It was the Monday after her daughter Cindy's wedding, and forty-nine-year-old Debbie Burnside was feeling down, or rather, she was feeling guilty.
The guilt was because, on the evening of the wedding reception, she had, for the first time in almost thirty years of marriage, been unfaithful to her husband, Steve. She also felt guilty because she wanted to do it again, and soon.
The person that Debbie had been unfaithful with was nineteen-year-old Chris Taylor, whom she had only met earlier that evening, he was at the reception as a friend of the groom.
It would probably not have happened if Debbie had not been drinking, although she was far from being drunk, but it had happened, and there was no pretending that it hadn't.
The fact that there was no pretending that it hadn't happened meant that there was no reason why it couldn't happen again, Debbie told herself. She had had a phone conversation with Chris the previous day, and she had promised that they would get together again; it was just a question of where and when.
At the wedding reception, Debbie had discovered that Chris had fucked her friend Sue Wagstaff on three occasions so far, and very likely would fuck her again.
So, Debbie was currently a mixed-up lady, but the fuck had been sensational, although performed in a bit of a time constraint; she wanted the next one to be longer.
Debbie's sex life with her husband Steve was okay, at best, and he had never made her cum four times as Chris had.
Debbie had no idea if or where Chris worked, but daytime sex was possible some days for her, as she worked part-time She decided to give Chris a call, not knowing if he would be able to answer as he may well be at work.
As she half-expected, her call went to voicemail; she left a message.
"Hey baby, it is Debbie; I am thinking about you and wanting you, we need to get something fixed up; Call me, please," was the message that Debbie left.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Chris phoned her back.
"Hi, Debs, when can we fuck again?" said Chris, straight to the point.
"Do you work? I am free most days; I work part-time," replied Debbie.
"I work at a bar some evenings; I am free during most days," answered Chris.
"Great, how about tomorrow?" said Debbie, elated.
"Yes, do you want to come to my flat?" said Chris.
"Do you live alone?" responded Debbie.
"I share with a mate, but he is at work during the day," replied Chris.
"Okay, that would be less risky than you coming here; Give me the address, baby," said Debbie.
Chris gave Debbie the address, and she said that she would be there before ten in the morning. They could have several hours together.
On impulse, she phoned Sue.
"Hi, I have just spoken to Chris; I am going to his flat in the morning," said Debbie.
"You slut, you lucky fucking slut," laughed Sue.
"Is that where you and he fuck?" asked Debbie.
"Twice, the all-nighter was in my bed when Tony was away on a golf trip," replied Sue.
"I hope that I am not stepping on your toes," said Debbie, worried that she was interfering with her friend's sex life.
"No, you go and enjoy yourself; I hope that he does not forget me, though; I need another of his fuckings," responded Sue.
"I am sure he will not forget you; I feel so naughty," said Debbie.
"You are naughty; we both are," responded Sue.
"Do you feel guilty?" asked Debbie.
"No, my sex life with Tony is non-existent, and Chris is not my first," replied Sue.
"Oh, he is my first, and I feel guilty," said Debbie.
"Well, I can't help you with that," said Sue.
The two friends talked for a while longer, and Debbie still felt guilty at the end of the conversation.
Debbie and Steve had sex that night at Steve's instigation, and Debbie faked her orgasm, something that she had been doing quite a lot in recent times with Steve.
After Steve had gone to work in the morning, Debbie thought about what to wear to meet her young lover. She decided on a black bra and black knickers under black trousers and a red blouse. The trousers were too tight, and emphasised the size of her arse, but Chris had complimented her on her backside, so she thought that he would like them.
She felt guilty, and very sexually excited, as she drove to Chris's flat.
Steve greeted her at the door, wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
"Hello, Debs, you look beautiful," said Chris.
"Yeah, yeah, so do you," smiled Debbie, before they kissed. The kiss became a snog, and Chris's hands were all over Debbie's arse as she had a hand feeling Chris's cock through his shorts.
As the kissing continued, Debbie managed to get Chris's shorts lowered enough to have his erection in her hand, as he was wearing nothing under his shorts.
"I need your lovely cock, baby," breathed Debbie, when the kissing finally broke.
"You will get it, you horny and sexy woman," said Chris, unbuttoning Debbie's blouse.
Chris removed Debbie's blouse, and then he undid and removed her bra, before fondling, kissing and licking her large tits.
"I am so naughty being here with you," said Debbie.
"Maybe I should spank your arse," laughed Chris.
"Yes, maybe, but not until after we have fucked," replied Debbie, stroking Chris's penis.
Debbie then peeled off Chris's T-shirt, and their naked chests mashed together as they snogged; Chris's hands were back on Debbie's still-trousered backside.
"Does my arse look big in these," laughed Debbie, turning her back on Chris and pushing her trousered bottom in his direction.
"It looks wonderful, but will look even better without them," replied Chris, caressing Debbie's buttocks before undoing and lowering her trousers.
Chris then lowered Debbie's knickers, baring her arse.
"You have a truly amazing arse, Debbie," said Chris, feeling the mature woman's buttocks.
"Better than Sue's?" asked Debbie.
"Hers is great, too. Maybe I will see them side by side one day," replied Chris.
"Oh, kinky," laughed Debbie.
"It would be amazing," said Chris.
"Well, for now, you just have me," answered Debbie.
"Yeah, we are going to have some great fucking," said Chris, his erection prodding Debbie's buttocks.
Debbie bent over to remove her trousers and knickers, as Chris dragged his penis along her arse crack. Chris then removed his shorts, and they faced each other again as their tongues battled as they kissed, both with their hands roaming over the other's back and buttocks.
They got onto the bed, and Chris's exceptional penis was entering Debbie's willing cunt.
"Fuck, you are so big," sighed Debbie, as Chris's cock went deeper and deeper.
When they had fucked in the hotel, they had to have a time limit because Debbie had to get back to her room. Now they had a few hours.
Chris built up a steady rhythm with his thrusts, and he was driving Debbie crazy.