“Dylan, I want you to meet Madelyn.”
The year was 2012 and I was sitting at a white table in the outdoor seating area of a restaurant, where they had fake vines wrapped around the door way. We were spending our holiday in the beautiful city of Nice, where everyone always wore white.
I was in my denim shirt and black jeans while my father was wearing a Ralph Lauren baby blue shirt and beige chinos…I fucking hate chinos. The woman who was sitting next to him was his girlfriend of 4 months. The night at the restaurant was my first time seeing her.
A lady with class
“Hello Dylan, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
She raised her hand out to grasp mine in a firm handshake. Her palms were soft and the shade of her nails matched the colour of her skin. Her hair looked like the leaves of Autumn, and her lips looked immaculate. Furthermore, her green dress showed off her figure very well, where her curves were in all of the right places. But there was nothing more beautiful than the sight of her black glossy shoes slowly tapping on the concrete floor. She was a woman with class.
“What has my Dad been saying to you?”
I asked politely.
“Just what an amazing son you are to him.”
I looked at my Father and he smiled at me as he wrapped one of his arms around Madelyn’s shoulder. The display of affection made me feel a little depressed due to the fact that he didn’t love my Mother anymore.
The break-up was acrimonious and I still remembered the day when my parents sat me down and told me that they weren’t going to be together anymore. I was heartbroken at first, but then I realised that it was something that I had to accept. I had to be mature more than my other friends who went through the same thing as I did, but it was harder for me to deal with since my Mother chose to move to her homeland in Belgium. I wasn’t sure what I was more stressed about at the time, the fact that my Mother subtly abandoned me, or that I didn’t have anyone who could teach me French.
“He’s also been telling me that you want to be a French linguist.”
“Yeah that’s right, I’ve asked my teachers to add me onto their list for GCSE French.”
“What else do you want to study?”
“Well, I have to do compulsory subjects which are Maths, Science, English Language and English Literature. Then I’ve picked History, R.E, Sociology, I.T, and German.”
“You’re doing German and French?”
“I’m a language lover, plus it would be very good for me when I go to Belgium to see my Mum again.”
“You better make sure you do well at Maths, though, and you should continue with it once you go into college.”
My Father butted in. He was always pushing me to do Maths because he believed that it is the most important subject that anyone should learn. Since he had an avid interest in number, my Dad has had a successful career in accounting. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his favourite porn search was ‘sexy maths teacher’.
A waiter in a black waistcoat and white shirt walked over to our table with our dinner. I ordered a prawn paella, my Father had squid and Madelyn had steak. I couldn’t stop watching her cutting her food so delicately and placing the little chunks in between her lips. She must have liked a lot of meat in her mouth.
“Dylan…”
I looked up when my Father spoke.
“Me and Madelyn like each other a lot and…”
I continued to eat my food as he struggled to find his words.
“Well, we were thinking that if you’re ok with it, then maybe you wouldn’t mind having one more person in the house.”
I held the fork away from my lips for a moment before putting it back down on the plate to look at him firmly.
“What do you mean ‘one more person in the house’?”
“Madelyn will be moving in with us once we go back to London.”
“William, I thought you were going to say it gently.”
Madelyn muttered under her breath.
“But you two have only been dating for a few months.”
My tone changed instantly.
“Well, we’ve gotten to know each other very well and we want to take the opportunity to grasp the moment.”
“You could have talked to me about it properly, though…”
“Your Mother and I divorced when you were 11, she moved back to Belgium before your 12th birthday, and now you’re a 14-year-old teenager who hasn’t had a Mother figure for 2 years; that’s too much time lost.”
I tried to keep my composure as I stared at both my Father and Madelyn. I was confused.
“You two are just planning on moving in together, it’s not like you’re going to get married.”
“We don’t know what might happen in the future.”
My lip started to tremble and started to lose my equanimity.
“Can we talk about this later? I don’t want to feel like crap for the remainder of my holiday.”
My Father tried to reply back but was abruptly interrupted by Madelyn with the touch of her hand on his. I glared at the gesture and saw the waiter coming back to our table. I waved my hand at him to call him over.
“Que pouvaise-je faire pour vous, monsieur?”
“Vin rouge, sil vous plait.”
As the waiter walked off, Madelyn looked sharply at me.
“Did you just order yourself wine?”
“Yes, I did.”
“If you love France, you’d know that the minimum drinking age here is 18.”
My Father butted in once more.
“And if you know anything about France, the people here don’t care since their aim is not to get drastically drunk…or do anything unpredictable like considering marriage after a few months of being together.”
The pair was left speechless, but I didn’t care and watched the waiter returning to the table with a bottle of dry Merlot. I use to sneak into my Father’s wine cupboard to drink small shots of Merlot or Sauvignon…I didn’t know why I had shot glasses, I was 13 and wanted to try some of them.
I clutched onto a wine glass and poured myself a fair amount of the juicy liquid into it. I took a big gulp and scrunched my face as I swallowed the wine, before I rubbed my face and looked down at my food. The whole conversation made me nauseous.
Talking dirty in French
I kept saying to myself that the year 2015 will be a good year for me, despite the fact that my Father and Madelyn decided to tie the knot in 2014, and that my body went through a lot of changes since I was 14.
But I thought to myself that I was 17, I’d achieved high grades in my GCSE’s and that I would do well in my A-levels, no matter how much I struggle to keep my bodily functions in place.
Every time I saw a boring women’s magazine such as ‘Cosmopolitan’ or ‘Marie Claire’, A bulge began to show whenever I see a sexy celebrity on the front cover like Kate Bosworth or Olivia Wilde. I couldn’t help but buy those kinds of magazines and rush into the quietest toilet cubicle in college, where I’d lock the door, pull down my jeans and pleasure myself as I squeezed lube on my dick. It became clear to me that I didn’t get turned on by girls around my age, but women who were around their 30’s or 40’s…
I was studying in the kitchen but I couldn’t concentrate on my work because Madelyn was busy washing the dishes. It wasn’t because she was being noisy, it was because she was wearing another perfect dress that showed off her beautiful figure. Her ass looked like it was chiselled by Zeus himself. It looked so round and soft, she could have been the reincarnation of Hera herself.
My Father walked into the room with his black suit wrapped in a plastic case along with his suitcase placed near the table.
“Are you going to head off soon, darling?”
“Yeah, I can’t be late. The taxi is going to turn up in a minute and it’s a long drive to Heathrow.”
He was too snobby to book a flight from Gatwick even though it was settled closer to where we lived.
“How long are you going for again, Dad?”
“Hopefully, two weeks. If not, then I won’t return for about a month. My company is setting up a new branch in Zurich, so they need the most experienced people there to train the new staff.”
“You’ll have me to keep you company, Dylan.”
Madelyn spoke in a comforting tone to reassure me that I won’t be by myself in the house. I heard a car pulling up on our driveway and I turned my head to see a traditional black taxi waiting outside to pick my Dad up.
“Right, honey. I got to go now.”
He tenderly caressed Mandelyn’s face and kissed her on the cheek before grabbing his things and running towards the front door.
“I’ll see you then.”
“See ya!”
I heard the door slam and I turned my attention back to my work. Madelyn walked over to me and I caught a glimpse of her cleavage in my face.
“So, Dylan…”
She perched herself on the table and leant towards me.
“What do you want to do tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what do you want to do tonight? Do you want to me to get a takeaway for dinner or do you want to go out somewhere?”
“Do you know what I would really like?”
“What’s that?”
I pulled my chair further into the table to hide the bulge that started to grow between my legs.
“I want to have Ratatouille.”
“Ratatouille? You’ve should have been born as a French man.”
“I think that too, I love France.”
“I use to live in Marseilles so I’m quite fluent in the language…if you need someone to help you with your pronunciation then I can help you.”
I didn’t pay attention to what she was saying as I couldn’t stop staring at her voluptuous breasts, they looked so good, I could have just pulled her dress down and suck on them all day.
“Well, I’m going to go out to get some food now.”
She lifted herself off the table to put on the glossy black shoes that I loved me on so much, it really didn’t help me with my hard on.
“I won’t be out for long. I’ll see you soon.”
Madelyn grabbed her purse and walked out of the front door with grace. The moment I heard the door shut, I pulled out my throbbing cock and began to play with myself once more. The thought of Madelyn stripping in front of me while I was working on my French work made my tip moist with pre-cum. I kept thinking about all of the dirty words she could have said to me while her dress fell to the floor, revealing her beautiful body and her lustrous black laced underwear.
“J’ai envie de toi…Doigtes-moi…Baises moi…”
The words of ‘I want you.’, ‘Finger me.’ and ‘Fuck me.’ replayed in my mind like a broken record. My breathing quickened and my moaning became louder until I exploded all over the kitchen floor. My hands were sticky and my back was covered in sweat. I needed to have a shower before Madelyn realised that I did something dirty in the kitchen.
A hunger I needed to satisfy
The evening arrived and I had to mop the kitchen floor quickly before my Step-Mom returned back home. My work was still settled on the table but I gave my revision a rest and poured myself a small glass of Merlot. I saw her walking into the kitchen with a large amount of bags being carried into the room. I couldn’t watch her soft hands get sore by the weight of the food, so I immediately grabbed all of them and placed them straight onto the kitchen worktops.
“Thank you, Dylan, that was really thoughtful of you to do that.”
“Don’t worry, Madelyn…I wanted to help you.”
She smiled at me and I couldn’t help but blush a little.
“I’ll start cutting up some vegetables, I don’t want you to stay hungry any longer.”
She walked over to the counter and took out a chopping board and a knife before she picked out some tomatoes from the shopping bag to cut them into small chunks. I didn’t know what was happening to my body. My bulge started to grow again and I couldn’t stop watching her motion of her wrist as she sliced the tomatoes one by one.
I needed her.
I walked right up to where her back was and played with her hair with my fingertips. I felt her freeze, she didn’t move an inch. I didn’t know whether I should continue with it or not, but it got to the point where all the blood from my brain flowed down to my hard, throbbing cock.
I placed my hands over hers and softly grasped them as she began to squeeze the juices out of the tomatoes. I heard her breathe slow and hard while I trailed my tongue along her neck. I was surprised that she didn’t stop me in my tracks or asked me what the fuck I was doing. All of those thoughts and doubts were put to rest when her ass started to rub against my crotch.
We slowly started dry humping each other and I watched her as she struggled to cut the tomatoes. Madelyn just gave up and placed her wet hands behind her back to feel my pulsating manhood with her fingers. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I just picked her up from behind and placed her ass on the counter where the food was, My hands were sliding up from her thighs and around her cunt, the smell of her own juices lingered from her pants.
I grabbed her legs and rested them on my shoulders as I nuzzled my face in between the crevice of her pussy, licking her through her underwear as I forcefully pulled down her dress and felt both of her tender tits. Her nipples were already hard and I teased her by pinching them. She began to grind her pelvis against my mouth as I pulled her pants aside to suck on her sensitive clit.
“Aren’t you into younger girls? I’m almost twice your age!”
Madelyn breathed out.
“No, you’re perfect.”
I whispered back before I turned her over and pulled down the zip on her dress with my teeth. After throwing it across the kitchen floor, I stared at Madelyn’s gorgeous naked body. I bit my bottom lip as I undressed myself to reveal my fresh, manly body and majestic cock. Her eyes opened up when she saw how huge I was. ‘Good’ I thought, that was the reaction I wanted to see.
Once again, I grasped hold on both of her legs and rubbed the tip of my dick along her juicy slit. I was going crazy, sweat began to trickle down my back again before I entered her. I wanted to give her a surprise so I thrust myself inside her. Hard. All of a sudden, a scream escaped from her lips before I swung my hips back and forth, in and out of her drenched pussy, again and again. I leant over her body and I sucked on her tits, licking and nibbling on her nipples softly.
From then, the time for food preparation turned into an hour of sexual madness. I carried Madelyn onto another counter and pushed her legs apart so I could fuck her while she was on her side, where it gave me the chance to rub her clit in a circular motion. After 10 minutes, she pushed me away and made me lie on the kitchen floor as she began to squat on my shaft. Her hands clutched hold of mine and placed them on her breasts once more, she must have loved the feel of someone playing with her tits. We twisted our bodies into a final, eccentric position, where my crotch was placed right in front of her face as she tried to suck the cum out of my dick. I thrust my dick into her mouth hard and fast as one of my hands was feeling her cunt once more, slipping three fingers inside her hole repeatedly.
She was getting close. I was getting close. I felt my load filling up inside my shaft as I was getting ready to explode. I wasn’t sure if I should cum in her mouth, so I tried to pull out but she grabbed one of my ass cheeks and pushed my cock further down her throat. That was what made me climax.
Some of my cum sprayed inside her mouth while the rest of it splattered her face and chest like a painting. My fingers were drenched by her juices and I took the opportunity to taste them by licking my fingers. I watched Madelyn trying to catch her breath as the cum began to trickle down her face. She suddenly looked at me, I wasn’t sure what she was going to say or what she was going to do, I just stared back…until she spoke.
“You wanted my pussy for dinner, didn’t you?”
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I was alone one evening as my wife had gone to do some shopping. She said she would not be long as her friend Lisa was calling. I was flicking through TV channels and came across a very sexy programme .Lots of ladies undressed and having fun. This made me horny and I began to play with my dick through my pants. I soon got an erection and pulled my pants down to my knees as I was going to have a nice wank as I was alone. I closed my eyes and began rubbing my shaft nice and gently. Just then I realised I was not alone in the room as my wife friend Lisa had just come in and watching me .I was startled and began to fix my clothes .As my pants were down around my knees I could not get them up.Then Lisa walked over in front of me and asked if she could help. In a flash she was on her knees in front of me and started playing with my cock which was fully erect. Lisa is a lady on her early forties a little bit over weight but this suited her as she had large tits and a well formed rear end.As she was very friendly with my wife I kept my distance but got caught many times admiring her features. I was now close to cumming ,but Lisa put her face down and started licking the tip of my cock and then took my full cock in her mouth.I had now found her huge nipples and was pulling hard on them.The harder I pulled them the harder she sucked my cock.. I knew immediately that this lady was well used to giving blow jobs. I was now very close to cumming and could not hold my load any longer. Most ladies let go of your cock at the last minute as you shoot your load all over her. Lisa held on to my cock and I exploded in her mouth, and to my delight swallowed all my cum.
I was glad we were finished as my wife was due shortly. Lisa had other ideas and now told me it was her turn. She quickly removed her skimpy knickers and lay back on the couch and started playing with her pussy.She pulled my head down and ordered me to lick her pussy which was now dripping wet but tasted very sweet. .Very soon I could feel her stiffen up and knew she was about to shoot her load.When she came the noises were very loud and I hoped the neighbours would not hear. I began to get up but she pulled my head down and say one more. I was worried my wife would walk in on us.Again Lisa s orgasm was very noisy. Again she held my head there and said one more. This final one was the noisiest of all,but there is nothing like a lady underneath you having a screaming orgasm. .Just then the door bell rang.Lisa rushed to the loo to clean herself up.It was my wife at the door. She rang the bell as she had forgotten her key. I f she had got her key with her she would have witnessed Lisa s last orgasm. When Lisa came out of the bathroom she gave my wife a hug. I then noticed Lisa s knickers on the floor which I picked up showed it to her behind my wife and put it in my pocket .
That was nearly 2 years ago now and myself and Lisa meet up about every 6 weeks for some naughty fun without any commitment .We have given blow jobs in our cars and have had sex outdoors on a few occasions. We are also getting braver .The last time we had full sex was when Lisa s husband was watching a rugby match. Our next goal is to have sex in my house while my wife is at home. We will have to put a bit of thought into this.
Will keep you posted