Finally Shagging Christine Sex stories – Y2 Stories

I had wanted her for a long time, since she was a kid, and I had waited long enough.

I had known her since she was 2 yo. I began to lust after her since she was 12 yo. Now she was in her 30’s, married with two kids and a dog.

Christine was short, maybe 5 ft 2 ins, brown eyes, long dark hair, modest size tits, a slender waist and an ass you could die for. It was her arse that attracted me to her in the first place and all these years later she still had that gorgeous figure, even after two kids.

I can’t tell you how many wanks I have had thinking of her. I had even swiped a couple of pairs of her panties over the years when the opportunity presented itself.

She used to live with her parents just around the corner from me and I would see her all the time. I especially liked to see her in her school uniform. That little skirt, bare legs and white socks drove me nuts.

Now she had grown and long since moved a few miles away , so I didn’t see her much except when our families met at our house or her parents house.

Very occasionally we would all meet at Christine’s house for food and chat.

It was on those visits that I managed to acquire a key to the front door of her house. In a convo with her parents she revealed it was tucked under a window sill on a little ledge. I found it was there so I nicked it, had a copy made and put it back.

Another time she was arranging for her parents to come and pick something up from her house the next day and she told them the alarm code. It was a number based on her birthday, so easy to remember.

I now had the means to get into her house whenever I wanted. There was no cctv or ring doorbells at her house and I hadn’t spotted any in the neighbourhood. There were still multiple problems I had to solve before I could finally get my hands on her.

An opportunity presented itself when I heard that her hubby was going overseas for a few days with his job, which caused a problem for Christine because she needed to visit her head office down south on one of the days he was away, leaving childcare to be difficult.

As she was going to make an early start, her parents were going to have the kids and the dog overnight, feed them, and take them to and from school. Christine would be alone in her house for one night.

As a qualified pharmacist I have access to sedatives, and I chose a fast acting liquid sedative that I could administer via a micro fine needle from a modified insulin dispenser. I also acquired some chloroform to use if I needed it.

I told my wife I was out with the lads and not to wait up. I slipped out and drove to the area where she lives. I parked on the opposite side of the nature reserve which her house backed on to. From there it was 15 min walk through the woods and then over the fence into her back garden.

It was about 11:30 at night and there was no light leaking from her house or from any of her neighbours.

I sneaked across the garden, through the back gate and around to the front of her house. My heart was pounding as I put the key in the door. I was ready with the alarm code for when it started beeping. I would need to be quick or risk the noise waking her up.

I couldn’t believe it, she had gone to bed without setting the alarm. I quietly checked the ground floor to ensure there were no surprises, then crept up the stairs, checking all the other rooms before listening at her door.

When I was certain I could hear steady breathing, bordering on snoring, I carefully opened the door and looked inside. I couldn’t believe my luck, not only was she asleep, but she had one of those pink silk eye masks on and she had AirPods in. In the quiet of the room I could hear the crackle of rain sounds that she used to help her get to sleep.

I lifted up the bottom of the duvet until I saw one bare foot and I slid the microfine needle through the tough skin of her heal and pumped the sedative into her body. She didn’t flinch. Now I just needed to wait for it to take effect. I needed about 20 mins until she was definitely under, so I sat on the edge of the bed she usually shared with her husband and waited. Time went slowly, but it went.

I removed the duvet and made sure the curtains were fully closed before I put the lights on.

There she was, lying in the bed wearing pink silk pajamas that matched her eye mask.

I unbuttoned her top and spread it out away from her chest. There were her bare tits, in front of me for the first time. No bra to struggle with thankfully. Up close her tits were bigger than I had estimated, but not so big that the sagged. Oh, these puppies were firm and soft, with dark areola and nipples.

I squeezed and fondled them, taking my time to enjoy what had been denied for so long. I had a taste and a suck on them. They smelled of perfume and tasted slightly salty. I gorged myself on them causing the nipples to become erect and her tits to redden. I added to the reddening by slapping her tits several times, enjoying how they wobbled and shimmered.

I lifted her to remove her pajama top so she was naked from the waist up.

I took out my cock and rubbed it on her tits and across her lips. I tried to get her to open her mouth, but I could only get my cock between her lips and not past her teeth. I even put my dick in her ears and into her belly button. I rubbed it in her hair and trapped it between her chin and neck, fucking her across the throat. I could feel her throat move against my dick as she swallowed in her sleep.

I jumped off the bed and went to the foot and grabbed the legs of her pajamas and pulled them off.

Underneath she wasn’t naked. She was wearing a lilac silk thong with deep purple frilly banding.if they weren’t the sexiest panties I had ever seen, then they were a very close second.

I took the delicate waist band in my fingers and thumbs and pulled it down her legs and off completely. I rubbed the silk thong across my cock, the warm fabric felt so soft. I held the little triangle to my face. It smelled of perfume with undertones of pussy.

I opened her legs so I could get a look at her pussy. She had a small patch of short dark hair on her mound, just above where her slit started but then no hair at all. She had a very neat and tight slit with nothing protruding.

I ran my hands all over her exposed genitals, exploring his pussy lips, clitoris and hole. Her pussy really was smooth, no stubble or bumpy hair follicles at all. I wondered how she achieved that smoothness or if it was just natural for her.

I climbed on the bed and plunged my head between her legs and tasted all she had on show. My tongue and fingers probed deep inside her.

I turned her on to her tummy and, sweet Jesus, there was that arse that I had lusted over for more than 20 years.

It was even more beautiful than in my imagination. The curves were like they had been shaped by a master artist, her ass crack deep and inviting as it disappeared between her legs to join her pussy. I whipped out a small digital camera I had brought with me and snapped pictures of her arse from all angles.

I attacked it like a starving man would devour a perfect steak. I put my face against her cheeks and kissed them. I explored her ass crack and ass hole with my tongue. I placed my cock between those perfect globes and ground it into her inter gluteal cleft. Her bum crack swallowed it with only the head peaking out with each thrust.

I was edging close to an orgasm, but I wasn’t ready at all. I was going to enjoy this bitch who had cock teased me for two decades, whether she knew she was doing it or not.

I also took great satisfaction from seeing and touching another man’s wife. I had no business enjoying what was his and I could imagine the gut-wrenching sickness he would experience if he knew.

This caused me to grin as I turned her onto her back and spread her legs. I snapped some pictures of her pussy closed and held open, as well as a good few of her tits from multiple angles and distances.

I went down on her one last time , getting her pussy good and wet, before sliding my dick in really slowly, enjoying every inch of its progress inside her hole where only her husband should be. The sensation was beyond belief. Her cunt felt like it was made for my cock. Not too tight that I had to strain to get in and not too loose that my cock was lost in there. It was just right, applying the perfect amount of friction between us and allowing me to feel every contour of her love tunnel.

Her body was wonderfully supple, cushioning my thrusts in a delightful way. I buried my face in her chest and enjoyed her body to the full. I’m fucking your wife asshole, I thought, heightening my pleasure.
I pushed myself up on my arms so I could watch my cock spearing her cute pussy and stare at her perfectly formed breasts.

I pulled a heap of pillows in the bed and lifted Christine over them face down so her bare bottom was in the air. I took a couple of snaps of her from behind and one showing her tits dangling down underneath her.

I pushed my cock into her asshole which almost had me cum. I didn’t go in too deep, I didn’t want to tear anything or leave clues to what had happened. So I probed her ass just so I’d know I had left no hole untried.

Finally I slipped my cock into her pussy and fucked her good and hard. Although unconscious, her breath was forced out of her each time I thrust. I found that sound a real turn on.

I went at her cunt for maybe 20 more minutes. I felt my balls tingle and pleasure rampaged through me. My dick jerked, pumping my old man jizz into this young cunt. I pressed in as far as I could, letting my balls empty into her. I buried my face in her hair and grunted and swore as quietly as I could with my heart pounding, my mouth watering and my dick jerking inside wifey in their marital bed. Exquisite pleasure.

I lay on top of her with her ass in the air and the pillows pressed into her stomach.

Time to tidy up.

I got some flannels from their en-suite and used them to clean her pussy, pushing a flannel covered finger inside to remove my cum from where I could reach. I cleaned her legs, ass , tits, and wiped up any drips that had found their way onto the bed.

Once I was happy that I had cleaned her well enough, I dressed her again, leaving her exactly as I found her. I put her in the recovery position so nothing would happen to her in the night. I covered her with the duvet.

I checked around to make sure I had not left anything behind, before investigating her panty drawer to help myself to a couple of souvenirs.

I left the house, closing the door quietly and easing the Yale lock closed with my key.

Back through the garden, over the fence and through the woods.

I drove home the same way I came, using back roads to avoid cctv. I arrived home just after 2 am, stashed my camera, sedative / equipment and trophies under the floor panel in my wardrobe and climbed into bed.

I awaited anxiously the next day in case Christine realised what I had done. Nothing happened.

The Mrs and I ran into Christine’s parents whilst we were out for a walk. They had the kids with them. They told us that Christine had made it down to the head office ok. No drama.

No drama until Christine announced, three months later, that she was pregnant with their 3rd child. Go my sperm!

I mean, I can’t be sure it’s mine, but it’s a fucking big coincidence, right? I wonder if it will look like me when it is born.