Hot Bovril

It had been a few months since Borvil had found me online. We had chatted, as you do, discovered that we live in the same town. Bovril told me from the start that he is married and has never been unfaithful. Ok not a problem as we were only chatting online. I found that Bovril is not happy with his sexless marriage, nothing he does or says persuades his wife to have sex. aving chatted to a lot of married men over the last few years this seems to be a recurring theme. Hey I didn’t want sex with my husband in the last 10-15 years either so I can understand that.

He was interested in my sex life and the things I get upto. I allowed him access to my blog (not this one but one of my previous blogs). He enjoyed reading both my exploits and my stories. I teased him relentlesly (I do adore teasing). We decided to meet up for a coffee on the last working day before christmas. We met in the cafe of a local garden centre. Chatting over a hot drink for an hour was nice then we went our seperate ways.

The next day was christmas eve and I wrote my story about a chance meeting on Christmas eve. Later when I had finished all the shopping I planned to do I took myself off to the view point high above the city. I text Bovril to let him know I was going to get a cuppa at my favourite view. So I was not suprised when he arrived there.

He joined me in my car, we chatted and drank our tea/coffee. He did kiss me but that was all. So if you were expecting that my story had come true you will be disappointed. We both had to get home so didn’t stay too long.

But if you think that was the end of it ……………………no.

A few days later we did a re-run. A different car park but still with a view over the city. We were going to get a drink in the nearby pub but didn’t. Instead we chatted kissed, fondled. Remember he is married with no sex. He was feeling very aroused in my company, I was feeling very empowered. Here was this faithful married man wanting me to do things to him that he had been missing for years. I let him fondle my breasts, I tore open his fly, releasing his already hard member. After a few moments of caresssing him I bent my head down to taste him. By now we both had our seats reclined, the windows were completely steamed up. I took him into my mouth and gave him his first ever blow job. I still find it odd that some men have never experienced a blow job.

His hand was fumbling between my thighs, I slid my jeans down to give him better access where I wanted him. I am sorry to say that he was not very skilled. But I guess that is down to his lack of experience even though he has been married for over 20 yrs. When we parted company to drive home in the growing dusk he left feeling satisfied, I did not.

Over the following months we chatted frequently and it was clear he wanted to see me again, he wanted me to teach him, to make him a better lover, how to give his wife pleasure, to show him what he had been missing all this time. But as time passed it became obvious that there was never going to be a time when we were both free. Gradually we chatted less and less. Now we chat once every few months for a few minutes.

Zoo

Louisa was just parking as I pulled into the car park, good timing by both of us. Crossing the road we walked into the pub together. Standing at the bar to order our drinks I glanced into the corner where the band and all their entourage would be, taking note of who was there.

We were both tired after a hectic week at work and didn’t fancy spending all evening on our feet, we found an unoccupied table on the far side of the entrance. It meant we wouldn’t be able to see the band paying but we would have no trouble hearing them. You would think that working together 9 hours a day 5 days a week we would run out of things to talk about but not so. I was sat with my back to the window, facing into the room.

I was amused to see that the drummer’s girlfriend RC walk over to our end of the room looking around before turning on her heel and retracing her steps. I wonder who she was looking for? A few minutes later the sound man’s wife walked past going to the ladies. Now I really did think that, that was funny. Our table was on a raised area set back from the main part of the room which was taken up by a couple of pool tables. When I had glanced at the band on our arrival I had noticed that TW was heading into the ladies room right next to where they were all sitting. So not only did I think she didn’t really need to go again so soon (10 or 15 mins at the most) but why go to the ladies room at the far end of the pub when there is one just a dozen steps from where you are sitting.

Throughout the evening both RC and TW were taking it in turns to walk through to the ladies. With each walk TW was taking more time to look in our direction. Obviously there was nothing wrong with the ladies on their side of the pub as none of the other ladies in their group were walking past us.

I am guessing that the two of them were too concerned with where I was to be able to enjoy the evening. Whereas Louisa and I had a lovely evening (my friend Janice was meant to meet us but didn’t make it). The one blight on my evening being a phone call from my ex but that aside I had a nice time minding my own business with a lovely friend listening to live rock music and chatting.

However by the time we left I did feel as though I was an exhibit in a zoo.

I did not see or speak to sound man (Karl) at all during the evening and have heard nothing from him since.

pre christmas peace and fun

Fiona stood at the bar, her trainers slipped slightly and the hems of her black jeans dragged in the mud.

One tea and a hot dog with onions please

She was taking a break from the manic masses that were everywhere. Her Christmas shopping was done. The presents for her children were wrapped and the food bought. Now all she needed to do was get the house straight. She had let things go for ages now and the kids did nothing to help. School books still lay on the table amongst the clean laundry that she had neatly folded, but was now a muddle of garments tumbling onto the floor. Fiona had come up here to get a breath of fresh air and take in her favourite view.

Make that two hot dogs, one tea and one coffee please mate

Said a voice from behind her right shoulder. As she turned to look at the owner of the voice she found herself looking at a man she had never seen before. He wore an orange rain jacket and jeans with walking boots. His face was kind, his eyes a soft green that twinkled at her as he smiled.

As Fiona opened her mouth to protest this man held his finger to his lips to indicate that she shouldn’t say anything.

‘I came up here to get away from the Christmas Eve crowds, I take it you are doing the same. Please accept these as a Christmas gift from one stranger to another to celebrate the peace we have both found.’

His smile as he spoke captivated Fiona, she was speechless, nothing like this happens to her. It’s the sort of thing you might read about in those soppy novels by the likes of Barbara Cartland. Nora Luft’s her ex husband had always called them.

The steaming mugs sat on the bar now as the man inside the van placed the two hot dogs on to the stainless steel holder where they could sit whilst sauce was added. That was a good idea meant you still had both hands free. Fiona picked up her hot dog complete with brown sauce and her mug of steaming tea she turned to the stranger to thank him and began walking towards her car. The man followed her to her car.

‘I come up here fairly often when I can. I love looking out over the city picking out the land marks then looking out over the harbour counting the ships.’

Smiling Fiona looks up into his face.

‘Yes I do that too……sometimes in the day like this but also at night when the city is all lit up. I like trying to pick out the places I know. It’s getting cold now; I am going to get into my car, thank you for these.’

‘No worries, it was a pleasure to put a smile on a beautiful face, why don’t you come sit in my car we can show each other the places we know’.

Seeing Fiona looking around puzzled.
‘Sorry my name’s Ben, my car is over there the other side of the white van.’

‘Hi Ben, Fiona, do you do this often? Buy drinks for stranger women and invite them into your car?’

‘Actually no, I am quite shy, but it must be something about the day and seeing you there alone, you looked so much at peace with yourself. You are very sexy did you know that?’

‘Thank you Ben.’

‘No thank you for allowing me to chat with you. Look I can see you are getting colder as you are shivering now, please come to my car with me, I promise I won’t abduct you. I will even give you my car keys to hold if that makes you feel safer’

The two people, complete strangers just a few short minutes ago, walked towards his blue Mondeo. Once inside with their mugs resting on the shelf making circular patches of steam develop on the windscreen. Fiona and Ben continue chatting about the view, and their reasons for being there on this damp Christmas Eve.

‘Everything is so hectic at this time of year it’s nice to just spend a little while away from the crowds.’

‘I hate crowds, I love getting out into the countryside on my bike, but on days like this there are so many things that need to be done to make sure that tomorrow is as good as possible, but I still need to get a little bit of peace so that I can face the rest of it. Here let me take that for you, oh don’t you have small delicate hands, may I?’

Ben takes hold of Fiona’s hand and turning it palm up he lightly kisses her fingertips. Fiona giggles, she looks into Ben’s eyes for a fraction longer than she needs to, their eyes lock as he leans across and plants a kiss on her cheek. As he draws back their eyes meet again before he leans in for a kiss on Fiona’s waiting lips.

‘ Mmmm you taste nice can I kiss you again?’

Fiona puts her hands on his shoulders drawing Ben towards her as they lose themselves in their kiss. Hands stroking and rubbing each other as their desire for each other builds rapidly now. Ben slips a hand between Fiona’s legs which she parts slightly without even thinking about what she is doing. All she knows and cares about in this moment is that this lovely man is kissing her and she doesn’t want him to stop. Taking her hands off his shoulders Fiona places her left hand on Ben’s thigh whilst her right hand delves inside his jacket and under his sweater. She only knows that it is almost Christmas. She has been dreading a lonely Christmas with no kisses under the mistletoe for her this year and here she was in the arms of this kind sexy man.

As his hand inches up between her thighs Fiona begins to squirm about in her seat, trying to make it easier for Ben to find the place she wants him to find. She knows that once his fingers reach the top of her thighs he will notice how wet she has become, surely some of her wetness has seeped through the material of her jeans. She feels the little tugs in her clitoris as their kisses become more urgent. Half pulling away Fiona fumbles with the button fly on her jeans, she takes hold of Ben’s hand guiding him into her jeans so that his fingers just nudge her engorged button.

Fiona almost jumps off the seat as her body convulses with the shock as his fingers find just the right place to trigger an immediate orgasm.

‘Fuck! Oh god! Fuck! fuck! Don’t stop, hey please don’t ……..that felt so good, I don’t remember the last time I felt that good.’

Fiona can’t believe how quickly Ben brought her to orgasm then withdrew his fingers, but she relaxed when she saw him place his fingers against his lips drawing one finger between his lips, his left hand drawing her head back close to his, he slips the other wet finger between her lips so that they are both tasting her juice simultaneously.

Fiona kisses Ben whilst his fingers are still in both their mouths, her own fingers busy working on his belt and zip, she wants his cock released from the confines of his jeans. Ben tilts his seat back a little as Fiona lowers her head, she can already see the pre cum glistening an the head of his stiff waiting penis. It seems to be calling to her. Fiona can taste the sweet stickiness before her tongue makes contact with his rock hard shaft. Now they are both moaning as she draws his length slowly into her mouth.
She feels the swelling increase as his sperm begins to spurt into her hot mouth.

‘sorry’

‘what are you sorry for?’

‘I came so quickly, it’s been a while since I last had my cock in a woman’ mouth, it was just too much for me to contain myself, sorry.’

‘no need to be sorry’

‘Any way I must apologise as you didn’t come here for this, I should never have kissed you.’

‘yes you should, I know I came here for a bit of peace, well I got a piece of you and that was an unexpected bonus. I expected to spend Christmas without a kiss. Now I have been kissed by you.’

Fiona smiles wickedly at Ben as he blushes

‘There must be a fairy Godmother after all.’

Fiona clambers out of the car adjusting her jeans and strides back to her own car, switches on the engine and drives away to join her family with the Christmas preparations.

Teasing my lover

After Fred left I was bored, changing out of my black skirt and into my red satin chemise I lay on the hotel bed. I decided to take a couple of photos of my legs which I then sent to Nigel. I knew he would still be out driving his articulated lorry. I wanted him here with me now, I didn’t want to have to wait for him. I wanted him to be urgently wanting me as mch as I wanted him here with me. I sent first one photo then the other to his phone telling him that it wouldn’t be long before these legs would be wrapped around his neck.

As he steps through the door the first thing I notice is that his designer stubble has become more like bristles but I take that to be down to the fact he has just finished working a night shift and I am more used to seeing him in the late morning when he has just got up for the day. He takes me in his arms and the 5 months feel more like 5 days. It doesn’t take him long to have me on my back while he devours my very wet pussy. Once he has had me writhing in unadulterated pleasure he strips off his own clothes and makes hot passionate love to me. I am not going to describe what we have simply as sex as it is so much more than that. We connect on more levels than purely physical. He fucks me long and hard the way he knows I like, my legs bent back with my feet around his waist before he moves bringing my legs up with him so that my feet are pointing into the space above him as my ankles rest on his shoulders he thrusts into me in the deep missionary he so loves. Mmmm I had forgotten the intensity of this position. He rolls me onto my side entering me from behind. we chat as we rest before he has me lying on my front so he can access my ass. He comments on the marks asking if I had been having fun and got carried away. I tell him I will explain later, right now I am getting breathless as he trusts deep inside my tight arse. He is very vocal about his pleasure as he fucks me. Unlike my cunt he can thrust his whole shaft into my ass.

Again we rest and chat catching up on our news of the missing months. He tells me he has been offered a job in another part of the country, the money is good but he won’t be taking it. what a relief, how could I lose him so soon after finally getting him here now. We both know it is highly unlikely we will see each other again until next month. Oh god how I enjoy teasing him with my tongue and fingers as I take his already hard again cock into my hungry mouth. I have forgotten my lack of sleep as I tease and lick his cock from head to base taking my time licking, sucking and fondling his balls. He does so love his balls played with. As much as we are both enjoying this we don’t want to waste this rock hard cock he gets me onto my side again as he enters from behind then reverting to the deep missionary again, he senses that I am tiring I am rolled onto my front again as he slides upto the hilt into my by now slippery ass. By this time daylight creeps through the gap in the curtains. He checks the time he must go before he gets caught out. But he just cant resist banging into my cunt one more time before he drags himself away back home to his wife.

I was asked today if given the chance would I have a proper relationship with him, the answer has to be yes but as he is married it is not something I let myself think about.

Roger returns

Perhaps I was hallucinating, after all I had been driving for 6 hours in rain on unfamiliar roads. I was unwell and had got soaked every time I had moved to or from the car. It was late evening by the time I was home (soaked to the skin again) sipping a cuppa soup prior to running a soothing bubble bath. Switching on my laptop I saw his name at the top of my list of friends online. That couldn’t be right. Roger couldn’t be online, he hadn’t been for years……he had probably deleted the account by now.

Less than a minute later a chat window opened up and Roger was saying hello. We chatted briefly, long enough for him to tell me that he is back in my town for a while. This morning he was online again before he dashed off to work.

After the unexpected chat with Russell last week just 24 hours after I posted about the way Jim had disappeared and reappeared in my life this is just a little bit spooky.

Roger was the first married man I had met for over 20 years. My second ever. We had started off chatting online through Adult friend finder. He is in the Forces and was stationed at the Base on the edge of my town. I believe his profile stated single (or maybe it was ‘prefer not to say’) anyway we chatted for a few days before agreeing to meet for a drink. It was then that he asked me if I had any NO NOs . I started off with No married men. He confessed that he is married but his wife is 200 miles away. I agreed to meet him for a drink anyway. But had no intention of doing anything other than having a friendly drink/chat. He was after all away from home and didn’t know many people in the town.

He picked me up from the next road, he was very handsome and great company.  Sitting in the pub with our glasses of fruit juice hardly touched as we talked and talked it seemed so natural to give in when he leaned in for a kiss. What was I thinking of ? This man who is not only married, not only extremely handsome (in a tall dark prince charming kind of way) and good company too but at least 10 years my junior………I don’t do younger (my head can’t get around it).

I didn’t put up any resistence when he suggested that we go back to his room on the Base. The security guards hardly batted an eyelid as we drove through the gate. This was the first time I had seen inside the accomodation blocks. he was in a senior ratings block. He smuggled me up the stairs to his room (not easy with my heels clattering on the stairs).

Sitting on the edge of his double bed we resumed our kissing. It wasn’t long before we were both stripped of our clothes, I was a little shy as he was only the second man I had met on AFF ……….I was still new to having sex with anyone since my marriage had ended a few months earlier.  Roger is a very fit and energetic lover. He is very attentive…..just as any an should be. I had warned him that I get very wet (he wasn’t prepared for just how wet I get) neither was I prepared for how wet he gets. I had never met a man who sweats as much during sex ( before or since). It wasn’t a bad thing it was quite sexy even so long as it wasn’t dripping into my eye. It was the height of summer (or at least as hot as summer gets here in UK).

We met a few times after this but mostly we just chatted online, it wasn’t always easy to make time in our schedules to be able to meet in person. After that first time Roger left a testimonial on my profile.

What a chatty, smiley girl SN is. ‘Busty’! Certainly! A boob man’s dream! 😉 Outside the bedroom SN is warm, laid back, chatty and smiley. And what a charming smile too! Really good company. Inside the bedroom she has a shy innocents that just makes you want her more. Receptive, warm and very, very wet! Hmmm! 😉 I spent a very enjoyable evening both outside as well as inside the bedroom with SN and hope to repeat the experience again soon! Let me bathe in your rivers again sometime! 😉 xx

Eventually Roger was almost found out by someone he worked with. He made the decision to give up seeing any of the women he had been having fun with. Not long after that (we had stayed in contact) he moved back home. His contact was very sparse for a while then stopped altogether a couple of years ago.

Until now……….

why?

well i had to explain our friendship on sat eve as gobby cow tried to get her 5 pence worth in against me !!!

oh what did you say
did she see me there

that we were friends and have been for some time

no she didn`t u should have gone over
RC tells tails and lots of them thats why nobody likes her

i didn’t wish to be introduced

why

but I did hope that RC would see me with Dave…………..she did turn around

thats why i or anyone else tells her nuthin as she puts 2 and 2 together

mmmmhhhhh

you only have to say that you have done some jobs for me

i have and she knows that

and can truthfully say that you have never been into my bedroom

i know
anyway its sorted

did you say that I was there on sat

i did but got the reply why didn`t you introduce me then ??

you can say that you only spoke to us briefly and when you went back out we had gone

i did

putting the emphasis on we

are you still coming sailing today

yes if its still on
what sort of time

why would any man want to introduce his lover to his wife? It was bad enough putting me in the situation he did the day before with the other wives/partners. It makes no odds to me other than being embarrassing but if as he insists he doesn’t want to leave his his wife (I wouldn’t want him to) why does he want to risk his marriage in this way. He obviously has no understanding of how women think/feel.

She’s nice

I laughed when he told me, sitting on my sofa drinking tea, both of us too exhausted to even think about sex. Snuggled together for a cuddle before he went home to his wife.

It was a bit of a strange night, he said he had liked having me there. Earlier in the week he had asked me to go, he said that his wife had said she wanted to go but there was no room in the van and she doesn’t drive. He gave me money for fuel so that I had no excuse for not going. It was going to be a 60 mile round trip to this gig. No problem (he doesn’t know that I think nothing of driving further than that for sex). He was worried that I would have trouble finding the venue ……I may be a woman but I can read maps and I have a reputation for being able to find my way to most places. He insisted that I follow the van carrying all the equipment. This meant telling his mate the drummer and girlfriend (RC = rock chick) that I would be following them. It also meant we would be there by 7pm although the gig wouldn’t start until after 9pm.

Having sat in my car reading my book for a while on arrival I eventually made my way into the pub bought a drink and found a table. The band were still setting up all their equipment. RC was sat with 2 of the wives from the band.  I was invited to join them which I did although I had my reservations about whether this was a good idea. Anyway I sat chatting and drinking with these three women for the rest of the evening. RC did ask me if I knew Karl’s wife, I admitted that I don’t, but didn’t volunteer any information on how I know Karl. After the gig I said I would follow the van again but only as far as the motorway then I would go at my own speed (it had been boring following at a mere 60mph for 30 miles).  Once on the motorway I put my foot down passing them at 80mph and soon leaving their headlights far behind. I was soon at home, filling the kettle. I was however feeling sleepy before Karl arrived. (only 3 hours sleep the night before was catching up and it was nearing 2am).

It was while we sat together supping hot tea that he told me on the way back RC had uttered those words that now had me laughing and him frowning.

‘She’s nice …….your girlfriend’

‘excuse me’

‘sorry your lady friend………….how do you know her?’

‘mind your own business…….nosy aint you’

The plan was that I would go with my friend to see the band play again tonight at an open air music festival. I knew that this time his wife would be there.  Having now been put in a situation where the other wives now know me this could be awkward. I couldn’t ignore them if they saw me, but what if they tried to introduce me to Mrs Karl. As it turned out my friend didn’t confirm whether she would be at the festival but Dave said he wanted to bring something round to me. I asked him what his plans were for the evening. He picked me up and we went together, this meant that if I was seen by the other wives I could make a point of being there with Dave who I have been seeing for a few months. Dave needed to speak to Karl to confirm a time to go sailing again on Monday (3 of us on a boat again that should be fun ;x )

I did see the wives  (including karl’s) we were stood about 20 feet directly behind them. He did come and speak to us during the last number. It will be harder for me now to just be part of the crowd at gigs.  I won’t be able to go to any gigs on my own now unless I know before hand that Mrs Karl won’t be there. If I do go I will have to take Dave with me, making it clear that I am with Dave.

If Karl had let me make my own way to last night’s gig I could have remained the face in the crowd but not anymore. Now everyone involved with the band (except Mrs Karl) know that I am Karl’s friend. I hope for his sake that nobody says anything to Mrs Karl.

Imagine this

I have begun to add some of the photos from the last party to my gallery, you can find them on the page …..fun & games.

Following my conversation with Karl which left me feeling that he clearly has no idea what he really wants. He starts off wanting me all to himself but ends up with his cock doing the talking. He doesn’t want to go to parties that Dave goes to as he doesn’t want to see me with Dave, yet he wants to have spitroasts and moresomes with us.

He called round to see me briefly yesterday morning, nothing was said other than he noticed that I have a light bruise on my breast. He put 2 & 2 together and decided that it must have been Dave, demanded to know when I had seen Dave. The truth is that I don’t know how I got that bruise …….I probably knocked into something because I know it has nothing to do with Dave, he was paying attention to my other breast.

I was chatting to Dave online, he asked how Karl is now that he knows we have set up a profile as a couple. I told him some of what Karl had said.

Can you imagine this? He offered to stop seeing me if I thought that was best. Obviously I told him that it is up to me not Karl. He still says that any time I want to stop I only have to say so.

Did I mention in my earlier post that Dave had invited both me and Karl to join him on a sailing trip yesterday, this didn’t happen partly because the weather was bad but also Karl was going to a bbq with his wife (I had known this all week). I spent the day and evening with my family.

Can you imagine how I felt when I received a text from Karl in the middle of the evening.

Hello are you at home I am watching  whitesnake on dvd at my mates x

Evidently he was checking that I was not out with Dave. So I waited half an hour before replying ……….

how was the bbq?

A couple of other texts then went back and forth but I still didn’t confirm whether I was at home or not. I left my laptop on so that when he got home he wouldn’t know if I was at home asleep or out. He knows that I sometimes leave it on when I am out.

Can you imagine that I will put up with this kind of behaviour for long?

a couple of things

A few evenings ago I visited Dave in his home. Partly because we wanted to see each other…..it had been a couple of weeks since I had seen him. Partly because he had a cd of photos from our evening with Bruce, Alice and friends last month. I had not had a chance to actually see the photos. He showed them to me, not many had me in them Alice was the main attraction.

We also took a few photos of each other to go on the new couple’s profile he has created for us. He has been jealous of the number of contacts I have made with Karl, as a single man he was having no luck. I didn’t tell Karl that I had agreed to be a couple with Dave. I was convinced that Karl would say he didn’t mind (even if he did) but I still didn’t want to shove it in his face.

Yesterday Karl phoned me to say that he had seen the new profile. While I was beginning to write this post which was supposed to be about photos I have been chatting online with Karl. His jealousies are coming out now. (Remember that out of the three of us Karl is the one still married and living with his wife). He loves me to bits, feels more for me than his wife and if circumstances were different we would be together…………..I have told him NOT to even think about leaving his wife for me.

He has now admitted that he doesn’t like sharing me. He knows that I see others (ie Dave) he doesn’t like it but puts up with it. (Remember here who it is who is married). He told me it was a shock to see the profile that Dave has set up …..um not as much shock as when I saw the photos of him online with other people after he had told me that he had not met anyone for fun since he met me! (including the profile of the older woman he had met proclaiming that she was a couple with him). He admitted seeing her again recently. Even though the photos of his hands on her breast couldn’t possibly be his (he has dstinctive hands).

I was on the point of pointing out that as a single woman not in a committed relationship with anyone I am free to see whomever I choose whenever I choose. Dave always asks if Karl would mind, Karl says he respects that Dave asks that. Excuse me! but neither of them get to decide what I do. I do not belong to either of them, I am my own woman.

Besides I have a feeling that it won’t be too much longer before I get the urge to find myself a committed relationship again in which case I shall stop seeing both of them. If they are going to let their jealousies get out of hand that might be sooner rather than later.

Having said that he doesn’t like sharing me but accepts that he has to put up with it he just doesn’t want to know about it. He went on to say that he is happy for the three of us to go sailing together, we could even have some sexy times together, maybe even spitroast or if any single girls want to join the three of us………………men!!

In the meantime I should start editing the photos from the party and will upload some to my gallery in the next day or so.

ample curves

It was a lovely suprise, just as it always is when a chat window opens and I see that it is Sebastian. I was munching on my cereal whilst my morning bath was running. There wasn’t much time to chat, I would have to be in the office in little more than an hour.

The chat turned to my love /sex life……………when doesn’t it………which inevitably leads to the subject of Karl. I tell him that Karl took me out for dinner at the same pub/restaurant where Sebastian and I met for the first time 4 years ago. (We have been in lust with each other ever since). I went on to tell him about Karl’s expectations of uninterupted sex at his home after the meal. Whilst he understood my reticence he thought I should have accepted the offer on the basis that if the wife had returned unexpectedly she could have joined in………….men!!

the conversation then progressed

what would you do with two cocks?

grab hold and not let go

ha ha I’d like that

I bet

I’d be utterly jealous to see you suck the other as I know how sensational it is to feel your mouth around my cock

Karl says I’m the best hes ever known ………..maybe thats why he loves me

Well I can’t argue with that………..you can’t just love someone because they suck a mean cock……….I love you because you’re you

hee hee he loves my gorgeous legs too……….hee hee likewise………..he loves me for me too

I love your legs and thighs and botty and tummy and breasts and face and beautiful lovely mind

im just not sure what it is about me that makes me special

It’s actually your naughty mind combined with your ample curves

I expect that from you xx

Men love curvy girls although most would’n’t admit to it……….Am I really that transparent?

I have known you long enough now xx

Oh those kisses. I want to feel them showered upon my manhood

one day

I want you to kiss my mouth ………I want to feel you naked upon me, watch you ride me for your pleasure ……….I want to feel the cascade of warm ejaculatory fluid flow over me

mmmmmm ………..I have to go now……………….. lust you forever xxx

bless you my lovely

that was yesterday, today he sent me a couple of emails, it seems that he came across a photo that I sent to him following a steamy conversation. His email was attached to my original message dated 11th aug 2007. How fitting that our chat above was on 11th aug 2010. Here is what he wrote after finding this email and its enclose. I’m not sure that I still have the original photo and can only guess from his description what the photo was.

Darling

I just unearthed this glorious shot you took for me.

No doubt I waxed lyrical about it at the time, but I can’t stop myself saying all again lol

It’s such a beautiful erotic shot, slightly softened like a Marlene Dietricht might have been shot through a gauze.

Your gentle elegant fingers with their sensually painted nails, pushing your silver ladies finger between the cheeks of your plum pussy. Sheer heaven for me my lovely and my response to such a divine display just for my pleasure is firmly thrilling as it would have been when you first sent it to me.

I would so love to see it in person and let you see the result of such an exquisite distraction.

I adore you my darling, your sexuality is empowering and makes me feel masculine and desiring toward you. I would like to kiss your thighs and the soft curves as your pussy becomes you beautiful ample bottom.

You make me feel rude toward you as I watch you insert your device. I want to lick your tight little hole and watch as you ejaculate you juices and quickly slip my rampant cock into your gushing cunt and ejaculate my lust for you deep inside you, so our fluids of lust become one and we can enjoy the gentle mopping up together.

Oh darling, how you make me feel is exquisite.

My lust forever

Sebastian xxxxxx