When Kerri Munro returned to her car in the supermarket, she discovered one of her tyres was flat. The tyre was flat primarily at the bottom, where it sat on the tarmac, but the rest of the rubber tyre was still round-ish. Overall, her car was now stuck and undrivable.

‘Shit on a stick!’ She mumbled under her breath.

She kicked the tyre, which was useless because the tyre was still flat.

‘Shit!’ She said out loud, realising she had just bought a whole lot of frozen food for the freezer.

‘Oh, that looks bad,’ a voice said behind her.

Kerri turned, and a tall man stood looking at her and her flat tyre.

He was taller than she was and younger, about 25 years old. She felt slightly intimidated by his presence and her predicament.

‘If you have a spare wheel, I could change it for you.’ The young man offered.

‘I can manage. Thank you.’ Kerri blurted out.

She opened the car and pulled out the spare wheel. It looked brand new, as if it had never seen the light of day since the factory had placed it in the car. Sadly for Kerri, this meant the spare wheel was also flat—just as flat as the tyre on the car.

‘Shit!’ Kerri said and stood there confused and frustrated at this turn of events. This day was getting bad.

The younger man stood there and hummed a nonsensical tune. He avoided eye contact with Kerri and tapped his foot. He was standing there and did not go away.

‘Maybe you could help.’ Kerri said to him.

The younger man stopped what he was doing and immediately took over from Kerri.

‘First. Let me take you back to my house, put your shopping in my freezer and then we can get your flat tyre fixed and the spare wheel at the same time.’

Kerri stood there stunned by the suggestion that she go to his house with her shopping.

‘My name is Matt, and I live ten minutes away... ‘ He said to Kerri.

‘OK, where is your car.’ Kerri asked, giving her time to consider his offer. If he had a crappy car, she would refuse and deal with her flat tyre problem another way.

Matt pointed to a large, shiny red Volvo car.

‘That’s my car right there, ten minutes to my place and your shopping in my freezer... ‘ He trailed off, speaking as he looked to see if Kerri would take him up on his offer.

‘OK! Let’s do it.’ Kerri agreed because she liked the look of the Volvo. In her opinion, any man who owned a sensible Swedish car had to be trustworthy. A Volvo equals safety, so this man, Matt, should be a safe bet.

Twenty-five minutes later, Kerri was back at the supermarket car park with Matt, looking at her car with the flat tyre. Matt had been as good as his word. Ten minutes to his house, her shopping packed into his freezer and then ten minutes back to where her car was parked.

‘Now what?’ Kerri asked Matt.

‘I take the spare wheel and get it inflated. Then we swap the flat with the spare, and you should be good to go.’ Matt explained.

‘Hmm.’ Said Kerri.

‘You can stay here with your car, and I’ll be back in less than twenty, twenty-five minutes,’ Matt said.

Twenty-five minutes later, Matt returned with the spare wheel properly inflated and was changing the wheels on Kerri’s car.

“I don’t know how to thank you properly for doing this. Can I pay you something?’ Kerri said as Matt finished swapping over the wheels.

‘Ah, it’s nothing; I’m only glad to help out a lady in distress,’ Matt said with a broad smile.

Kerri then followed Matt back to his house, driving her car, Matt in his Volvo. Once again, it took only ten minutes for them both to arrive at the house together.

In the short journey following Matt, Kerri thought about how she might reward him. A kiss, perhaps, or something more. A look at her tits, flash her pussy at him. Maybe even let him fuck her. She was still thinking about this when they arrived and came to a stop outside Matt’s house.

Kerri smiled and followed Matt into the house.

‘I need to thank you.’ Kerri said to Matt.

‘No need. I’m happy to have been of help.’ Matt replied.

Kerri came closer to him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was a polite kiss. Then Kerri kissed him again, this time with more passion. Matt responded and kissed her back with equal passion. He felt her tongue invade his mouth, and he responded in the same way.

Kerri broke free, and she looked Matt directly into his eyes.

‘How would you like to give me a good hard fucking Matt?’ She asked him.

Matt paused for a few moments before answering her question.

‘Sure, why not? You want me to?’ He agreed and asked at the same time.

‘I am sure, Matt, come on, take me to the bedroom and fuck me till I cum... ‘ Kerri said and took hold of his hand for him to lead her to his bedroom.

They pulled off each other’s clothes in Matt’s bedroom a few minutes later. Kerri took off his shirt and jeans, and Matt took off her blouse and skirt.

The rest of their clothes followed, and they were soon both naked and rolling around on the bed together. Matt kissed Kerri as he groped her breasts. Kerri took hold of Matt’s cock and gave it an encouraging squeeze to make him harder.

‘Fuck Me!’ Kerri said.

Matt did not need any more encouragement. He pushed her legs apart, and she was willing to spread herself. Matt guided his stiff cock between her legs and between the soft folds of her pussy lips.

‘Oh Yes, Fuck Me!’ Kerri said in a husky voice.

Matt’s cock was parting her pussy lips and began to go up her cunt.

Soon they were both wrapped in each other’s arms, fucking like rabbits.

Kerri spread her legs apart to allow Matt to bang her as hard and as deep as he could.

They were locked together in a lustful embrace, Kerri on her back and Matt on top of her, their bodies moving against each other with an erotic rhythm between them. This was not the first time Kerri had done something like this. Her married life was boring, and over the past 17 years of marriage, she had many sexual experiences with other men. Matt was just her latest lover. Kerri enjoyed sex. Before she got married, she had sex with various boyfriends. And after she was married she and her husband had lots of sex together ... However, sex with the same man over the years was just plain dull. Kerri discovered that she needed more than just her husband to fuck her. She needs other men, younger men or older men ... Mostly, it was younger men as she tried to recapture her youthful love of life.