Jan Stater was 27 and sex was good.  She and Hubby had done almost everything that could be done to each other. What could they add to their repertoire?

Jan took sex, vigorously, every other day, at least, and often daily as well.  There were times when she took so many shags that she'd to go on the cranberry juice for a few days.

Saturday was for sex and shopping, if it was a city weekend, for sex and hillwalking if it was an outdoors weekend.

The two of them were superbly fit and athletic.  They both had the stamina of the endurance walker.  Hubby could be counted upon to perform upon request.  Two hours + sessions were the norm. 

He was kept  busy and grew used to having friction burns on his knee caps.  It troubled him not.  What was a scraped knee in return for multiple penetrations of that soft, soaking, brown-pubed snatch that had been his since she was 19.

Morning sex would happen upon waking or at luchtime, depending upon Jan's preference.  She always called the tune on Saturdays. Hubby was unfazed.  He knew that twice that day, sometimes three times or more, he would pulse his liquid on her and up her.  Jan Stater certainly had smiles on her face on Saturdays.

Hubby had been known to do some smiling of his own of course, notably when he was woken up to find his young wife under the sheets, cock in mouth, fingers working her crack, legs spread, knees up, tits out. 

Muffled groans could be heard from down there.  Hubby would lift the sheet up and observe the action.  Young wives, eh?

Jan always got to take her own full, gasping and unrestrained cock-sucking climax before she was mounted and stuffed.

Jan knew that he liked her to go out braless.  It was the early eighties and this was quite bold.  As soon as the spring sunshine warmed up the West Midlands air, off came the bra and on went the summer arm and shoulder-baring dresses. 

She looked very good and she knew it.  She revelled in the sneaky glances men, young and old, put her way as she strolled, innocence on bare legs and in tiny, lightly-elasticated knickers. 

Hubby took his enjoyment too from having walking sex on show and hand-in-hand with his leather bomber-jacketed, tight jeaned, lithe and muscular self.

Saturday was also 'full breakfast' day. 

Hubby was in the kitchen doing the rustling up of the Cumberland sausage, Ayrshire smoked bacon and free range eggs, mushrooms in for the last three minutes.

Tesco was just emerging from its cheap corner grocery roots and having the beginnings of tasty, good food piled high in the new big stores was  almost exciting.  Remember the delights of 'The Instore Bakery' and the warm crusty bread?  Breakfast could be very tasty. 

Jan was upstairs in the shower which Hubby had installed in a cubicle in  the bathroom of their Victorian terraced house.  Very modern!

When Jan appeared, fragrant and smiling, Hubby was pleased to see that his sexy lady was wearing just her nightshirt.  Really it was a pink T shirt which ended at waist level.

Jan was strikingly bare-fannied and brown-triangled.  She had a fullish but decent bare ass and, naturally, her good 34Bs were pertly pushing through the thin shirt.

The terraced house had the kitchen window opposite the neighbours and at right angles to the kitchen window were their back bedroom, and the neighbours' back bedroom windows.

In other words, if Bryan next door was in his kitchen or, even better, upstairs in the back bedroom, he would see the fanny flash being paraded, quite openly and knowingly, by the late-twenties sex kitten.

Jan was completely relaxed and noted the instant response and alert of her attentive young hubby.  There would be time for full breakfast with fresh coffee before there would be full sex. 

Hubby said to her, 'Bryan will be able to see you if he's at his window.'

She giggled, nipped her lower lip with her top teeth, swept her fringe back, one handed and said, ' That's OK.  I DON'T MIND...hehehe...'

Hubbby didn't mind either, NOT AT ALL, IN FACT.  He just patted Jan's bare bum and made her squeal.

Jan and Hubby breakfasted and chatted animatedly and with shared interest.  Hell they were sex buddies and hillwalkers, canoeists with a double canoe, cyclists and skiers.  They had plenty to say.  They were in empathy. They were together.

Jan, preparing the ground, took every opportunity to part her legs, to show her crack and its detailed loveliness.  She had really good , really big, really pink inner labia.  Jan liked her fanny.  Hubby liked her fanny.  Life was good.

The front doorbell rang and Hubby went out to pay Stan, the milkman.

Stan was in his late fifties and openly slavered over the young Scots lass at number 84.  More than once, in the morning, by his Co-op milk float he had made remarks as the tight topped, pertly breasted filly made her way with Hubby to the car parked in the street. 

He had said to Hubby, 'I don't know how you can concentrate on your driving with that seated next to you!'

Jan responded with one of her huge smiles, flattered.  Hubby just smiled a bit. 

Hubby could hardly tell Stan that Jan had already sucked him off and swallowed a semen load before being shagged to the nth degree, face-down, her own fingers pushing her own nipples into her beautiful little tits, could he? 

Hubby could hardly say to Our Stan that that would do till they both got back to the house after work about 5.30 for another two hours of sucking, licking and screwing; to be followed by a midnight ride with Jan on top, hands on the mattress lifting and falling in gentle rhythm until, cock rammed fully up and pubic bone grinding on Hubby's front,  Jan would shudder and sigh her pleasure, eyes tight-closed, head tilted to the side.

Stan seemed distracted.  He was a very tall man and could see over his customer's shoulder into the back room where a 27 year old bare ass was there right in front of him. 

He could see the nice, firm, womanly cheeks.  He could  see the little folds of ass muscle which would prove such a hit in Italy when paraded around a year later.  He could see the little beauty spot low down on the left cheek.

As Jan turned and did full-frontal fanny flash right at Stan, he just about collapsed.  He stopped digging for the change in the raised and flattened cash satchell.  He froze and stared, open-mouthed.

Jan looked straight at him, put one hand on her hip and smiled.  She slowly moved her right leg away from the left leg and leaned a little back.  The full size and deep pink of her beautiful labia and the clear, defined line of her lovely slit were there for the looking.

With perfect timing, Jan finished the tease by leaning over and picking up the morning paper, which she'd placed strategically on the carpet, by the lounge door and walking over to the fireplace, stepping out of Stan's eyeshot. 

Stan had been allowed to cop a quick eyeful of dangling tit and nipple.

Jan heard the front door closing and chose to sit on the couch, legs spread, knees up.  Jan smiled her smile and nipped her lower lip with her top teeth.

Hubby took her hand and led her upstairs.  He walked behind her, fingers up the soaking crack, one hand groping the loose tits under the t-shirt.

They had a choice of two bedrooms, the upper hallway, the bathroom and, of course, the stairs themselves.  There had been vigorous action in all of these places at different times.

Their young athleticism permitted any position, of course.  Sometimes Jan would lie submissive, sometimes she would dominate from above. Other times she would be stuck on it with her standing, back against the wall.  Perhaps she would find herself bodily lifted and carried, full cock inside.

Increasingly Jan was developing her oral skills and liked to work the cock with her mouth and tongue on the way up the stairs, just to get things going.

Today, after her open flaunting, they both wanted quick sex, no build up, no real preparation.

Jan found herself being led into the main front bedroom.  The net curtains would provide some, but not complete privacy from the neighbours in the five facing house, not that that mattered.

Jan lay, head on folded right arm, legs spread at 45 degrees with the left one fully raised in the air.

Hubby could smell the fresh sex on her as he stripped, remembering always to get socks and shoes off first and then jeans and pants in one.

Hubby was ready for immediate fucking, but held back a little to encourage Jan's self stimulation.

Hubby loved the watching of her open and uninhibited self pleasuring.  He would stroke Jan's wrist and lower arm, making contact, while she brought her film over everything, warm, slippy and wet.

Hubby nor Jan would wait a moment longer.  Jan was grabbed at the ankle and her legs swept fully apart.  She was penetrated with Hubby positioned at an angle. 

Jan was being cocked as if held at a distance, the thrusts running in and out at full length.  Hubby's rhythm was slow and steady, giving Jan maximum insertions, never once popping out in that awkward way.

They'd started off at the bottom of the bed but, forced back with each powerful thrust, Jan's head was soon pushed up against the headboard. 

She took her chance to put her hands behind her head, gripping the headboard, bracing herself against the steady penetrations, pushing herself as far onto the probing cock as she could go.

In a matter of thirty or forty strokes climax, shared, was upon them.  Hubby shafted Jan deep, ground himself againt her bone, gripped her back and pulled her muscularly at him, trapping Jan's breasts between them.  Jan wrapped her legs tight round Hubby, pulling him in.

As he pulsed his delight into her, Jan gasped and shook in the mutual orgasm.  It was all timed to perfection.

Jan smiled her smile as Hubby lay, complete, upon her.

All she said was, "Wow!" 

There would be time, in the afternoon and, again, at night, for more.

Glowboy  ABERDEEN