3 Days of Carolyn

You see, I didn't even like the woman. So I don't really understand how it happened. But it did.

Carolyn was my wife's colleague. At least two decades older than me. I had only met her at company functions and I never really liked her. Although I never made my true feelings known to her. She was the most conceited, self centered, manipulative woman I knew. When my wife came home from work, I would have to endure daily reports about how Carolyn had managed, yet again, to circumvent my wife's authority and had gone straight over her head to the general manager, in order to get what she wanted.

Stories would also abound about how Carolyn, a married mother of two, would go out two Saturday's in four, every month, with her much younger girlfriends, from her gym, to have a night out on the town. These nights would involve booking rooms in an upmarket hotel, having dinner, drinking a lot and enjoying as much male attention as she could possibly get, in whichever night club they stumbled into.

It was her husband, Gerry, I felt sorry for. Was he not paying her enough attention at home. Or was Carolyn's personality so strong, that he dare not deny her those Saturday's on the town?

She took part in charity events. Not because she was charitable, but because if there was a news journalist or television news reporter around, she wanted, needed, to be in the limelight.

In short, she craved attention.

I have to say that although I disliked Carolyn, it didn't stop me from admiring her well honed form. At the age of forty-two, she stood around five foot, seven. The figure hugging dresses and tight, short skirts that she favoured, showed off her figure to its fullest. A slender waist split her body into two halves. The top half contained two reasonably large breasts and the lower half showed off a perfectly round ass and legs that that went right up to it. Once, I arrived at my wife's office to pick her up, only to be met at the door by Carolyn in her gym outfit. A tight spandex top and tights, the former accentuating her breasts, with nipples stiff and erect, poking through the material and her tights, drawn up just enough at the crotch to create a delightful camel toe. Carolyn loved to flirt, but her attempts with me, rarely yielded a response.

After a company trip out of town, rumours abounded that Carolyn had been seen kissing with a guy that worked for a rival firm. Some even summised that she went to his hotel room afterwards, but there wasn't any proof and Carolyn vehemently denied all of it.

Then, one day, right out of the blue, my wife came home from work and announced that

Carolyn and Gerry were divorcing. Apparently, she had grown tired of being a Mum and a wife and needed her freedom. What a pathetic excuse, I thought. There were no accusations of infidelity and Gerry seemed to roll over and give in to whatever demand Carolyn could dream up. As a consequence, Carolyn walked away, leaving Gerry full custody of their children, aged 14 and 10. In return, he bought her a house and a car.

I was left shaking my head, after what my wife told me. But still I wasn't completely surprised. All those nights spent with her much younger and still single friends must have planted a seed in her mind that she needed to experience a single life again. This only strengthened the theory that Carolyn had bedded the guy from the rival firm.

So, I think you get the picture and possibly the reason why I disliked this woman and this is why I am still, all this time later, at a loss to explain why what happened, actually happened.

One day, during the height of Summer, my wife came home from work.

It was a few weeks after Carolyn had moved into her new house and my wife said I needed to do her a favour. She also tried to sweeten the pill by saying I would be handsomely rewarded if I said yes. There was a look in her eye that told me that I wasn't going to like what she proposed, but if I agreed, there would be lots of sex involved afterwards.

How could I say no?

The proposal stunned me.

Carolyn had a nice house with a garden, overlooking the ocean. But the garden needed a lot of work and while she was more than capable of doing a lot of the digging and planting on her own, there were some bushes that needed uprooting and a small but difficult tree trunk that needed cutting out. She didn't have the money to hire a gardener, so she asked my wife to ask me if I could help out.

My first response was to ask why none of her girlfriends could help out. My wife said that after the divorce, all her friends disowned her. It would appear that even though Carolyn had no moral fibre whatsoever, her friends did. They didn't approve of her reasons for leaving her husband and kids and decided, en mass, to distance themselves from her. Hearing that made me feel a little sorry for Carolyn and even though I always thought she got what she deserved, I found myself agreeing to my wife's propsal.

Being self employed allowed me to have the freedom to take work as and when I wanted to and right at that point I was on a short break. So the next day I drove over to Carolyn's place.

I must point out at this stage that although my wife was well aware of my feelings towards Carolyn, I never showed those feelings in public. And I wasn't about to then either.

As I pulled into the drive, around 9 o'clock i the morning, Carolyn came out to greet me. I got out of the car, dressed in an old faded brown t shirt and equally faded denim shorts, that finished just below the knee. I mentally blew a wolf whistle when I saw Carolyn. She wore a bright blue spandex t shirt, which was almost see through and enhanced the curvature of her breasts, which were holstered in a lacy bra. Her close fitting spandex jogging shorts, which were light green, hugged the contours of her hips and buttocks and were tightly pulled up to show a rather pleasing camel toe. I felt my cock twitch in approval.

She walked over to me and gave me a long and lingering hug.

"Thank you so much for coming over to help me, babe," she said, as she appeared to nuzzle into my neck. I also felt a peck on my cheek and she pulled away from me. My heart was pounding a little harder than I would have liked and my penis was in a state of semi-growth. I was hoping that she didn't notice.

"The pleasure is all mine," I replied. "What do want me to do?"

She turned her head and pointed at the garden.

"There's a lot to do," she began. "What I didn't tell Lucy was that it might take a few days to clear this lot. Is that okay?"

Lucy is the name of my wife.

I told Carolyn that I was sure she wouldn't mind as it was an excuse for her to get me out of the house and away from the computer.

Carolyn smiled and asked me to follow her.

As I walked along to the path to the garden, I couldn't help but notice the way her shorts separated her butt cheeks. There appeared also to be a distinct lack of any sort of panty line, or even the merest hint of a thong strap. I had to assume that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Once again, I felt my cock twitch in approval

Okay I may not have liked the woman and her lack of morals, but I am a man and have always admired the female form. Also in 15 years of marriage I had never been unfaithful, nor had ever even entertained the thought.

While Carolyn worked hard at pulling out recalcitrant weeds and dead plants, I was levering a small but troublesome tree trunk from the center of a soil patch. It was mid July and the mid morning temperature was going to be around 28 degrees.

By mid-day the temperature was well into the 30's, and it had forced me to remove my t-shirt.

I stood up and bent backwards to alleviate the aching in my back. I looked across at Carolyn, who was crouching over the weeds and noticed that the back of her t-shirt was almost drenched in sweat and there was tantalising damp v-shape at the top of her shorts. The weed she was pulling seemed difficult to extract and so she stood up and bent over to gain more leverage. I watched as she bent over, with her legs apart. There was a significant damp patch around her crotch region and I noticed faint wisps of dark pubic hair poking out from the leg holes. For some strange reason, I had always thought that Carolyn was the shaven type. Now I found myself considering the possibility that she probably had a full bush under those shorts.

I have always been attracted to a woman with a full bush. My wife whilst maintaining a fine mane of pubic hair, likes to keep it trimmed and tidy, especially when going on holiday. Whenever she needs to visit the doctor or her gynecologist, she has been known to completely shave that area. Whilst I am okay with eating bald pussy, I really get a kick out of sliding my fingers inside her panties and twirling them through her soft blond hair before delving into the liquid depths of her welcoming vagina.

My cock twitched again.

She stood up and turned to face me. Her face shimmered with a gossamer thin sheen of perspiration on her cheeks and forehead. That same perspiration had plastered the front of the t-shirt to her chest, making it almost see-through and her nipples were clearly on show.

I could feel my cock beginning to swell.

I looked up at the sky and shielded my eyes from the sun that was now in its zenith.

"I think we should call it quits for today," said Carolyn. "It's only going to get hotter and I don't think I have the strength to continue right now. What about you?"

I agreed and she suggested that we headed indoors to cool off and grab a glass of cold, homemade lemonade.

As I followed her down the path, that led back to the house, my eyes were transfixed on her very shapely bottom. Her shorts were soaked with sweat and they clung to her tight, firm buttocks. I kept mentally telling my penis to stop growing, but it wouldn't listen to me.

It was nice and cool in the kitchen and once inside I slid onto a stool and hoped that I didn't have to move again until my erection had died down.

I don't know if Carolyn had noticed me looking at her, or knew that I had been admiring her ass, but when she opened the fridge to extract the jug of lemonade, she bent over again. Those glorious fleshy orbs came into view again and did absolutely nothing to quell the fire that was raging in my shorts.

She grabbed two glasses from a cupboard and sat at the table, on a stool opposite me.

I watched as she poured equal amounts of the cold liquid into the glasses and then she offered one to me.

"Do you fancy a biscuit with that? Or how about lunch?" she offered. "I know I could make a nice salad. What do ya say?"

I couldn't really say no. It was weird. I was sitting opposite a woman I didn't really like and yet I had found her sexually stimulating. Was this lust or wishful thinking? I was beginning to have fantasies about taking her from behind over the kitchen table. Riding her like a Tour De France bike. I saw images of myself plunging my cock into her hairy pussy and pounded for all I was worth. I wanted to push my face between her gorgeous ass cheeks and rim her chocolate starfish.

I said lunch would be fine.

Then came a suggestion, right out of the blue.

"If you like, you could take a shower," she said. "While I make the salad. Would you like that?"

I found myself agreeing, once again.

I had a raging erection. I could at least, I thought, get rid of that whilst I was showering.

The house was built on two floors. The kitchen, lounge and master bedroom, with en suite, were on the first floor. On the basement level was a guest room and a very large bathroom, with large circular tub and a shower big enough for two people.

Carolyn told me that I could use this one as she liked to keep the en suite bathroom private.

She went into a closet adjacent to the bathroom and came back with a couple of large towels. Shower gel was already provided.

"I'll shout you when lunch is ready," she said and went back upstairs.

I couldn't wait to get my clothes off.

I turned on the water and waited until it was warm and then stepped under its steamy cascade. I looked down at my manhood and it was as hard as iron. I filled my hand with an amount of shower gel and began to massage my cock.

I hadn't masturbated in months. Lucy and I used mutual masturbation as part of our foreplay and sometimes would even masturbate in front of each other, which I found a huge turn on, especially when she used only her fingers. I would sit at the other end of the bed, with my erection in my hand, gently massaging it, while I watched her slide her fingers through that thick, but neatly trimmed blond bush of hers. I'd watch, fascinated as she gently parted her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand and slid two fingers of the other hand into her liquid depths. Occasionally, for my benefit, she gather up juices from her pussy and smear them around her cute, tight anus. Then she would slide two fingers into her wet cunt and a third finger into her ass. It would always be at that point that I would have to stop masturbating for fear of coming.

It was this thought that I had in my mind while I was wanking in Carolyn's shower.

"Are you thinking of me while you're doing that?"

With bathroom door closed, I hadn't heard Carolyn calling me. My eyes had been closed and so I hadn't noticed her walk in, either.

I opened my eyes, startled.

I don't know how long she had been standing there, but I was gripping my iron hard erection and she was standing opposite me, naked. Her clothing lay in a heap at her feet.

"Don't think I hadn't noticed you looking at me, out in the garden," she said. " Lucy is lucky woman."

Carolyn's sight was fixed on my erection, which was now dripping pre cum all over the shower floor.

Without another word, she walked forward, dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. I gasped as I felt her soft lips slide over my cock head. Her hand massaged my scrotum as she slid her mouth along the full length of my cock. I consider myself to be a normally sized fella. I'm not huge like those ridiculously sized guys in porn movies. I actually do wonder if those cocks are real, or prosthetically enhanced.

Carolyn was taking my whole cock in her mouth and down her throat. This had never happened to me before. Lucy had never taken me all in her mouth and down her throat. Carolyn sucked away like a woman possessed. As she was sucking my cock, I looked down to see that she had one hand between her thighs, frantically rubbing her cunt. As her massaging of my ball sack increased, I could feel my sap rising. I gripped her head as I came. My cock twitched as I fired volley after volley of semen down her throat. She gagged a little and released my grip of her head, but I was still coming and she was still drinking it down.

To the last drop.

Her legs gave way as her orgasm hit her and she rolled onto her back, affording me a delightful sight of her deliciously dark, full bush and her equally delightful butt hole.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and grabbed her by the thighs. Pulling her towards me, I buried my face into her black fur. Her pussy smelled sweaty and mildy of piss, but my ardour was so high that I paid little attention this as I parted her pussy lips and lapped at her juices, which tasted sweet. I ran the tip of tongue around her soft outer labia and up to her clitoral hood. A flick from the tip of my tongue caused her little love button to reveal itself and I fastened my mouth around it, flicking my tongue over it.

Carolyn began to moan.

"That's it!" she exclaimed. "Right there. Don't fucking stop, Don't you fucking sto..."

Another orgasm washed over her as shower water splashed all around around us.

I slid two fingers into her gaping pussy hole and began to finger fuck her, whilst continuing to tongue her clitoris. My little finger grazed her puckered anus and she moaned. I dared myself to slide a finger into her ass. I licked my little finger and gently inserted it into her butt hole. The combination of me licking her clit and finger fucking her two holes was explosive. When she came, Carolyn thrashed around in the shower water. Her hair was matted to her face as she threw her head from side to side, moaning about how hard she was coming and how fucking great it was.

She was begging me to fuck her and my cock showed no signs of softening. I lay on my back on the shower mat and as Carolyn squatted over me, her cunt opened like the petals of a flower. Her pussy juices hung in clear tendrils from her labia and as she impaled herself onto me. It felt so easy and soft and warm. She started to move up and down. She had powerful legs and showed no sign of stopping or tiredness. Working out at the gym was obviously doing her good. As she bounded up and down on my cock, she slid her fingers around her pussy, wetting them with her juices, before rubbing small circles over her clitoris.

"Not...far...away..." she announced, breathlessly.

I felt her pussy muscles tighten their grip around my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I grunted as I fired my first volley of semen into her pussy. Followed by more. I didn't know I had so much stored up. Every time she pushed herself down on my cock, her muscles would flex and cause me to come again, shooting more hot streamers of creamy semen into her dripping cunt.

When she sensed she couldn't get anymore out of me, Carolyn lifted herself off my cock and knelt beside me.

My penis was still hard and so she closed her lips around its head and started sucking again. But I was empty this time. She slid my cock all the way into her mouth and licked and sucked me dry.

Sitting at home that evening, I didn't tell Lucy of the events of the day, but just said that it was hard and hot work and that Carolyn needed me back the following day.

In my head I was going nuts, convinced that at any point, the phone would ring and it would be Carolyn telling my wife what a great fuck I had been.

But the phone remained silent all night.

The following morning, I awoke with a iron hard erection.

Lucy was already late for work and so all I received in return for sharing my hard on with her was a peck on the forehead and a weak promise that she would help me out when she got home.

When the front door slammed shut, I laid back in bed and wondered what Carolyn would have in store for me . I started to massage my hard cock, as images of the previous day flooded my mind and I began to relive the events.

I remembered Carolyn's well honed body, her voluptuous breasts and a stiff chew-able nipples. I reminisced about her full dark bush of downy soft pubic hair that covered the beautiful soft pink entrance to her glistening pussy. As I stroked up and down on my erect phallus, I cupped and massaged by balls, remembering how she sucked my cock into her throat and drank every drop of my come as I ejaculated into her mouth. As I reminisced about how she fucked me on the shower stall floor and up against the wall, I rubbed my finger tip over the head of my cock, gathering up some of the clear pre cum from the hole at the tip. I adjusted my position and smeared the clear sticky liquid around my anus and slowly slid my fingertip into my ass. I pushed my finger further inside until I felt what I considered to be my prostate. I beat down harder on my erection, feeling the first sensations of my impending orgasm growing. My cock was the hardest that it had ever been and the head of it was bulbous, purple and shining. I gently pushed my finger a little more into my ass and that was enough. I groaned aloud as semen burst from the end of my cock. A long, thick streamer of white creamy fluid, erupted from my cock and landed across my abdomen. Some of it even filling my belly button. Some of it missed my body and splattered across the bottom bed sheet. I continued to masturbate until I had nothing more to expel. The hand, that tightly gripped my shaft, was covered in the semen as was the lower half of my body. I slowly removed the finger from my ass and lay back, breathing heavily, allowing my body to recover.