Chapter 1 - Boredom
There are times, thought Susan, when enough is just not enough.
She looked at the vibrator she had just withdrawn from her pussy, wet and glistening with her juices, and licked languidly up the length. If only Alec was this big, she thought, perhaps I'd not have to spend my days with a vibrator.
The crash of something metallic against the bedroom window startled her, bringing her back to the here and now, away from the fantasy of a secret lover that she'd been indulging herself with.
Still holding the vibrator to her lips and stark naked, she got off the bed and walked to the window.
Jeff was having a bad day. Window cleaning was tedious and repetitive, and the only bit of pleasure on a boring day like today was the vicarious pleasure he got from imaging what went on in the bedrooms he got to look into. Nobody had lace curtains these days, and people didn't keep their bedrooms neat and tidy either. Sometimes there would be a made up bed, pillows and throw cushions fashionably arranged like the cover of a magazine, but more often people seemed to just get out of bed and leave it. Sometimes there was lingerie scattered about, and he could try to imagine the woman who had worn it. If he was very lucky he knew the woman, not closely, just as someone who opened the door and paid in cash. But to see their underwear was a real treat. Not that he was a pervert. He couldn't help seeing what was there in front of him, could he? It's not like he was going out of his was to peep, he was just cleaning their windows, and if they couldn't be bothered to fit lace curtains…
Dragging his bucket in his free hand, Jeff's head rose above the window sill and he peered in, straight at Susan's neatly trimmed, black minge. It didn't click what he was looking to start with and he took three more steps before his brain registered and his legs stopped climbing. But now he was staring straight at the biggest, roundest pair of tits that he'd seen in a long while.
The window opened, causing him to lean precariously back, away from the ladder, to avoid it. A hand reached out, grabbed his T-Shirt and pulled. Jeff was up the ladder and through the open window like the proverbial rat up a drainpipe.
Standing in front of the most gorgeously beautiful woman he had possibly ever had the good fortune to have seen, Jeff was stunned in to silence, if not inaction. His bucket hit the carpet, sloshing water, but his shirt was off before he had straightened up.
Susan was impressed. Jeff was no office worker. Spending day after day climbing ladders had given him sculpted pecs and a six-pack, all of which glistened with sweat, despite the cool breeze blowing through the open window. Susan shivered, suddenly overly aware of how hard her thick, but short, pink nipples were. Jeff felt it too and turned and pulled the window closed behind him, only to turn back and find Susan sinking to her knees. This clearly wasn't some misunderstanding, she was naked because she wanted sex. The vibrator and bottle of lube laying on the bed confirmed that. Jeff started to undo his belt.
Oh, please, he's so fit, please don't let him be a steroid-taking, gym junkie with shrivelled balls and a tiny prick, thought Susan. But she wasn't disappointed. With her help, his jeans came down to reveal that not only was he going combat, but he had the biggest, thickest, circumcised cock she'd seen since High School. Not since Rod had nearly split her in two whilst taking her virginity in the back of his father's Mazda. Rod by name and Rod by nature. Why had she ever given him up for Alec? Oh yes, money! But this, this was proper. This massive cock, rock hard and solid looking, curved up and out from a pair of muscly thighs, like a rhinoceros horn. Susan put both hands to it and pulled it to her mouth. The window cleaner groaned in delight and his hands gripped her head, moving it in time with his hips as, with bended knee, he swung them back and forth, fucking her mouth with enthusiasm.
“Oh, yes, my beauty,'' he said, speaking for the first time and revealing a West Country accent.
He was vigorous and seemingly determined to finish quickly, but Susan wasn't having that. If a cock like this was coming into her life, it wasn't going to be wasted cumming in her mouth. She pulled back and got up, moving backwards to the bed so that she could lay down and spread her legs, her knees raised as she perched her feet on the edge of the bed.
Jeff couldn't believe his eyes. Her tits were spectacular, and now he could see that her pussy was actually shaved. What he'd seen before was just a neatly trimmed triangle, no bigger than a small G-String would cover, that just advertised her womanliness before giving way to flamboyant pink lips and a gaping pussy. That would do. He licked his hand, rubbed it over the distended dome atop his erection, and guided it into her.
Susan gasped, feeling a second of pain as the unfamiliar width pushed her apart. She'd bought a big vibrator, in part, because she knew it intimidated Alec. But this was way bigger.
“Don't cum in me,” she instructed, “I'm not on the pill.”
Jeff muttered something indecipherable under his breath, and slammed into her, his hands reaching for her tits as he started to fuck her with gusto.
Oh, it's a good job I just came on my vibe and am nice and wet, thought Susan, as Jeff pounded her as she'd not been pounded since a she was a teenager.
Oh, this was good. Jeff was snorting like an angry bull, slamming into her with every stroke, obviously getting very near to climax.
“Don't cum,” she repeated, anxious now that he was unstoppable.
“URGH!” he grunted suddenly, pulling out of her and firing a heavy rope of cum through the air to fall across her from face to belly. His hand stroked his cock now, and twice more he came, dumping two more dollops of cum into her cleavage and on her belly. He grunted again and stood up, grinning inanely.
Susan looked down at the spunk, already slithering down her chest and pooling around her umbilicus. She trailed her fingers through it, her tongue licking her lips and tasting what had landed on her face. She smiled and looked up.
“Jeff,” said the window cleaner, sticking out his hand. Susan looked him, unable to reconcile the vigorous shagging of seconds ago with a naked Adonis suddenly wanting to shake hands. Although no Greek god ever seemed to have a cock like Jeff had. Softening now, it still hung down, like a baby's arm holding an apple.
“Don't forget to do round the back. Knock on the back door when you've finished and I'll let you in. You can do inside as well, if you want.” Susan was full aware of all the double entendres. “Susan, nice to meet you, Jeff.” She stood up, shook his hand, then turned and headed for the bathroom.
I can't believe I just fucked the window cleaner, giggled Susan to herself, climbing into the shower. And before I even knew his name. No condom, no protection, nothing. You slut, Sue, you dirty slut. She trailed her finger up her abdomen, wiping off some spunk before the water reached it, and sucked her finger into her mouth. Ah, spunk, nice spunk, not all coffee and spicy food. He must eat a healthy diet, all green veggies and lots of fruit. She imagined Jeff striding towards her, his huge cock waving solidly before him as he bit down with gleaming white teeth in to a crisp, green apple. Susan shuddered, and her fingers rubbed at her pussy. She wanted to feel him cum in her. Back door it would have to be. Why didn't I go back on pill? Her thoughts wandered to what had become of her sex life, such as it was. Surely Alec can't be off me forever, and lactating stopping pregnancy is just a myth, I know that.
Susan climbed out of the shower and wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel. Her mind went back to the way Jeff's eyes had roamed over her naked body. Pure lust. I'll give him a treat, she mused. After all, I can't roam the house naked for no reason at all, can I? Her hands traced her curves. It was less than two months since she'd given birth. Two months since the event that had traumatised her husband so much that he couldn't even look at her in 'that way' any more, never mind make love to her, even if it was with his diminutive prick. Two months of crashing depression, depression so bad that she was medicated and her lovely young son was in care. Her hands squeezed her breasts, feeling the milky fullness and knowing the time was approaching when she must use the pump and fill more of the bottles that were collected in the fridge before being delivered to her son. At least he was still getting her milk, not formula. And she did get to feed him on Sundays on supervised visits.
Wandering back into the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe, casting a glance to the window. It was shut, but needed latching. The glass was crystal clear, obviously washed and polished diligently inside and out. She turned back to her lingerie drawer, pulled out sheer black stockings and rolled them up her legs, pulled on a tiny G-string and then stepped in to black high-heeled shoes. She stroked her upper thighs, feeling how smooth and firm they felt. Her hands pressed against her belly. Almost back to normal, flat and firm. Having a rich husband, a house with your own private gym, and an obsessive desire to regain her looks was working in her favour. She might be a mother, but there was no need to look like one. Pornstar-MILF was more her style. But, just to be sure, she selected her black and lacy, most breast-boosting, wasp-waisted corset, slacked the laces at the back a bit, and squeezed into it. She could hardly breath, or do it up all the way. Her gut was one thing, but her tits were way bigger than they'd been before they got milky. There was just no way she way getting into this. Pouting sulkily, Susan admitted defeat and took it off, finding an older, not so boned and shaped one. One that she should get in and fasten up. She did up the suspender straps and looked in the full length mirror. You look good girl, proper serving-wench tits, proper bulging.
Susan touched up her eye-makeup, rubbed her finger over her vulva, making sure the G-String was seated between her lips, and went downstairs.
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