Come on, brother-in-law, hurry up and shove it deep inside my pussy and fuck me hard... Ah... Ah...

My name is Jennifer White. People say my eyes alone can make a man hard in seconds deep, magnetic, always promising more. At 38D-28-40, my body draws stares wherever I go: full, heavy breasts with dark half-inch nipples that poke through tops, plump lips made for sin, and a round, firm arse that sways like it’s begging to be grabbed. I live in a quiet semi-detached house in Birmingham with my husband Mark, who’s sweet but never lasted more than five minutes and always finished outside. For years I smiled through the frustration.

I’ve known my neighbour Tom for ages. He’s in his late forties, divorced, fit from gym sessions, and we’ve always flirted double meanings, cheeky compliments, lingering looks across the garden fence. One afternoon I complained my body felt restless, tired. He joked, “You only get tired lying around at night, don’t you?”

I sighed. “That’s the problem. Five minutes and he’s done outside the pot, never inside. Leaves me aching.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t mind me asking… how long do you need?”

I met his gaze. “As long as it takes.”

Next thing I knew I was in his arms, kissing him hard. “Just my bit on the side?” I teased.

“Good food and this,” he said, sliding a hand under my skirt, “that’s enough for me.”

I nodded. He pushed me onto the sofa, spread my legs, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue worked slow circles on my clit until I was dripping. I yanked his boxers down; his cock sprang free thick, veined, at least eight inches, rock-hard. I wrapped my lips around it, tasting salt and heat, sucking deep until he groaned. “Fuck… you’re incredible.”

I pulled off. “Finish what you started first.”

He flipped me onto my back, lined up, and pushed in slow. My walls stretched around him; it felt like the first real fill I’d had in years. He thrust steady, deep, hitting spots Mark never reached. After ten minutes of hard rhythm I begged him to let me ride. I straddled him, sank down until he bottomed out, then rolled my hips. Every bounce made my breasts slap against his chest. He gripped my arse, guiding me faster. I came twice before he swelled and flooded me hot, thick spurts that overflowed, running sticky down my thighs.

I cleaned him with my mouth, savouring our mixed taste, then he licked me clean too, passing his cum from his tongue to mine. We fucked six times that night. Each round left me shaking, greedy for more.

Word spread quietly. A few weeks later Tom brought his mate Dave over for “drinks.” They asked for “a show.” I stripped slowly, letting them watch my breasts spill free. Dave groaned. Tom grinned. “She’s my little secret. Best fuck I’ve ever had tight, wet, insatiable.”

Dave offered cash. Tom looked at me. “Want to be a proper naughty girl?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

They took turns Dave sucking my nipples raw while Tom fucked me from behind. Then both at once: one in my mouth, one in my pussy, swapping holes until I lost count of orgasms. Three hours later Dave left forty quid richer; I was sore, satisfied, dripping.

The next night more arrived Dave, plus two others, Paul and Chris. They walked in demanding the same “welcome.” I stood naked in the living room. Four cocks surrounded me. They filled every hole: one in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my arse, the fourth in my hand. They carried me to the back garden, fucked me under the stars for four solid hours. When they finally collapsed, exhausted, I laughed. “Another round?”

Tom shook his head. “You’re a machine, Jen. Four blokes, four hours, and you’re still begging?”

“Fucking gives me energy,” I said. “The more I get, the more I want.”

No one suspected a thing at home. Mark thought my “glow” came from yoga. He never questioned why I stopped complaining about our sex life. Then one day Tom fucked me so hard I realised something: he was the real king of it all stamina, skill, endless hunger.

I still crave his tongue on my clit most. One evening I pretended to be off. “Not in the mood.”

He smirked. “What’ll get you in the mood?”

“Lick me first.”

He dropped to his knees, spread me wide, and ate me until I screamed. Later his friends returned three this time. They burst in, already hard. “Strip, love. We’ve got cash.”

I obeyed. They swarmed me, cocks everywhere, pounding every hole while I moaned like an animal. Three hours of relentless use left me trembling, full, blissful.

Now I skip work some days, lock the door, and wait for whoever shows up. Tom still reigns supreme he knows exactly how to wreck me best. Mark stays clueless, happy with his quiet life. Me? I’ve never felt more alive. Fucking is my fuel. The hungrier I get, the better it feels.

And yes my belly’s starting to round. Mark thinks it’s his. I smile and let him believe it. A woman always knows.