Catherine was an attractive woman, in her early forties, some would call her a fit-mum or hot-wife. A little on the larger side after having kids, she made a real effort to get back in shape when she hit forty. Now she was always exercising and never without her Lorna Jane running tights and sports top. While a health thing, in reality, it was a desperate attempt to gain her husband's sexual attention.

Alas it failed, he was more interested in work and rugby. To be honest she only stayed with him because he was a good father to their teenage kids. While a failure of sorts, she derived great pleasure from the number of men who stared at her curves while jogging. This had a little to do with her now incredible body, and more to do with her jogging in 'no-show's' and ass hugging tights pulled up way too high, producing an incredible camel-toe!

A conservative middle class woman In a sexual drought during her prime, Catherine had been disturbed by recurring fantasies of a stranger having his way with her. As she read more, she realised she wasn't sick, and didn't want such a thing to actually happen. Her fantasies were more her subconscious's way of saying, step outside your comfort zone and try something different.

She wanted, no, actually, she needed a respectful man to take charge, be dominant and have his way with her. Someone who could take control, but in such a way that she wanted to submit completely. Above all she was tired of coming home from her morning run and masturbating in the shower while fantasising about a handsome stranger dragging her into the bushes while jogging.
Unable to do anything with her husband, she bit the bullet and joined an adult dating site where she soon found a married man, Jeffrey. A true gentleman with a rough edge, they had met for coffee. Catherine couldn't believe how well they got on, she talked about her fantasy. Discussing every detail, they agreed to play out her fantasy for their first sexual encounter.

Early Saturday evening found Catherine busy fluttering around the house sipping chardonnay in her customary tights and sports top. The butterflies in her stomach were driving her wild. Her husband and kids were away for the weekend and Jeffrey was due any minute. Her body tingled all over and she was swollen and moist with anticipation.

With a creaking sound, she heard the front door open and close. Not wanting to spoil what he had planned she turned her back and made busy humming to herself. Suddenly a hand covered her mouth and one held her arms tight against her body. "Be quite and no one gets hurt", whispered the voice.

She nodded excitedly as he reached down her tights, tore the lacy g-string off and stuffed it in her mouth. He then placed duct tape over her mouth and bound her wrists behind her. Turning around she was taken back by the balaclava. A little realistic and not what they discussed, it was still exciting.
Mmmmm, she knew that scent anywhere, polo by Ralph Lauren. Jeffrey had a touch of class about him and those dark warm eyes. This was a very caring man. He pulled her tights down and she stepped out of them. "Mmm mmm" he mumbled as he slid a finger between her lips and savoured her sweet sexual aroma, before ripping her sports top open and pinching both nipples firmly causing them to harded and send tingling pulses through her body.

It hurt but she was unable to scream and so excited and swollen she didn't care. He lead her to the master bedroom where he threw her on the bed like a rag doll. Parting her thighs he slid down to taste her. "Ohhh, he's freshly shaven, and thank God I waxed the other day " she thought as his lips met her labia.

Gently he licked around her pussy exciting every nerve in her body. This was the sort of thrill she was looking for. He parted her legs further and lifted them pushing her knees to her chest. She knew how exposed she looked like this and he took in the view. Pert little breasts with firm nipples, a swollen pussy, with hardened clit poking out begging for attention. And of course her tight little freckle.

Just as she hoped, he started licking her clitoris. Gently up and over from the bottom. Running his tongue around her magic spot. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he started flicking his tongue over the tip. The anticipation, the stimulation and the feeling of being so vulnerable combined to push her over the edge. Her body exploded in convulsions of extacy. He backed off and stroked her beautiful creamy thighs as her shaking subsided. Again she wondered why it took her so long to act on her fantasy. This was the best orgasm she'd had in years!

With her body calmed he slid two fingers in her moistness and started rubbing that spot inside. Gentle, slow and rhythmical to begin with, he slowly gained speed and intensity. Catherine couldn't concentrate now, she could only feel the pleasure building deep within her. As if he was reading her mind he slid his thumb up and pressed firmly on her clit. She tried to moan but the sound stayed in her. This is going to be huge she thought. At that point he swapped his thumb for his tongue and her body exploded again. The spasms ripping through her sweaty body causing her to thrust her pussy into his face, grinding the fingers deeper in her. She thrust her pussy in his face again and again. This climax wasn't going to stop!

As she struggled for breath her pleasure subsided as gently as calm waters lapping on a lake shore. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers. 'Oh my God' his cock was bigger than the pictures he'd sent! Next came the shirt, she could see his body standing over her ready for his final lustful act. Still bound, she was his virtual sex doll to do with, and fuck anyway that took his fancy.
Placing her legs over his shoulders he parted her labia and placed the head of penis between. Slowly he slid the head in, opening her up as she arched her back and squirmed with pleasure. But he didn't plunge in, he was a tease and pulled back leaving her wanting more. Starting a SLOW rhythm, he re-entered but only head deep. Catherine tried to wiggle and thrust her hips to get deeper but couldn't. Had her arms been free she'd have pulled him deeper in her.

After multiple strokes like this, he looked her in the eyes, seeing her lust and longing. She saw the caring eyes of a man who knew exactly how to please a woman. The next thrust was again slow, stretching her open, but this time he kept going deeper and deeper. All the way in. She was stretched open in every direction and engulfed by an almost painful full feeling. Alas he withdrew and the next stroke only went head deep. This drove her crazy. She wanted to scream 'fuck me!' but couldn't.

He continued this torment for at least five minutes. Entering her head deep a few times, then taking a slow deep stroke on occasion. Every so often, hard and fast he thrust all the way in, to Catherine's extatic moans. Gradually the shallow strokes became fewer, replaced by firm deep rhythmical strokes. Each one touching and stretching every surface in her pussy. He gradually gained pace, hitting deep inside her, staring equally as deep into her eyes and soul. There was a growing connection and this was becoming equal parts a mental and physical fuck. Her moans and cries of extacy all the while muffled by panties and duct tape.

Eventually he withdrew and rolled her on her side, lifted her leg and thrust himself into her sideways. Was it his smooth cock rubbing her g-spot continually or the fact he must have been an inch deeper in her? The point was mute as her next climax gripped his penis so tight he couldn't thrust any more.

Finally he rolled her onto her stomach grabbed her petite hips and lifted her onto her knees. With a firm push from behind she was bent over grinding her face and breasts into the dooner. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she thought. He didn't need to be asked, her beautiful bum and pussy in front of him was all the invitation he needed. Slowly he entered her again with long, firm strokes that rubbed hard on her g-spot and stretched her pussy to its limits. As he gained pace she climaxed again. She was ready to stop, her body was exhausted, but he kept going. He grabbed her long hair and lifted her head off the bed. At the same time he held her bound wrists, forcing her to arch her back and allowing him deeper inside.

'Arghhhhhhhh' she moaned as he used his grip on her to pull her back on his cock, increasing the speed and intensity. 'Arggh-rggh-rggh-rggh' she had lost all sense of her surroundings, her body was being shaken and stimulated. Even her pert breasts were slamming back and forth. Struggling to breath she thought she was going to passout when, as if a spotlight shone on her, for a magic moment everything was calm and still, before exploding into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body shook violently with his. Her pussy so tight he screamed and couldn't thrust as his cock pumped wave after wave of warm cum in her. He let her go and her body collapsed on the bed, shaking all over she was still impaled on him, her pussy milking every last drop of cum as her muscles continued to contract.

Some minutes passed when Catherine, still tingling all over, heard him whisper 'you've been most cooperative ma' am'. He patted her beautiful bottom cheeks and loosened but didn't remove the tape from her wrists. And with a distant click she heard the front door close.

Catherine freed her hands and removed the tape and panties from her mouth . Looking down at herself she saw how much juice and cum were dripping from her. Drenched in sweat, she smelt like sex and loved it! She began massaging her pussy with their sexual fluids. She sat up in her marital bed, sipped the last of her chardonnay and felt extreme pride for acting out such a fantasy, daring to have her first ever affair and mostly for having the best sex of her life! She was happy.
She thought of Jeffrey and the last two hours of pleasure they'd had and decided to send him a thank you message. As she scrolled to his name her heart stopped and blood froze, a horrific cold chill gripped her. There was an hour old message from Jeffrey, it read "Sorry I can't make it tonight at emergency, daughter has broken leg."