Old Albert Akwright stood at the front of his little mid-terraced shop as he put the last of his mop and buckets on his kerbside display.
He looked up, across the road at his fiance's unassuming flat, wondering what delights she was up to this morning, as she got ready for her shift as the district nurse for the area.
Her curtains fluttered slightly, revealing a silhouette that made his heart thump and his cock stir. Was she pulling the elasticated stockings up her full thigh, snapping her suspender belt around her round curvaceous hips? Was she stuffing her enormous breasts into her girdle and bra, their weight refusing to be contained in her tight nurses uniform?
Gladys Emmanuel, the love of his life, had been his fiance for the past six years.
A voluptuous woman with breasts that filled her uniform, and a bottom that could plug a hole in a sinking ship.
Her raven hair was always neatly tied back in a bun, her uniform starched and crisp.
Her eyes sparkled like the jewels she never wore.
But it was her dedication to her job that had him worried.
He knew they were both sexually frustrated, working all hours, with him never having the time to satisfy her needs but he had always been proud of his reputation for being open all hours. His main worry was if his fiancee was being open all hours for another man.
Granville, his 32-year-old nephew, worked for Albert at the shop.
A good lad, but he had noticed something odd about him lately.
He had been spending more time than usual at Gladys's place, claiming to help her with odd jobs.
But Albert knew his nephew had an eye for the ladies, and Gladys was certainly not an exception.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months.
Granville would visit Gladys in the early morning during his deliveries on his ram-shackle old bike or after her shifts, bringing with him an assortment of vegetables and fruits from the shop.
Albert pretended not to know, but he could see the glint in his nephew's eye and the smug smile on his face as he returned.
He was sure Granville was up to no good, but he couldn't bring himself to confront them.
He didn't want a young whipper-snapper like him with his filthy ideas, getting all inaproppriate with his customers. How would that effect his profits, after all.
It was a warm summer's day when Mrs. Featherstone, a regular customer and long term widow, always dressed in black, wandered into the shop, her nose wrinkling as she approached the produce section.
"Albert," she said, holding up a cucumber, "this vegetable is off. And so are the others."
Albert took it from her, sniffing it and nodded.
"I'll throw these out," he said, hoping she wouldn't recognize the scent that clung to it.
But Mrs. Featherstone was not one to be easily fooled.
"It smells like something else," she said, her eyes narrowing, "like something... musky." her eyes betraying what she wanted to say, which was that it smelled of pussy.
Albert felt the blood rush to his face as he realized what was happening.
In a split second he realised the vegetables smelling of pussy and the recent spring in Granville's step must linked!
He stormed across the road to Gladys's flat, and let himself in, being as quiet as he could and crept through to the bedroom where he could hear noises.
Never in his wildest dreams dide he expect to see the sight that greeted him.
There was young Granville, his pants around his ankles, his cock in his hand, and Gladys, straddling an aubergine, her nurse's uniform pulled up around her waist.
Her massive tits bounced as she fucked herself with the vegetable, her eyes locked on Granville's cock.
"W-w-w-w-what's going on here?" Albert stammered, his face red with rage and embarrassment.
Gladys looked up, a mix of surprise and annoyance on her face.
"Albert, this isn't what it looks like," she began, but Granville just chuckled.
"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like," Granville chimed in, stroking his cock lazily, "Gladys needs some relief, and you're never around to give it to her. You're always in that flaming shop!"
Albert felt his world crumbling around him.
How could she do this to him?
How could his own flesh and blood betray him like this?
Was it the Hungarian in him? They were always prone to things like this.
But Gladys just looked at him, her eyes hard.
"I've told you before, I won't marry you until you close that dam shop more often," she said, her voice cold, "and until then, I have needs too. And if you can't take the time to satisfy them, then someone else will."
Granville stepped forward, his cock now fully erect.
"Looks like you're going to have to watch, Uncle Albert," he said, "unless you want to start doing your part."
Albert felt his cock stiffen in his pants, despite the anger and betrayal coursing through his veins.
He knew he had to do something, but what?
Gladys's words echoed in his mind: "someone else will."
So he did the only thing he could think of.
He stepped aside, allowing Granville to continue, and took a seat in the chair by the bed.
He watched as his nephew's cock slid in and out of Gladys's mouth, her eyes never leaving Arkwright, watching his expression as she sucked on his nephew's cock.
He watched as she moaned and writhed on the aubergine, her mature hairy pussy gripping it tightly, her juices soaking into the bed sheets.
He watched as Granville's fingers on her swollen clit brought her to climax, her body convulsing, her eyes rolling back in her head.
And then, as Granville pulled away, licking her cunt juice from his fingers, Gladys looked at him, a glint of something in her eye.
It wasn't love, but it was something else.
A challenge, perhaps.
"It's your turn," she said pointing over at Albert as he sat in the chair in the corner, her voice low and sultry.
Albert felt his resolve crumbling.
He knew he couldn't just sit there and watch.
He had to claim what was rightfully his.
So he stepped forward, his cock now straining against his trousers under his brown grocer's overcoat.
He pulled his overcoat open and pulled his trousers down, revealing his own thicker erection, and took Granville's place.
Gladys looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Show me what you've got," she purred.
And so he stepped towards the bed and pushed his fiancee back on the bed, his thick cock in his fist, aiming it at her glorious old fuck-hole.
He fucked her hard and fast, his cock plunging into her pussy, filling her up like the aubergine never could.
He watched and listened as she moaned and squirmed beneath him, her nails digging into his back.
He felt her pussy tighten around him, and he knew she was close.
But she didn't come until he pulled out and slapped her clit with the head of his cock, making her scream.
It was then that he knew he had her. He had taken control and reclaimed her from his nephew as his woman, as his prize.
And as he shot his load across her massive breasts, she looked up at him with something like admiration.
"Alright," she said, panting, "I will marry you. But you better make it soon before I think this is just another ploy to keep me hanging on."
And so, the wedding was set for the following week.
Gladys promised to be a devoted wife, but with one condition.
The shop would close early every Tuesday and Thursday, and she would have the nights to herself to take a lover if she so wished and he would have to watch before reclaiming her as a cuck husband should.
Albert agreed, knowing that he had to keep her happy.
On those nights, sometimes Granville would come over, bringing with him a fresh vegetable or two from the shop.
And Albert would sit in the chair, watching as his fiance or who ever she chose, took her pleasure from their cocks, her body contorting in ecstasy.
He had been cuckolded, but in a way, it was exactly what he needed.
Granville had become the key to unlocking Gladys's sexual desires, and in doing so, had made their relationship stronger.
Albert knew he would never neglect her again, never neglect her needs or her hungry old pussy.
And Gladys knew that she had the power to make him obey, to make him watch and make his cock hard as she took her pleasure, always watching his expression as she satisfied her greedy old pussy.
The shop remained open, but it was never the same.
The vegetable section had a new, secret meaning, and every time a customer questioned the freshness of the stock, Albert couldn't help but smirk.
He had learned his lesson.
And every time he saw Granville, he knew that his nephew had played a part in securing his future with Gladys.
Their marriage was a strange one, but it worked for them.
And as he closed up shop early each evening, he would stand there, a slow, wandering dialogue playing out in his mind about what a funny old day it had been as he looked up at the window of his and his wife's small flat, watching the shadows of the various men in the windows, behind the curtains a they took their turn at plunging their massive penises in and out of his wife's pussy as she wore her tight nurses uniform and kept herself 'open all hours' for her many lovers from the area.
But it was a small price to pay for the love and satisfaction that nurse Gladys Emmanuel-Arkwright brought to his life. |
