I was talking to my mate Tony at work. He's a fair bit older than me, he taught me the ropes when I first started. As usual I was moaning. Poor old me. Like every other time, it was about my divorce. I ended up with virtually nothing and paying for almost everything. I don't have a car anymore and I live in a pokey little flat, in a run down part of town.

"What you need is a good woman to cheer you up."

"I thought I had one."

"Not a psycho bunny boiler. A proper decent woman."

"Going to lend me Trisha?"

"She'd eat you alive."

"Maybe that's what I need."

"Trust me, you don't."

We carried on for a while but eventually I ran out of things to complain about. I thought nothing more about it. About ten days later Tony said,

"I've set you up on a blind date."

"Trisha?"

"Like I said, you really wouldn't want that. Her name is Rachel. The Red Lion, seven O'clock on Saturday."

"How will I recognise her?"

"Half rim glasses and big tits. Just your type."

At worst I'd get stood up but at least I could have a pint in the pub. Why not. Tony had done me a favour, not much to lose.

A shower, a shave and some half decent clothes, I set off to catch the bus into town. I was early, only by about fifteen minutes. I ordered a drink and waited. I kept looking around, in the hope that the woman would turn up. I was scanning between the two entrances. I missed her.

"Mrs Holmes."

"That was a long time ago. Rachel, please."

My jaw just about hit the floor. Mrs Holmes was our geography teacher at School. We always thought she was really strict. She dressed plainly, short hair. Rumours abounded that she was a lesbian That didn't stop us lusting after her large breasts. Not that we would have known what to do with them. Was Tony taking the piss. She's about as old as my mum.

"He didn't tell you did he? I'll smack his bum next time I see him." She said.

"Sorry. Would you like a drink?"

"G & T please."

I carried my pint and her drink to a table and we sat down.

"Probably a bit of a shock and not what you were expecting. Not exactly the hot bit of stuff you had in mind."

"I'm not sure I can answer that, without sounding rude."

"Be as rude as you like. I am."

That threw me a bit. Rude and Mrs Holmes were two things which didn't really seem to go together. She seemed a lot more relaxed than I remember but it was a long time ago and in different circumstances. At least our speculation about her sexuality seemed to be wide of the mark. I decided to bite the bullet.

"Well, I suppose I had a mental image."

"Someone younger and more sexy."

I shrugged.

"It's alright. I know my limitations. For now, let's just enjoy our drinks and have a talk."

So we did. I gave her the short version of what I'd done since leaving school. She'd stopped teaching. Too much stress. I could see that. Even if I was bright enough, it wouldn't have been my choice of jobs. Dealing with thirty rowdy teenagers day in and day out can't be fun. I went to the bar for another round. A lesson from dad. Never let women buy a round in a pub. When I got back she said,

"I know you all thought I was a muff diver. I tried it once, at teacher training college. Didn't hit the spot. Although, she did."

I nearly choked on my drink.

"Nice to know that I can still shock."

"I wasn't going to mention it."

"Like these." She said, wiping the fingers of both hands outwards across her boobs.

I raised my eyebrows.

"It wasn't difficult to see you all staring. I don't mind, I never did."

This really was a WTF conversation. I was sat with my old teacher talking about her tits and muff diving.

"Struggling with this, aren't you?"

"Just a bit." I stammered.

"Forget the teacher stuff. I told you, I'm rude, I always have been. I just had to behave before. I don't now. Do you like to misbehave?"

"Not recently, if I'm reading this right."

"Read it how you like. I think we both know where this is heading. That's why Tony sent you."

"How do you know him?"

"He and Trisha live a couple of doors down, on the other side of the road."

We finished our drinks and she said,

"Are you coming back? Or, am I too scary?"

I smiled, took the glasses back to the bar and followed her outside. She hailed a taxi. It was a bit strange going down the street and not going to Tony's. Nice houses. She paid the taxi driver and we went inside. Not before I looked across the road. Would Tony have seen the taxi pull up? I suppose in some long forgotten dream I must have fantasised about this.

She seemed to be in a rush. She put her keys and handbag on a small table in the hall and started climbing the stairs. I followed on. Her reasonably large bottom almost in front of my face as we went. At the top she opened a door on the left, lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers. It wasn't until a couple of seconds later, that I realised it was the bathroom. She turned and sat. I jumped back.

"Never seen a woman pee before?"

"Actually, no."

"Too much to drink, bursting. Bedroom behind you. Be there in a tick."

I beat a hasty retreat. If I was expecting a BDSM dungeon or something from a brothel, I was disappointed, just your average pine double bed with a flowery duvet cover. I was surveying the scene when a large pair of boobs hit my back and a pair of hands sought my crotch.

"I hope we can do better than that." She said.

A bit of a fumble for my zip and her fingers slid inside.

"That's better. Just checking."

Assured that I was up to the job, she released me. All the quicker to get ready for bed. We stripped off, almost in unison. My shirt, her blouse, my trousers, her skirt. At that point I paused. Why? To watch her release her breasts from their confinement, of course. As impressive as I'd imagined, presumably a bit more saggy than when I'd been at school but I wasn't going to complain. Back in the moment, I started to remove my pants. Hers almost as big as mine, were almost ripped off.

"Bet you never thought it would be like this."

She was right. That must be the narrowest Brazilian in existence. She pushed me back onto the bed and jumped on after me. A fit old bird. She climbed on, her big bum wiggling in a highly interesting area, while she dangled her boobs over my head, her nipples swinging across my lips. She settled enough for me to get a good suck.

"Worth the wait?"

All I could manage was a bit of a hum. I reached up and massaged the magnificent orbs. She didn't seem to want to wait for foreplay. A hand on my dick, she rose slightly, rubbed my knob along her slit a couple of times, before she started to take her pleasure. I felt a little short changed. I wanted time to get to grips with everything. Where to next? I reached for her bum. Soft squidgy, my finger sank in. Soft, warm flesh. She leant back slightly taking me deeper. Her boobs were swaying and flapping.

"Don't just lay there gawping and groping my arse. Know what a clit is?"

Not easy in this position. A bulge of pudgy skin. I slid my fingers down her tiny stubble patch

"Take a gold star."

Her movements on me slowed slightly but that gave me better access. Rude didn't really cover it. I'd got used to one and done. Rachel was nothing like my ex. Three and I had to say,

"Can't."

I thrust up but it didn't move her much. I felt a little ashamed. Mostly for not lasting longer.

"Was I worth the wait?" She said.

"Did you really need to ask?"

"You can release the little fella, I haven't got another one in me, at the moment."

I thought for a couple of seconds, realised what she meant and moved my hand. She flopped forward squashing her fabulous breasts against my chest. I moved my hands round to her back and slid them down to her bum.

"Behave or you'll get six of the best. You haven't got another one in you either. In the morning."

Invited to spend the night. She slid off me and held me close. She slept almost at once. I lay there for a while. Nothing to complain about and a lot to be grateful for. She may be getting on a bit, full of figure but that was better than any sex I'd had with my wife. This lady knows how to enjoy herself. I guess that is why Tony set me up with her.

I was woken in the morning by the duvet being whipped off me. Bleary eyed, I didn't have long to come to. She took my hand, ran it down her belly, heading for the prize.

"A bit more down there than there used to be but you managed to navigate alright."

No problem with that at all. A satisfying rounded bulge divided by the small strip of hair. Not just a satisfying bulge but something to occupy my fingers. I still hadn't got a good look but those felt like a nice pair of pussy lips. I'm quite partial to ladies with nicely sized labia. Something to get my teeth into, so to speak, should I get the chance. For now, I was content to explore manually. She seemed happy with it too, if the few minutes I'd been playing was anything to go by. I'm not sure where the notion that old ladies are dried up comes from but it didn't apply here. Time to get a head start, to hold off for what was to come. I've become an expert at wanking, no choice lately. If I do say so myself, I'm not bad at doing the same for women.

In the daylight, I was seeing a whole lot more. Her boobs jiggled nicely as she came. The backs of her legs had been on the bed when I started, they began to rise. Slowly they came higher. A second one hit her with a long, low groan. I think she saw me craning my neck, trying to get a look. She stilled my hand.

"Go and get a close up."

No modesty here. She lifted her knees, legs wide. Decent, shiny labia forming a small butterfly around her long but narrow opening, surmounted by why she called the little fella. Not that little in my experience. Time to taste. I took it gently between my lips and sucked. She sighed loudly. I continued, whilst getting to know her pussy lips better, with my fingesr. She was opening up, I dipped a couple of fingers inside. A couple of gentle strokes along her upper wall and she roared out another. Blimey. Louder than anything from last night. That must be good for her, so I carried on. A couple of minutes later, it was like I'd shocked her with thousands of volts. She managed to gasp a couple of words.

"Cock. Cock."

I leapt to it. Strike while the iron is hot. Or the woman is fit to burst. Hard and fast, at a pace I liked. Slapping into her plump pussy was way better than any fantasy I may have had about her. I think she was having as good a time as me. Well I was, until there was a man's voice behind me.

"Is he good?"

"Bloody amazing but I think you put him off his stroke. Yours?

"Sitting down might be a problem."

I turned my head to see an oldish man stood by the bed.

"Sorry. I'm Rex, Rachel's husband. Do carry on."

Easy for him to say, not so easy to do.

"Don't worry about him. A revelation, late in life. Likes a bit of cock." She said.

"Don't go both ways, I suppose?" Rex asked.

"Um. I haven't so far."

"Hope for me yet. I'll go and put the kettle on. See you when you're done."

It took me a little while to regain my mojo. I managed to cum but it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Rachel apologised for the interruption.

"No sense of timing, that husband of mine. He means well."

"Strange set up."

"Not really. I think what happened to him, is more common with older women. He just discovered that he prefers men. He has Jeremy and I get to fuck anyone I like. At the moment, that's you. Good job I'm retired. I don't thing the headmaster or PTA would approve of this."

She showed me to the bathroom and helped me to shower. Not that I needed help but being pressed against a warm soapy body, in a small shower cubicle was something new.

Dressed and downstairs, not only had Rex put the kettle on, he was cooking bacon, eggs and sausages.

"Hope you're not a veggie."

"No. All of that smells great."

He finished cooking and the three of us sat at the dining table. Rex stabbed one end of a sausage lifted it up and started giving it a simulated blow job.

"Rex Holmes! Behave. Michael doesn't want to see that."

"You can't beat a bit of sausage." He said.

"You'll be for it, if he doesn't want to come back."

Actually, there wasn't much chance of that. I'd just had, what dozens if not hundreds of lads at our school had lusted after. She might be getting on a bit but I'd be back for more, if it was on offer. I thanked Rex for breakfast and Rachel for everything else.

I had some stern words for Tony, when I got to work on Monday. He just laughed.

"Don't blame me. You wanted to get your rocks off. If you went home with her, that was a certainty. She's propositioned me more than once. Don't think I haven't thought about it. Those tits are great. She's even flashed them at me out of the window but Trisha would kill me."

"What about Rex?"

"Bit of a boy. Apparently, one day he just decided he was a bum boy."

Tony is none to subtle or PC.

"He's a good laugh. I always thought he was a good bloke. Still is. Just don't bend over when he's around. Going back for seconds?"

"Probably."

"Good then?"

"Let's just say it has potential."

It had begun in less than auspicious circumstances. I'd hoped for a nice looking young lady, to form a lasting relationship with. Perhaps even someone to take home to meet mum and dad. In this case that definitely wasn't going to happen. I've got no plans to even tell them.

I phoned to arrange another meeting. Rex picked up the phone.

"She'll be pleased. She's been talking about you for the last few days. I hope you didn't mind me joking about when you were here. I can't help it."

"No it was fine. A bit confusing. Rachel didn't say anything about you. When is a good time to visit?"

"I'm away all weekend. Jeremy is taking me to Brighton. So fill your boots. Or should that be Rachel. There I go again. I'm off at about 6 on Friday evening. I'll tell her to expect you. Stay as long as you want to."

That really was going to take some getting used to. I couldn't really imagine how it worked day to day. Neither of them seemed to be jealous about how their lives had diverged. Were they ever in the house together, when one of them was entertaining?

Apart from having Rex walk in on us, the sex had been good. That was just one night. What would it be like if we had all weekend? I packed a bag on Thursday night and took it in to work with me. Tony spotted me putting it into my locker. He didn't say anything, he just smiled and winked. I actually grabbed a lift with him after work. It made sense. It didn't put him out. He parked up outside his place. As we got out of the car, Trisha opened their front door.

"Coming in for a drink? Of course you aren't. Don't do anything I wouldn't. Although, I wouldn't do Rachel. I much prefer him." Pointing at Tony.

"Want a lift in on Monday?" He asked.

"Think I can handle it for that long?"

"If I know her, she won't let you out." Trisha said.

I thanked them and walked across the road. Rachel opened the door and squeezed her tits together, almost forcing them out of her plunging neckline and pointing them at Tricia and Tony, who had stood watching my progress. I moved inside.

"They like a good session as much as I do. I've tried to get an invite but no luck." She said.

I let that slide.

"If you've got lots of clothes in there, you won't need them." She said, taking my bag and dropping it at the bottom of the stairs."

She showed me into the lounge and told me to help myself to a drink. She disappeared past the dining table, into what I presumed was the kitchen. She returned about half an hour later, with two plates, which she placed on the table.

"Come and get it."

She might be a good teacher, a sexy larger lady, tolerant of her husband's love of cock, but she's no chef. I can't complain too much. Steak pie, mashed potato and green beans. It wasn't terrible, nor was it as good as my own cooking. Still, she'd made an effort. After dinner, we moved back to the lounge. I had another beer and she downed a couple of large glasses of red wine.

"I expect Rex is well stuffed by now."

I gave her a questioning look.

"He likes to be on the receiving end. Jeremy is like that old Andrex advert, strong and very, very long."

"Don't you mind?"

"I did at first. I think I could always tell he was never as interested as me. We got married because it is what couples are meant to do. He fulfilled his part of it but it was if there was always something missing. It wasn't until a couple of years ago that he admitted that he'd like to try something else. We talked. He got what he wanted and I'm free to express myself."

Since we had started to be open, I asked her,

"Just how do you express yourself?"

"If you're after a body count, not telling. If you're wondering what I'll do, the list is way longer than what I won't."

A little bit cryptic. Taking a wild stab in the dark, based on what I knew, she'd fucked loads of men since the change in her marriage. I was now curious about what she would do, so far it had been nothing too unusual.

Rachel decided that it was time to resume what we'd started previously. Still hot and sweaty after a long day at work, I asked to used the shower. After my previous visit, I wasn't at all surprised that she squeezed in beside me. She really could do with a bigger cubicle. Awesome having her huge soapy tits rubbing against my chest. Not quite so good for getting washed. She 'helped' wash my cock and balls. We got dry and moved to the bedroom.

She didn't seem to display the same urgency as she had last time. Obvious really, she must have known Rex would be back, last week. Now we had time, plenty of time.

"Got any kinks, unusual fantasies or done and weird stuff in the bedroom?" She asked.

"Not really. All pretty standard stuff, apart from fucking my teacher while she talked to her husband."

"You're still young. Plenty of time."

With that, in a sort of rolling motion she was on top of me. Did I wince slightly? She isn't exactly the lightest and all of her weight, unsupported, was bearing down on me. A little discomfort. She took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me repeatedly. I could feel very gentle movements of her body. I've no idea how she was doing it but it felt like every part of her body was moving in a different direction, at the same time. I tried to move, to reposition my hardening dick but couldn't. I moved my hands down her sides, to her hips, trying to both feel what she was doing and release my erection.

"That's what we need."

I presume she meant my hard dick. Slowly, inch by inch she moved down my body, until she was between my legs at the foot of the bed. Leaning forward, she squashed her breasts together around my dick. Wow that was a lot of flesh. So much, that I couldn't actually see my cock. It felt amazing as she manipulated those wonderful tits. Much more of that and I'd blow my load. Experienced enough to realise the signs, she eased off. Her boobs hung down, from my viewpoint, they looked enormous.

I didn't have long to admire them as she shuffled a little further down. The action was obscured by her grey streaked sandy hair. The unmistakeable feeling of a blowjob, with her hand feeling my balls. Her fingers were moving in an almost rippling movement. Again, she eased off when she sensed the tension. Her mouth was replaced by her fingers gently brushing the underside of my dick as she started to kiss and suck on my balls. Almost involuntarily my knees raised slightly. Even having my balls sucked was new. What happened next was unbelievable. Her grip on my cock tightened slightly and her wanking increased in intensity. No stopping the inevitable. What set me off was her tongue on my arsehole. I don't think I've ever cum so much in my whole life. I felt the blobs of cum hitting my chest and belly. She didn't let up, she just kept rubbing and licking. When I wank I stop when I cum and nobody else had done this to me. It was a cross between agony and ecstasy.

My body was still twitching and jerking, even when she stopped. She raised her head and inspected the results of her efforts. I expected tissues. Instead, she slowly resumed her position over me, licking and sucking my torso clean. What a woman. It's probably a good job we didn't know about this when we were at school. We'd have been cumming in our pants constantly. Finishing her journey back, she kissed me, with her slightly salty mouth. I might not have kinks but she definitely does.

I felt that I ought to give something back in return but she moved onto the bed beside me and seemed content to lay cuddling. I'm not sure what I could have done in any case, I felt drained, my balls really were. I thought she might want to talk but nothing was said. She lay on her side,with her my arm under her neck, her soft body close against my flank.

Time appeared to stand still. My mind almost empty. No thoughts of what had just happened or what might. Finally, I began to stir. I turned and looked her in the eye, she was grinning.

"Surprised? Shocked? Amazed?" She asked.

"All of the above."

We kissed and my hands started to explore as much of her body as they could.

"Don't feel you need to." She said.

I didn't feel obliged. I felt desire and longing. I wanted to, I wanted all there was to be had, whatever that might be. I turned to face her, on our sides, face to face, my right hand stroked her bum.

"Big, fat and wobbly."

"Nice and soft." I replied.

"Most men are obsessed with my tits. Understandable, look at the bloody size of them. Not you. You're interested but your obsession lies elsewhere. Not the first time you've gone for my arse. Not exactly shapely, is it? Don't answer that."

"I will answer, because it looks great."

"Liar. I've seen it in the mirror."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I'd like to behold it a lot."

She broke away from me. Was she upset by what I'd said. Not a bit of it. Up on her knees, she swivelled round, her head near the foot of the bed. She lowered her forehead onto the mattress, dipped her back slightly and started to wiggle her bum. From my recumbent position I had an incredible view. I'd never really though of myself as a bum man. I just liked women. Although, none that I've ever been with, were as open to talking about sex as Rachel is. Mostly, sex had been an unspoken act, controlled by a hand to move things here, or to prevent them going there. Perhaps just the occasional yes or no. This was totally different and I was loving it.

As she continued to dip and raise her back and sway her hips from sided to side, in and out of my view came the wet slit of her pussy. I guess she thought I'd had enough of that. She reached back and spread her cheeks. With the meatiness of her flesh, her wriggling hadn't revealed what I now saw, her wrinkled pucker. This is where all of the other women had said no, or pushed my hand away. This was a clear invitation, which I was probably too eager to accept. I nearly ricked my back in the process.

I ran my fingers along her damp pussy lips. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Her labia began to part. I pushed my thumb inside her welcoming pussy, pushing down towards her G spot. Holding it inside her, I managed to reach her clit with a couple of fingers. She started trying to hump my thumb. Time for my first taste. Did I think it was dirty? Not really. After what it had made me do, would it be the same for her. I circled my tongue around the slightly rough skin. She didn't flinch but let out a long contented sigh. My fingers thrumming on her clit was getting her close. I felt her anus flexing against my tongue. All of sudden the tip poked just inside, there followed, what I can only describe as an ear splitting scream. He sphincter clamped shut, expelling what had been probing. I lifted my head and watched her anus continue to twitch for about another twenty seconds. I slowly withdrew my thumb and she sank back on to her haunches.

If anyone had told me, that I could have some of the best sex of my whole life, without fucking, I'd have though the were off their noodle. The truth is, this had been amazing. Oh, that all women were like this. I suppose you just have to be lucky. Lucky didn't really seem a strong enough word for what I'd found.

Tony, Trisha and Rachel were right in what they said, when I arrived. She didn't let me leave, nor did I need any clothes. Between our activities, we showered, brushed our teeth, ate and drank. Although we hadn't fucked on Friday, we made up for lost time over the weekend. We did it frequently, as frequently as I could manage and everywhere. The house was like a sexual assault course.

On Sunday afternoon, she asked me something strange.

"You're not shy are you?"

"No."

What she was suggesting sounded somewhat bizarre. Until Rex walked in on us, I don't think I'd ever been watched. The two of us stood naked by the French windows in the dining room, looking out at the back garden. With her bum squashed up against the glass, I began fucking her standing up. After a few minutes of that, she wanted a change. She turned round, bent over and put her hands on the window. I got behind her, eased myself inside, took hold her her shoulders and began one of the hardest fucks I've ever had. I banged my groin into that soft, wide bum over and over again. Her tits must have been swinging all over the place. She came, just from the fucking, I only lasted seconds longer.

Tony knocked on the door on Monday morning to take me to work. He was constantly trying to extract the details of my weekend from me. If Rachel wanted to share, that was up to her but I wasn't going to.

I'm now spending almost every weekend there. I've got used to Rex being around. If he's not with Jeremy, most of the time he keeps his distance but that doesn't stop him occasionally, having or trying to have conversations while we are fucking. Along with not thinking about being fixated on women's bums, I'd not considered being an exhibitionist. My school report had always said, could do better. I hope that I now was.