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One Saturday, I wanted my 37-year-old husband Chris to go shopping with me, but he refused, so I got mad and went alone.

I was miserable shopping by myself and had a hard time mak­ing up my mind about things I wanted. I really needed help mak­ing decisions.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind me call out, “Hi, Lou­ise!” My heart skipped a beat. It was Tony, an old boyfriend from several years ago-and he was still as good-looking as he’d been when we dated.

One thing I always liked about Tony was his patience when we shopped together. We talked a little, and then I asked him to walk around the shopping centre with me. Three hours later, we were back at his house. One thing I bought while with him was a short, sexy red dress. My husband hates me in red because he says it makes me look slutty, but Tony had always loved the colour on me. After a few stiff drinks, Tony said how much he’d like me to model the red dress for him.

I made him promise not to peek as I went to change. I’d bought some strappy red shoes to go with the dress, so I put them on, too, together with a pair of black lace stockings.

Tony was beside himself when I finally let him look, and I flirted with him quite a bit. When I sat on his sofa and crossed my legs, I knew he could see my stocking tops, and he had a huge bulge in his pants that I couldn’t miss. I knew I wasn’t going to leave his place without having his cock inside me.

Tony gave me another drink as I stood and moved closer to him, whispering that I appreciated his help picking things out. Then, calmly, I reached down to massage the lump that was growing in his jeans.

I’d nearly forgotten how big his dick was and, as he got big­ger, I got a bit nervous. I wasn’t sure how I’d get it all in me, but I knew I had to try. I unzipped his jeans and pulled him out. His cock was hard, warm and pulsing in my hand. Then I got on my knees and began kissing and licking before opening my mouth and engulfing it. Tony pumped his hips slightly as I relaxed my throat muscles to take him as deep as possible. He always loved my blowjobs, but I knew he really wanted to fuck me, and soon he helped me up and led me to his bedroom.

He got me on all fours and I gasped as I felt the tip of that huge prick nuzzling the lips of my pussy. I cried out as, with three hard shoves, he entered me, stretching me wide. He rammed me like a man possessed, holding me steady with one hand while squeezing my right breast with the other. He pumped into me relentlessly. I hadn’t been so thor­oughly fucked in years.

When I felt his spunk jetting into me, it set me off, too, and I came strongly. After that, I had to go, but I promised Tony we’d hook up again soon.

I don’t think my husband ever guessed what I’d been up to. When I finally got home, still leaking Tony’s sperm, I made up some excuse about running into one of my girlfriends and spending time with her. Then I drifted upstairs and took a long, hot bath to soothe my tired pussy.

-L.F., Miranda, NSW

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