So THAT'S what you're after said Jan Stater, knickers in her cunt.

She'd decided that afternoon, as she was teaching her Sixth Year St Anonimous girls, that she fancied some sex.  She'd decided she'd get Hubby to fuck her upon her return from work.

She had a lot of marking to do, later.  If she left the sex off till bedtime, she might be too tired and let the moment pass.

Jan Stater stopped off at Tesco at Danestone on the way back to the Bridge of Don.  She'd seen some nice sex panties on the display there, last time she'd been in doing her food shopping.

She knew exactly what she was shopping for and made her purchases quickly, escaping through the 10 Items or Less till.  As she got into her car and before she drove the five minutes up the road to the house, she texted ahead. 

'It's me.  Get your knob ready!'

He was in the house before doing his evening sales visits and needed no persuading.  He shot into the shower for a quick freshen up and saw to a quick change of clothes.

As he watched her come up the drive in her little red car and exchange pleasantries with the neighbours across the street, he could see the signs.  She was slightly red about the gills and had her 'I WANT SEX - SOON' face on. 

She was in her white, ribbed, tight sleeveless top with her good nipples showing through the flimsiness.  He knew, obviously, when her nipples had stiffened and even from the kitchen it was obvious that she had a certain something in mind.

The outside door opened, her marking satchell was dropped off in his little office and she came into the kitchen, clutching a Florence & Fred bag.

She smiled her smile as he handed her a coffee which he had percolated for her.  It was served large, milky and cool.   Just warm enough to wet the whistle and to refresh.  Not hot enough to need any cooling.  She drank it in two.

She was ready.

'I'll have a VERY quick shower, Dear...before I put on ...THIS...'

She discarded the bag and produced a tiny, tiny, miniscule thong in red silk.  She giggled her giggle.

He came over to her and took her tits, hand inside her bra.  She stiffened in the nipples still more.  He worked her ass from outside her short, tight skirt, gripping her womanly arse cheeks in the way that she liked, lifting her rounded buttocks up and, with his strength, taking her weight, almost lifting her off her feet.

She put her hand straight onto his balls and fondled away, sighing out her pleasure.

'I'm feeling REALLY RANDY,' she said as she parted her legs and let him at her inner, stockinged thighs. 

Hubby, knowing his Jan, held back on the news.  He nipped the exposed thigh tops, lightly but went no higher.  If she was in Randy Jan mode she would be looking for a good, quick, almost instantaneous fuck to give her preliminary sexual relief.

If he got to work on her fanny too soon she might fall into orgasm there and then and bring things to a bit of a premature conclusion.  Hubby would want to get her on her back before he did what he intended to do to her.

If HE watched the timing, for both of them, she would be willing to take AND GIVE much, much more than one fuck before she was done for the night. 

After 27 years of shagging each other in EVERY which way but one, understandably, a PROPER session wouldn't have happened without multiple sucks and fucks continuing until well past the eventual two a.m. falling asleep.  

After her shower, he would finger her, lick her, take head, screw her, go out and do his sales and then come back and screw her a whole lot more. 

She would be told that her marking, tonight, would HAVE to finish when he came back in at just after nine o'clock.  The St Anonimous girlies could wait a day for their assignments to be returned. 

'When you put it on, Jan...put it on...BACK TO FRONT...will you...'

Jan gasped as the idea was given.  It was time.  They both wanted action.  He let her go and she went upstairs to the bathroom.

The three kids were having their tea with friends up the road.  The two of them would have the house to themselves for about half an hour.  Hubby went into the downstairs bedroom at the back of the house and lay on the bed, waiting.   In no time at all he heard the shower being switched off at the pull cord.  Jan wasn't hanging around then!

In seconds she was down and in the room, her fragrance saturating the air.  She was perfumed beautifully.

Jan Stater was 47.  She'd dropped three kids.  She was no model and she wasn't size 12 anymore.  Sure.  But FUCK she was STILL worth SHAGGING!  Her eagerness made her the more so.   Bring it on!

She stood at the edge of the bed, topless and nude but for the teensiness of the, as requested, red BACK TO FRONT thong which barely concealed a thing.

She reached over and unzipped Hubby, letting his full-size break free and poke, sideways over at her.  She smiled to herself as she pushed the foreskin fully back and saw the already gleaming smoothness giving away how much her own eagerness was shared.

She moved Hubby's hand on to his shaft and got him to wank at her and for her as she took the opportunities which the strip of knickering, biting into the depth of her slit and cutting her dark brown triangle in two afforded her. 

It was a first for her and for them.  She climbed on to the bed and straddled him, letting her HUGE PINK FLAPS protrude, exposed and uncovered.

She ran her own fingers through, along and in her fresh-sex-smelling slit.

She pulled the thong deep up into herself, digging, hard, it seemed to Hubby, into the pinkness of her soaked flesh.

As his expression gave away his interest, Jan Stater smiled her smile.  She made full sexual eye contact with him and said, knickers in her cunt, 'SO, THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE AFTER!'

She nipped her lower lip with her top teeth and then, with a sexual flourish and with a gasp at her own sexual boldness, she yanked the red whale's tail up her child-giving belly, stretching the thong almost to snapping point.

She manoeuvered the string of elongated knickering right into her slit and, two-handed, sawed at her own cunt with it, almost roughly - far harder AND DEEPER than he would have done. 

As Hubby watched, mesmerised, Jan flung her page-boyed dark brown hair backwards in throwing her head as far back as it would go, introducing to her cunt work a yawing, sideways-pulling of the slit-biting silk strip. 

It seemed that Jan would cum there and then but she held back, denying herself, for a little longer, the moment which was upon her. 

Hubby reached up and shared in the snatch exploration, feeling the wetness and the slipperiness of Jan's own fingers as they intertwined his with hers.

Hubby's cock jumped up a notch.  He started a faster wank rhythm.

'Do you think...Jan... The Colonel...in his offfice at the school..would like to see you like this...would The Colonel...lying on his back on his office carpet...by his oak table...with YOU standing over him...legs spread...WIDE...like to see you...WITH A SLITFUL OF KNICKERS...' 

Almost at the top of her voice, her scream filling the empty house, she yelled 'YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!'

Hubby moved fast.  He pulled her on to the bed.  He undid his belt and worked himself half out of the trousers, getting his cock and balls bare and ready.  There was no time to remove more.

He swept her legs apart as she raised her knees.  He dragged the minisculeness of the, damp, thong fabric aside.  He went at her cunt with his tongue, licking, probing, penetrating, teasing.

He changed position.  He moved his cock close to her face.  She craned her kneck, forcing herself onto his solidness, almost biting the cock in her cocksucking vigour.

There was no time for more.  Hubby was about to go off in her mouth.  Jan would have cum on THAT, one of her most especial sexual delights, but HE wanted full penetration. 

He pulled the cock out of her mouth, straddled her, found her entrance, one hand guiding the about-to-spit cock past the irrelevant string of red silk up to its soaked target and he FUCKED HER TO THE HILT IN ONE.

She was rolling her head around the pillow, shouting, writhing, grabbing, pulling, forcing, taking.

He rutted her, poking her fast, almost furious. 

They HAD to cum and in seconds they both did.  Eyes closed, miles away, with her Colonel in his office at the school, no doubt, Jan Stater trembled herself into shaking climax before falling still.

Breathless, both of them, he collapsed on top of her as she too struggled to regain her calm.

After, maybe, some thirty seconds, he knew that he had done well by her.

Mrs Stater patted Hubby's bare bum and, SHE GIGGLED.

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