveal a shaven and very moist quim as she found my hardness with her mouth, and I was already moving around so we were quickly entwined in a 69. I felt another pair of hands running up her stockinged legs, teasing her knowingly and looked up to see, what I thought was a very straight lawyer, now naked with a very crooked smile! I moved aside slightly and he took over from licking her perfect little snatch as she groaned sucking my cock, as I fondled her gorgeous tits. Knowing her intimately she was quickly wimpering with orgasm as he teased her clit whilst pressing her g-spot. No sooner had her body stopped quivering when she was up, demanding "fuck me now" to me, rather a command than request. And who was I to resist, her now on all fours, in only stockings, suspenders and heels, her husbands hard cock in her mouth, big tits swinging freely.

A young man trying to be patient I ran the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, but she just pushed back and my cock was enveloped by her glistening lips. I almost blew my load immediately, she felt so good, the sight of this posh, big breasted, normally elegant woman, now sucking furiously on one cock, whilst pushing back on another, groaning and gasping where she could, her mouth so full. I reached round to tease her clit whilst fucking her and she just pushed back harder. Wriggling her arse as she approached another orgasm. It was too much for a 19 year old guy. "I'm going to come I cried". "On my face" she replied, which shocked me so much I almost didn't, which was just what she wanted as she turned around pushing her arse to her husband and took me again in her mouth, running her tongue up and down my shaft, looking me in the eyes as she wanked me, running her tongue round the head of my cock, sucking my balls, until I blew my load all over her mouth, face and hair. I couldn't believe it, seeing this model suburban house wife, now pushing back on her guys cock, who was now inserting not one, but two fingers into her anus, my gism all over her, cleaning up my young cock as she pushed back to envelope her husband with her now very wet pussy.

The advantage of youth quickly became apparent. The sight was just so good. "Oooh, hardening again already" she said between licks of, my already growing member, and avidly and quickly took to the task of making me hard again. It didn't take much, watching this filthy, yet stunning housewife, fondling her big tits, as she pushed back on her guys cock, sucking me, licking me, trying to deliver as much pleasure as she was having.

"Maybe this time you'd like to come on my pussy" she said. Moving around as her husband positioned himself below her. She gasped as she lowered her anus onto his cock. Pulling me towards her, guiding my cock into her awaiting pussy and we were entwined. Pushing deep inside her, filling her splendid and now very wet pussy as her husband filled that lovel arse, she was wriggling around madly on his cock, literally screaming to the rafters with delight, and I furiously pumped away as young men do, driving deep inside her, the combined fury of us sending her to another spiralling orgasm......

I took a very long time painting their house that summer, I can tell you.