Elizabeth, with an eye to the future, did not go to bed with Carl that first night. It was the only time that she could remember going out with a man without fucking him or sucking him off, and it made a nice change. He asked her out again the next day.

Enough was enough, however.

On that second date, pretending that she was innocent and inexperienced, but had fallen in love and was therefore willing, Elizabeth allowed Carl to fuck her. He fucked her very satisfactorily. They began to go steady. She began sucking his prick, saying: "Oh, I never knew that it was nice to have a cock in my mouth, Carl – it must be because I love you so much."

She had never been sure if Carl believed her. He seemed to take her, at face value – and he certainly loved to take her in the face.

He proposed marriage a month afterwards and Elizabeth accepted without hesitation. Her life as a punchboard had ended. Despite the fact that she had been a very promiscuous young lady, she had become a faithful wife. Maybe it was because she had already sampled so many cocks that she no longer felt the need for variety. She thought that was probably true. They had a happy life together and Elizabeth never thought of cuckolding Carl.

And then came the day that he awoke late and didn't have time to give her a morning fucking and, looking out the window, she saw the smooth-skinned teen cutting the lawn next door – and realized, with amazement, that she had never once fucked a teenager.

Now, standing in front of the looking glass, with the cunt juice running down her thighs, Elizabeth frowned with concentration. She was wondering if she could seduce the teen without any repercussions. If Carl were to find out – well, it wouldn't be worth it. But it was true that what a man didn't know couldn't hurt him.