Mr Peacock - Sex Stories

Mr Peacock

... table in the corner reading the Farmers Weekly. I bought a pint and headed across to him. 'Mind if I join you ?' He glanced up then around at the other empty tables before looking back at me. ' Er no, please' he gestured to a seat and watched me sit down clearly wondering what I wanted. I didn't have a speech worked out, I didn't quite know how to say 'Hey do you fancy fucking this friend of mine' but I decided a picture always speaks a thousand words and I had a number of photos of H on my phone in various states of undress, I had pre selected a selfie she had sent me of her in the bath with her firm tits pressed together between her arms as she held the camera phone in front of her. Her lips were pursed in a kiss and she looked quite simply stunning. My hand was shaking as I withdrew the phone from my pocket and opened the photo onto the screen. I could feel Rogers stern gaze through his huge glasses, I turned the phone round and showed him the photo. 'What do you think ?' I stammered. He took the phone from me and looked at the picture, I could see the reflection of the image in his glasses. His eyes took in all the detail, her milky white firm boobs, her cheeky pursed lips. He scrolled through more photos, not something I had planned I had assumed he would see the photo and give the phone back but he was looking at more. I cringed with some embarrassment as he looked at one of her sucking my cock, another of her fingering herself, bondage, dildos it was all on there. ...

... After what seemed a lifetime he gave the phone back and looked quizzically at me. 'She's a sexy woman who needs a good fucking' he said. I breathed out for what felt the first time in an age. ' Great ! That's great .... Would you like to ..er do that .. To her I mean ?' 'Tomorrow evening 8pm' he replied and continued reading his paper. I was somewhat stunned, I was pleased he had accepted but it wasn't the conversation I had imagined. I retreated back to the bar with my pint and sent H a text that I was going to have some fun with her tomorrow. I didn't sleep that night my mind was a whirl of erotica, images of old men and younger women. Wrinkled cocks that became hard and fucked shaven smooth pussies. Tomorrow came and after work I went to H's, I tried to be normal and give no indication of what I had arranged. I even thought he might not show.. Would he know where she lived ? It was a small village of course he did. We drank some wine and fooled around, keeping an eye on the wall clock I steered her upstairs and encouraged her to be tied to the old pine bed. Each wrist bound with a mans silk tie ( her husbands.. If only he knew) and was then secured to the headboard corner posts in a crude knot. We had carried out these games many times before .. We had some role play of the burglar raping the lonely housewife in fact on one occasion when i hadn't tied her up she had fought like a cornered alley cat, spitting and scratching my back and neck which only aroused me further and I ...