I’ve just finished a job that I had high expectations of. In fairness the Mrs hadn’t long been married and she was only in her early 20’s so I think she was just flirting. I did think at one point that she was up for a fuck when she passed her living room window topless, flashing her nice firm titties. On the last day she asked me in to get out of a rain shower and she was just wrapped in a towel after getting out of the shower. Fuck did I have a hard on but my rule is that I flirt but they have to initiate. She did start by ‘accidently’ letting her towel slip and giving me a flash but she panicked a bit and bottled it. But like I said last time, I don’t fuck all the time, sometimes I can go for months without a new fuck and other times its be two or three clients in a row. This got me thinking of the strangest fuck I’ve ever had and one came to mind that stands out way ahead of the others. Quite some time ago I had a big job and I shit you not, it was for a guy who sorts out the admin and funding for a couple of big churches and his Mrs. He was a complete arse and she wasn’t much better, complaining as soon as I arrived questioning whether I was up to ‘such a big job’. I nearly told them to piss off but work is work and as he was away for most of the day so I had to deal with her. She was around 40 and at best plain looking with a pencil body, not much shape and tiny tits. But she had ginger hair and I have a thing about ginger. The first week was sort of ok, I did my usual flirting, not to get a shag but just to warm her up so I didn’t get as much grief. Now and again she would wear a blouse and at first there was a bra and then she didn’t bother and one or twice she caught me looking at her tits and on occasion bullet hard nipples. Then the day came. I called her outside to give her an update on how the landscape was forming. This time she was wearing a blouse open to below her tits so to give me a little show and she was wearing a tight skirt and I couldn’t help notice that she had a nice arse. I stood her at the bottom of the garden and thought I’d have some fun with her so I stood behind her with one hand on her waist pointing out my plans for the rest of the garden. She moved back so her backside was pressed against my groin. After a short while I noticed she was moving a little so she was rubbing against my cock. I pulled her in a little tighter and she responded by rubbing her arse a little more against me. After a few second of this she took my hand and placed in just under her breast on her skin. I moved it up a little so I was barely touching her right breast. She did the rest, taking my hand and nudging it up until I was cupping her small breast and tweaking her solid nipple. The two of us gently rubbing against each other, me having a good feel of her growing nipple still talking about the garden right up to the point where a car door slammed and she bolted doing herself up just in time for her husband to come round the corner. After a few min he was gone so I walked into the kitchen to see if she was ok. She stood in front of me her blouse undone again and pointed between my legs telling me to ‘take that out’. I unzipped my jeans but before I could pull my nob out she was doing it for me, slowly massaging my stiff cock. . She seemed mesmerised as though she had been hypnotised until she asked me to touch her again. I pulled her blouse off and started to touch her and the rougher I was the more she tossed me off. After a min or so of this I pulled my top off and dropped my jeans then undid her blouse and pulled it off. Her skin was milky white, her red hair looking even brighter against her skin, her nipples were the brightest red I had ever seen and long and solid. I remember thinking ‘fuck this’ and pulled her skirt to the floor to expose her ginger pussy. I pushed her back against the table, lifted her onto it and started to eat her pussy. It was pretty clear I was the first to do this to her and she tasted sweet. She was trembling and could hardly breathe. Then she gasped telling me that he won’t be long. So I worked my way up to her tits taking one then the other completely in my mouth and giving her a good suck. She told me to be quick so I was. I slipped my cock into her ginger pussy and fucked as hard as I could. The table was sliding across the floor as I pounded her, my cock stretching her and my balls slapping against her arse. I loved her squeal, telling first to be quick then not to stop. I know I’m a slag but even I don’t want to get caught so I hammered her holding her up by her hair with one hand and squeezing her tits with the other until I shot cum into her which made her scream and shake, the swat was pouting off me and even perspiration was running down her chest and tiny solid tits. I had hardly made it back to the garden when he came back and I waited to see if she had composed herself in time. She had and came out to give her husband a report on what I had done ( garden wise). She actually told him in front of me that if I spent less time drinking tea and doing more work it would be finished quicker and would cost them less. I was fucking furious. She wasn’t complaining about me not gardening 5 minutes ago when I she was creaming at the end of my cock cheeky bitch. Then the next morning I just wanted to get the job done so arrived early. She came out with her husband, he told her to get me to sign a letter he had written to confirm the price and that they wouldn’t’ be paying for any delays. Then he scampered off like a fucking weasel in his tweed jacket with checked shirt and cream coloured trousers. I felt like calling out to ask him if his wife had told him about her orgasm at the end of my cock. I was still mad three hours later when she came out holding a piece of paper and asked me to come inside. I ignored her for about half an hour until she knocked on the window and I stormed in. The bitch was standing there with her blouse open looking at the floor sheepish. Now I was totally confused but she unzipped her skirt and started to let it fall but grabbed it as though she had second thoughts. Then she looked up briefly and asked if we could do it again, paused and let her skirt fall to the floor. I didn’t know whether to fuck her walk out and finish my job or just walk out. In the end I decided to fuck her. I walked her to the table and she asked me if I was going to be rough with her again. I didn’t answer, just bent her over the table and held her there until I could get my nob out and fucked her doggy style then lifted her up and impaled her on my cock and walked round the kitchen then living room whilst she rode me like I was her first ever fuck. . I know I’m a twat but I took a photo of her and her husband and whilst fucking her against a wall showed her the photo and told her that her husband was a dickhead. I think I was still pissed off. That seemed to do it for me and I same realy hard and poured it into her, I came so hard my legs almost buckled and she seemed to have such a deep orgasm that I had to lay her on the floor. She took hold of my leg and asked me if it was ok, I said almost then knelt over her and fucked her face squirting the last cum into her mouth then told her it was fucking excellent. We fucked the next day and the day after in the same way. I had actually finished the job by then but felt sorry for her and she seemed actually upset that I had finished. She paid me and then asked if I would take her to bed. I thought why not, she deserved it and we spent a good few hours fucking in her and her husband’s bed but this time I was gentle, I mean it was the least I could do and like I said, she deserved it. She came two or three times until I had to go and I left her laying there cum on her tits and mouth. I never went back but often wondered if I was her last. After all, inside that quite little house wife was a woman who just wanted cock.