Page 25 of Tushie: A Taboo Tale of Forbidden Love

Even through his thick dressing gown, she could feel how hard he was already.

She took half a step back and ran her fingers along the seam of the gown and then slipped her hand inside, groping for him and finding him standing to attention. As her fingers closed around him, she bit his lip softly with her teeth and looked up into his eyes.

He surged in her grip and slid his hands down from her neck, along her spine, across the small of her back and smoothly over the curve of her silk covered bottom where he paused and squeezed.

Elsie, still gazing into his eyes, winked and turned around, pushing her ass up against his now exposed cock. Carefully, she slid him between her cheeks, and Cole looked down in surprise as he felt something hard. His wife’s hands began to shimmy her dressing gown up until it was bunched around her waist and as he looked down at her sweet behind, he saw the little red jewel and smiled.

‘Great minds think alike,’ she said as she led him by the hand over to the picnic table.

She kissed him again, then pulled the small bottle of lube out of her pocket, squirted a little onto her fingers and rubbed it up and down his solid, surging member.

‘Quickly,’ she said as she turned and bent over the table. ‘I need you inside me.’

Cole didn’t hesitate, pushing up against her and pressing the tip of his cock against her sweet little opening.

‘And what is it you’d like me to do, Mrs Winters?’

‘Fuck me in the ass. Right here and right now.’

Cole smiled, braced himself, then pushed his cock inside her hard, as Elsie closed her eyes and moaned.

THE END

KEEP READING for a sample from the sequel to Tushie, and the next book in the Taboo Fantasies series: Muffin: A First Time FFM Ménage Romance

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MUFFIN - SAMPLE

ELSIE‘S FEET CRUNCHED through the frozen grass as she carefully made her way down towards the bird feeder that hung from the old silver birch in the back garden of her country cottage home.

It was mid March, and winter had been particularly brutal this year. Each week however, like clockwork, Elsie would refill the bird feeder with shelled dry-roasted peanuts, sunflower seeds and cracked corn and a week later, the cup would be empty.

Whether it was squirrels, mice or birds feeding from her little cup, it didn’t matter to her, as long as she was helping nature along its course.

As she ambled her way slowly across the freezing, crackling grass her mind began to wander.

It had been almost two year’s since she and her handsome husband Cole had married, and she had never been happier.

Somehow every day seemed better than the last, every week she fell more in love, and every month she felt more and more attracted to him, as though he was somehow ageing like a fine wine.

She could swear she wasn’t the only one too. When they went out together, she would catch other women checking him out. At restaurants, girls would casually glance at him, even if they were out with their dates, or sometimes even their own husbands. In clothes shops girls would turn around to get a second glimpse of him, pretending to be taking a closer look at something garish that would never suit them. In supermarkets, hot mum’s pushing trolleys laden with children would smile at him and linger too long as they walked on by.

She found it invigorating.

Far from feeling jealous or defensive, she loved and basked in the attention he unknowingly garnered. It made her feel proud to be with him, and he was utterly oblivious to it.

She tightened her dressing gown around her waist and pulled it close, shivering in the minus-three chill. Beneath her gown she was wearing a jumper and pyjamas, thick socks and rubber heeled slippers, and yet she still felt cold.

Her gloved fingers fumbled for the cup and then poured in the mixture from her little pre-prepared pouch, filling it to the brim with the assortment of protein feed.

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