Forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver had changed her mind at least a dozen times this Saturday morning, and twice she had had her mobile in her hand to call Tyrone McMorris to tell him that she could not go through with it. So far, she had not made that call.
Tyrone McMorris was a twenty-year-old black male who worked for the same company as Louise, and what she kept changing her mind about was the arrangement to meet Tyrone that afternoon to fuck.
Louise was married, but apart from that what had been arranged would never have entered her head until three evenings before.
At a company drinks 'do' at a local hotel on the previous Wednesday evening, Tyrone told Louise that he wanted to fuck her, something that shocked Louise not least because she never considered herself attractive or fuckable.
Louise sifted through all sorts of reasons in her mind as to why Tyrone said that, with the fact that he really did fancy her way down the list.
They had a brief chat in the kitchen at work on Thursday morning and, at Louise's suggestion, met in the local park that lunchtime. During their chat in the park, Louise's theory that Tyrone wanted her so that he could lose his virginity was shattered by Tyrone telling her that he was far from being a virgin and that he quite regularly fucked another married woman.
That park meeting led to them kissing passionately and to Louse feeling Tyron'e large cock through his trousers. It also led to them agreeing that they would fuck, with Louise now pretty much convinced that the good-looking young man did have the hots for her.
By Thursday night, Louise had had second thoughts and on Friday she sent Tyrone a text saying that it couldn't happen. Tyrone was employed as a trainee salesperson for the company that sold glazing, sometimes he was in the office and sometimes on the road with another salesperson, Friday was a day out of the office for him.
Tyrone acknowledged the text and suggested in his reply that Louise think about things.
Friday evening, with Louise's husband Philip out with some mates at the pub, Louise phoned Tyrone, by then she was leaning back towards having sex with the young hunk. As they talked on the phone, they both masturbated, both getting increasingly aroused as they talked about what they were doing, and both cumming at a similar time.
In that conversation Louise not only said that they would fuck, but that it would be in her house the next day when her husband was out at football. As she did not want to risk her neighbours seeing Tyrone, she arranged to pick him up.
The possibility of having sex with anyone other than her husband had never gotten this close before, It would be untrue to say that it had never crossed her mind, but this was very close to being real. Hence the multiple changes of mind during the course of Saturday morning.
Apart from not seeing herself as being attractive, Louise did not see herself as being a person who would have sex outside her relatively happy and stable marriage. Yet here she was possibly within an hour or so of doing it.
Philip left home for football and Louise knew that it would be about six hours before he got back again, longer if he had a pint afterwards. It was now thirty minutes until the time that she arranged to pick up Tyrone and enough time had to be left for Louise to drop Tyrone off after their sex, have a shower and tidy the bed, quite possibly put bedclothes in the wash. That left probably about four hours for sex.
She still had doubts but it was now or never. She either dressed appropriately to meet Tyrone or phoned him to say it was not going to happen.
Louise was still having doubts as she put on her red knickers and bra, she was feeling sexually aroused and very, very nervous. She knew that she did not need to dress to impress but even so, she put on a smart blue blouse and her best black trousers.
There was still time for her to once again think of calling it off, but the next thing she knew, she was in her car.
Tyrone had spent Saturday morning fearing a call from Louise to say that it was off because he was sure that she would be having the mental battles that she was having. He decided that if the call did come, he would accept her decision because he thought that it would only be a matter of time before they got together.
It was not a huge distance from Louise's house to where she was picking Tyrone up but she did not want him being seen by her neighbours arriving at, or leaving, her house.
As Louise drove towards him, she was stunned by Tyrone's appearance. She was used to seeing him in a suit, shirt and tie but she pulled up alongside a young hunk in a tight-fitting white T-shirt and tight blue jeans, he looked like a sex god.
"Hello Tyrone," Louise said through her open car window, her knickers already getting wet.
"Hi Louise," replied a very confident-looking Tyrone.
"Um, I am going to have to ask you to get into the back and keep low until we are parked in my garage," said Louise, already feeling breathless.
"You're the boss," laughed Tyrone, getting into the back of the car and lying across the back seat. It was not a busy spot so probably nobody noticed the strange behaviour.
"I can't believe that I am doing this," said Louise, adjusting her rearview mirror and gasping when she saw the size of the bulge in Tyron'e jeans which was right in view with him sprawled on the back seat.
"I thought you might phone me to say that you changed your mind," replied Tyrone.
"I came so close to doing that, several times," answered Louise, glancing again at the view in the mirror, she had not started driving yet.
"Glad you didn't," said Tyrone, making Louise realise that she was wasting time and making her start driving, after repositioning the mirror.
"This feels so fucking naughty," said Louise, stating the obvious.
"Fucking exciting though, isn't it?" said Tyrone.
"Yeah," responded Louise, her knickers wet.
It did not take long to reach Louise's house and she swung into the double garage of her detached house.
"Right, out you get but come around the front of the car, we will go into the house from the garage," said Louise, actually feeling calmer than she thought she would. There was no going back now, it was going to happen.
Tyrone swiftly got out of the car and went around the front of the car as instructed. Louise was unlocking the door into the house, and Tyrone felt her arse through her trousers.
"Oh fuck Tyrone, just oh fuck," breathed Louise, reaching behind and feeling the lump in the hunk's jeans.
They got indoors and Louise threw her arms around Tyrone. With her being quite tall, she was only a little bit shorter than him. Their mouths met and their tongues probed as their bodies ground together with Tyrone pawing Louise's backside.
"Oh fuck, I am going to cum in my knickers," said Louise, when they broke.
"Better take them off then," smiled Tyrone, who now had Louise fumbling with his belt and jeans.
"Yeah, upstairs, quick," said Louise, kicking off her shoes and pushing past Tyrone to the stairs.
Tyrone followed her up the stairs, his belt unbuckled and his jeans partially undone.
"I have got condoms," announced Tyrone, his penis rock hard.
"Fuck condoms, we are going to do this properly," said Louise, wondering who was this woman using her voice, mind and body?
Louise went into her bedroom and threw the bedclothes on the floor before turning to lock her lips on Tyrone's again, as she continued and completed the undoing of his jeans. She lowered them and broke from the kiss to look down and see that he was wearing a black thong, a thong being stretched by his huge weapon.
"Fucking hell!" said Louise, wanking the thong-encased phallus.
"It is yours, Louise," said Tyrone, unzipping and pulling down Louise's trousers.
They snogged again, as Louise wanked Tyrone's tool and he fingered her cunt through the soaking wet patch in her knickers.
Louise peeled off Tyrone's T-shirt revealing his muscular, toned torso. Tyrone unbuttoned Louise's blouse, narrowly avoiding ripping it.
Louise removed her trousers, and Tyrone removed his trainers and jeans, then Louise's blouse was off, followed by her bra.
Tyrone fondled Louise's impressive tits, as Louise dragged Tyrone's thong over his erection. Louise took off her knickers, as Tyrone got out of his thong and socks. They were naked and wild, as Louise backed to the bed and pulled Tyrone with her. Louise's husband Philip was not small, but the penis that she was about to have in her was a monster.
They looked into each other's eyes with the head of Tyrone's cock at Louise's entrance.
"Fuck me," said Louise, and Tyrone eased in.
"Mmmm, oh fuck, shit," said Louise, as Tyrone went deeper. Louise had her legs raised.
Tyronne did not initially go all of the way in, but he started thrusting his hips, slowly at first but getting faster.