Once again they won the game even with Joyce distracting Michael with her underwear and this time they easily, eagerly hugged. Joyce leaned into the embrace not turning but allowing her breasts to brush on his chest, her right leg bent at the knee and a foot came off the floor, he hardened at her scent and her closeness and she felt it. They left the court almost frightened to look each other in the eye. Instead of sitting down Joyce made for the door and gaining it she turned. Michael was watching her. She made the tiniest sideways movement with her head to beckon him and he was on his feet.

The door gave onto the lobby which had two more doors; one to the main reception and one to the equipment store. Joyce entered the store with Micahel hard on her heels. She turned and Michael curled his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, she came happily and their kisses were passionate, fast and deep. His hands went to her buttocks slipping under her skirt, it was so delicious to be desired. He stroked and caressed her cheeks and when his hand smoothed around her hip and into her knickers she offered no resistance. He touched her labia and she leaned back with long deep sighs of joy as his fingers gently stroked her pussy, the first touch of a man in years.

Michael wanted to turn her, to lay her on a crash mat but as he tried to, she pushed back. She knew that if she laid down, she’d open her legs for his tongue and when the cock was offered, she’d surrender. The sexual revolution was starting but it wouldn’t include being fully unfaithful to her husband yet.

“No,” she said “you lie down,” she gently pushed him and he fell smiling onto the crash mat. She tugged at his shorts bringing his tight sports briefs with them and his hard cock sprang up. She knelt on the mat, gripped his shaft and as she took him into her mouth she felt the pleasure of warm moisture in her cunt. His hardness was a validation, an affirmation that she still had it, that she was still attractive, the knickers were sexy but it was the girl inside them that he wanted.

It was so wrong. They hadn’t spoken, hadn’t flirted, hadn’t even talked and here she was with his cock in her mouth. The attraction was animal, Michael smelled of fresh male sweat, his cock was hard in her hand and his head filled her mouth like a gobstopper. He was sighing and humming his pleasure when she brought a hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls, he made a deep sound. It was so lovely to pleasure a man she thought, and so simple. Kneeling there in her skimpy knickers sucking a big cock she felt sexy and wanted and alive. While she sucked Michael Joyce thought of Nyall, his thick cock pulsing in his hand, she thought of Rani with two hard cocks in her, how could Andrew not want to be part of this?

She took her mouth to Michael’s balls and her warm wet tongue licked around them as her lips softly sucked for a while. Then she returned and swallowed the phallus as far as she could, she felt excitement like a teenager but with all the experience of a grown woman. She was going to indulge with no nerves and no guilt. She wanked him into her loose lips, pulled him at just the right speed to maximise his pleasure but not to let him cum. She gave him a minute and then wanted two way traffic. She released him and sat up, in a moment she’d moved along his body to offer her cunt to his face,

“Eat me,” she said as an order. She forced the gusset of her knickers into his mouth enjoying the sensation of his lips around the edges of her knickers then she pulled them aside to let him taste her. For long seconds she enjoyed his wriggling lapping tongue but she couldn’t waste time making love; this was fast sex, illicit snatched minutes. She started grinding and gyrating on his greedy mouth, his hands came to her nipples and he pinched her.

Joyce became wanton. This wasn’t her stick in the mud husband who she’d have to face over breakfast, this was Michael, a guy she knew very little about but who’d made clear he wanted her physically. To be wanted she would play the whore, to be desired she’d give him her pussy. She ground her cunt down onto him with two fingers on her clit and she power fucked his face and herself.

Michael had a hand on his cock wanking furiously, he’d never had sex like this before. His timid ex-wife had been on her back a couple of times a month and he wasn’t sure she’d ever orgasmed, Joyce was a revelation. There was no letup, no pause, Joyce rode him like a rodeo queen until her massive orgasm exploded deep in her vagina and she froze, like a quivering statue. Her legs gripping the sides of his skull tightly, love juice leaking from her smothering his mouth with the tangy flavour of ‘fucking horny woman’. She released him and collapsed. She lay still for a moment and then she crawled down Michael’s body until her chin was on his chest. He looked up, she looked serious,

“Let’s finish you,” she said and she suddenly beamed. His head dropped back onto the mat and she went for his cock. It didn’t take much, Michael was on hyper level arousal from the encounter. All the way from first seeing her new knickers to tasting her cum in his mouth he’d been transported. Now the woman was wanking him rhythmically with his tip in her soft lips, her tongue flicking around him and he felt the jolt between his balls and his anus, his cock filled with cum and Joyce felt the hardening that always preceded a man’s ejaculation and then,

“Oh my God.” The words came from Tania Allbright who was framed by the door of the storeroom.

Joyce froze as Michael climaxed and so as he grunted in time with his pumping phallus, his thick ropes of jism hosed onto her open mouth forming sticky white glaciers of hot, salty cum. Time stood still. Tania’s view was of Joyce’s new knickers on display as she bent over Michael’s engorged cock that oozed thick globs of semen. Joyce locked eyes with her and she smiled. ‘Own it’ she told herself.

She pointed her tongue and holding Tania’s eyes, very slowly licked around her mouth taking in all the lovely, slimy, sticky man juice. She closed her mouth, swallowed and smacked her lips. Still gazing at Tania, she said,
“Ladies singles?”

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