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.

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.

here endeth the drought

I was the first to arrive. I had changed out of my trousers into my black mini skirt and was stood gazing at the city in the distance all lit up against the dark sky. His hands were caressing my neck and shoulders as he stood behind me. I was enjoying this quiet moment just the two of us. Again the weeks had flown by since we were last together. The moment was broken with the ringing of the door bell. Wilma and Curtis bustled in from the windy night. Greetings were exchanged, it had been months since Dave had last seen them and even longer since I had first met them.

Wilma was looking radiant and Curtis looked more handsome than I remembered. Dave did the dutiful host bit handing out glasses of rose champagne whilst Curtis had a beer. Wilma and I took up positions at either end of the 3 seater sofa, Curtis in one of the arm chairs and Dave perched on the arm of the sofa. I did feel a slight jealousy when Dave was caressing Wilma the way he had been doing with me before their arrival, only this time he was letting his hand roam over her chest too.

We all chatted aimiably catching up on the months that had passed. At Dave’s invitation Curtis wedged himself between us girls. I watched Dave kissing the back of Wilma’s neck…….why couldn’t he do that to me!! Curtis took hold of my left breast squeezing and stroking through the lycra of my skimpy red top and peach lace bra. That felt good. Wilma told him to ………..’take it out, you know you want to’.

Curtis didn’t need telling twice, scooping my left breast out of its confines he didn’t waste much time bending his head as he lifted my breast up towards his mouth. The feel of my nipple being sucked enthusiastically brought a mixture of pleasure and sadness that it had been so long since I had last had this kind of attention.By the time Wilma and I had all our breasts uncovered for the pleasure of the men, Curtis was slipping onto his knees between my thighs, pushing aside my matching peach knickers to lick along the edge of my pussy.

Dave suggested that to save their knees we should all go upstairs to his bedroom. Clothes quickly removed Dave and Wilma took up position on the bed not leaving much room for Curtis and myself but we managed. The shock of his tongue against my clit for the first time sent shudders through my body. I was very soon writhing with unrelenting pleasure.  Soon I was moaning in ecstacy, this is what I miss. How could I have doubted that I wanted to do this. I giggle to myself as Wilma’s moans sound so similar to my own. Both men are working us with their fingers.

Moving to stand beside me Curtis presents me with his gorgeous cock. It has been a while since I was given a cock to suck and this one is not only a nice length and thickness (thick enough without being too big for my small mouth) bit feels and tastes great too. To make it easier for Curtis who was jammed up against the bedside cabinet, I swing my legs over the side of the bed as I sit up. Thats better now I can get a better grip on this amazing shaft as my tongue trails up and down, around and around exploring every bit of it.

Whilst I am busying myself in giving and taking as much pleasure as I can with his tool I am aware of his fingers playing with my breasts. But it takes a moment to realise that one of his hands is on my pussy, the other hand on my breast belongs to his wife. Her breath warm on my naked back as Dave finger fucks her from behind. Her fingers become more urgent on my nipple as her orgasm builds. Before releasing her grip as she collaspes spent on the bed behind me.

Pushing me back onto the bed, a condom hastily adorned, Curtis kneels between my thighs lifting my feet up to his shoulders to enter my tight pussy. I suggest some lube might be needed, obligingly I hear a drawer open and Dave tosses a bottle of lube to Curtis. Now we can try again, I try to relax but its not easy knowing this will hurt to begin with. It does hurt and we don’t get far. Swapping over he lays flat and I climb on lowering myself slowly onto his rigid tool. Unlike Fred who lets me take time to ease myself on, Curtis thrust up into me, woah that hurts but I persevere, it is although painful, good to feel him deep inside me. I find it easy to ride him although the pain is still there. This is what my Dr wanted for me last year, a lover who wasn’t afraid to push me without being worried about my pain.

It is only this that will help to stretch my short tight cunt to get back to more normality. We are getting into an easier rhythum now. I am starting to get through the pain but Curtis is ready for another change. I’m on my knees now with my head bouncing off the wooden headboard ……funny I had never noticed before that it is wooden. I grit my teeth as Curtis enters me from behind, if only my head wasn’t so close to the headboard I could enjoy this more. Ohh whats happening now? I am being pulled by my legs towards the foot of the bed as Curtis again fucks me from behind. Yesssss I feel like a real woman again now I have been fucked by a good sized cock, good and hard for the first time in months. Maybe I have found a replacement for Fred and before him Nigel. But this time there is the added bonus that his wife want to play with me too. She wispered to me that she wants to try licking my pussy.

Unfortunately a family emergency meant that they had to leave early. Having dressed to bid our guests goodbye we were content to just sit facing each other on his sofa, my feet in Dave’s lap as he gently stroked them whil we chatted. It had been a long week so I decided to make my weary way home early. I am so glad I hadn’t been too tired to join in the fun this time. I can’t wait for the next time the four of us get together again.

Happiness is ……

Happiness is having my mouth wrapped around the gorgeous cock of a lovely man while both he and his wife play with my nipples 😉

A question for Fred

It has been a while since I last thought about Fred. I have not seen him since January, although we have chatted online maybe half a dozen times since then. As I was making my way home from work trying to concentrate on the rush hour traffic all around me, I looked up at the hill to where Cougar has one of his offices, the place he go to when he wants peace to work. The place with the big red leather couch (he calls it his casting couch). I have been contemplating paying him a visit this week. I won’t be having any unexpected visits after work from Karl so it would be easy to take the high road instead of the motorway and stop off for a cuppa and whatever else is on offer. I know that Cougar is leaving it to me to decide when to visit……he doesn’t think I will. Anyway my mind then wandered off from the idea of visiting Cougar to thinking about Fred. Now that he has sold his house and is living with friends it has made it near enough impossible for us to meet up.

When I first began seeing him (several years ago now) I wasn’t working and he visited me in my home whilst my kids were at school and his work took him out of the office. Then I started working and there was a long spell when we didn’t see each other, that had as much to do with a change in the dynamics of our relationship and I wasn’t able to trust myself to see him, as it was to do with the logistics of it. When I began going to his place in the evenings it worked for us until he sold his house, changed job and moved across the water. Fred will always have a special place in my heart. He is an excellent kisser and just about the only guy in my world these days who is able to give me a good fuck. ( I miss him for his mind and his body). Because it is not easy to see each other currently I tend not to think about him……I have enough going on with Karl, Dave and Cougar (even if that doesn’t involve a lot of satisfying sex). I don’t know why I had begun thinking about him, in my mind I was trying to work out how we could possibly get it together unless he was willing to get a hotel room.

Have you ever had those experiences when you think about someone and the phone rings and its them? Well it was less than 2 hours later I had just logged onto my computer and there was Fred. He wanted to ask my advice and was hoping to catch me online ………….not difficult as I am here most evenings at some point or other. It seems that he has been chatting to a woman who wants to meet him for sex only. Lucky guy you might be thinking, but he is having second thoughts. It isn’t the sex only bit that is worrying him, after all that’s what we were doing (if you don’t include the 4 yrs of friendship that went before during and after it). It isn’t her age (I really don’t remember him telling me that he fantasizes about older women). It isn’t her size (I am hardly a stick and he loves my body).

She has stipulated that there is to be no anal …………although we discussed it we never actual did get around to trying anal sex so that is not a problem. She has also decreed no oral sex. Now I thought he meant none at all. But she is more than happy for him to eat her out but she will not go down on him. He is not sure how he feels about this. Knowing how much he enjoys me sucking his cock especially when done to completion I am not sure he would be happy doing all the giving and not receiving much back. He has such a lovely cock I don’t know how any woman could resist sliding her mouth over it. The hours I have enjoyed teasing him with my tongue, licking and sucking, she must be mad.

So my question to you guys if you were Fred would you be happy to meet this woman knowing in advance that she will not give you a blow job but does expect you to eat her out?

Ladies would you be able to resist this lovely cock, Its a nice length ……..plently of length to lick, a decent girth to wrap your tongue around, not so big that it stretches your mouth but big enough to feel your mouth satisfyingly full. No leisions nothing at all that would put you off. Nice smooth balls just the right size to pop into your mouth for a good suck.

It really is a pity that the one day Fred is available for some daytime fun I shall be on a plane heading away for a few days. Because right now I would love to feel his lips on mine, his fingers tangled in my hair and his legs wrapped around mind as we re-aquaint each other with the body we each know so well. He has also expressed his disappointment that I won’t be around as he would uch rather see me. Maybe one day we will manage it.

suprise

“Have been asked by ‘sherry’ if you/us will meet her fb tonight and allow him  to play with you as a suprise birthday treat. Meet 10pm in car park.”

That was the suprise text I received from Dave whilst at work. I didn’t reply until I could get home and check out who this was. I found a profile of a local single female.

Dave text me again later.

hi what would you like to do tonight? If you want to text Sherry her number is ************* she is a midwife.

After thinking about this I decided against it.

hi this is sn I gather that you want to give your fb a b’day suprise. Unfortunately I am really tired tonight. Really sorry.

now Im gutted u ok hun x

yeah just get more tired as week goes by. I did give this serious thought though. Maybe another time.

cant u just watch him cum x

no sorry

pretty please x

By this time I was feeling suspicious. Dave was now online

what was the plan?

She wants us to meet her fuck buddy, its his birthday today she says. She wants you to suck him or let him cum over you. I told her it’s up to you.

I text her to say I’m too  tired which I am.

ok. by the way she saw us up on the hill that time.

She is trying to put pressure on me. I’m not sure this is a woman……….I think this is a single guy.

I think it might be too but her profile looks ok

how would she/he know they saw us?

she told me my licence plate number

ouch

must have a good memory

that’s not good that someone is keeping a record……… do you remember seeing any women?

was too busy………….there were other cars there.

how did the conversation get around to that and how did they make connection between a couple dogging in april an a couple on fab in sept?

She asked if I ever went dogging, I said I sometimes went on the hill, she said she did too. She recognised make of car.

I don’t like the sound of this………….I was worried before I said I was too tired but now it feels freaky.

yeah I thought so too

Wish I hadn’t text from my private phone now.

you should have let me text , never mind

this  ‘sherry’ is now asking if tomorrow is better……………have not replied

hmmm I did say that we were already busy……..I am IM’ing her but she/he’s not talking to me……….don’t reply

I have not heard anything more but I do think this was a single guy trying his luck. It is very un-nerving to think that they have kept a note of Dave’s reg number months later.

Because he’s a man

Is it because he is a man that he thinks this way?

It is only a matter of weeks since his wife told him she knew what he had been up to. She had got someone to do a search of his computer while he was out. She had suspected that he was messing about with other women. Apparently they found evidence of his meeting other women (I don’t know how far back this went) but they didn’t find anything about the two of us (he says). There were days of tears and heart to heart talks. He admitted that due to the way things were at home he was going elsewhere to find sex. His freedom to come and go has been reduced (understandably). There has been an increase in family events (showing a united front ~ that’s my guess).

At the start of this week he asked me what I was doing on Friday night. She is going out for a girly night and wouldn’t be home until Saturday. During the week I asked him what the plan was, maybe he was expecting to stay here (not very likely with my teenagers in the house). Perhaps he was thinking of booking a hotel room for the night……..lets hope he wasn’t expecting me to spend the night at his home.

We went out for a meal (very nice it was too) then driving back he said he had to go home to take a tablet he had forgotten to take with him. He parks up in his drive, gets out asking if I was coming in. No I’m ok here (he’s only going to be a minute so no point). He was literally only a minute (I counted) and we drove off to my place which is only about a mile away.

Once my youngest had ‘gone to bed’  after chatting to us for a while, we got down to being intimate. Kissing, cuddling, fondling, licking and sucking etc. It was very nice but didn’t go as far as I would have liked.  we were both very tired after a hectic working week. He went home at about midnight, the red wine I had drunk ensured that I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Last night we chatted on msn. He mentioned that he ad invited me into his home but been refused. He thought that it had been obvious that in asking me if I was coming in he was offering his home for us to have some fun in private. I had to explain to him that I couldn’t go into his house. (I have stayed there about half a dozen times in the last 17 months). I would not have been able to relax, I would have been paranoid that every sound was his wife coming home.  He replied that she had been out for the night and only came home mid afternoon.

Now maybe it’s because I am a woman that I felt uncomfortable with the idea of having sex in his wife’s home when she is less than 10 miles away. (on previous occasions she has been out of the country). Maybe it is because she now knows that he has been playing away from home. Maybe it is because I was married to a control freak who monitored my every move.

Especially as it has only been weeks since the fall out of his sexual life, I don’t understand why she is trusting him to behave while she is out. Wouldn’t she have rung the home phone to check he was there and when there was no answer wouldn’t she have rung his mobile. Wouldn’t she have been tempted to go home to make sure he was there (alone). If I was his wife I would be checking up on him more than she seems to be doing. I don’t know if that is because I am a woman or because that is the way my husband behaved (I was not playing a way and never did until I divorced him).

I said that she must trust him to behave………….his reply was that he had behaved himself………we didn’t have full sex. He believes that it is not sex if it is not full penetrative sex. Therefore he is behaving himself. I seriously doubt that his wife would see it that way. If my partner (I should be so lucky) had his cock in another woman’s mouth or his fingers/tongue in another woman’s pussy, I would not say……. that’s ok darling ,you were not having full sex, I accept that you were behaving yourself :). No if I ever found out that my partner was even kissing and cuddling another woman let alone indulging in oral sex (the clue is in the name …….oral SEX) I would definitely make my feelings known.

It would probably be the end of the relationship, either because I would end it there and then or because I would become a paranoid nightmare. Checking on him constantly that he was where he was meant to be and not with some floosie he was having sex with (I don’ t include myself under the title of floosie) and drive him away anyway.

So is it a typical male view that sex is only really sex if it includes full penetration?

I wonder if he would feel the same way if it was his wife who was doing what we do (with another guy) I suspect he would be very angry. I suspect he makes the rules to fit his own agenda. There is a lot of bravado when he is challenged, he will do what he wants and see who he wants and if she doesn’t like it tough!

I have long thought that he is very arrogant in the way he conducts his private life. He was bound to get caught out eventually. He thinks nothing of having a text conversation with me during a family meal. He wasn’t bothered about chatting to me in the pub when his wife was no more than 4′ away.

None of the other married men I have known have been so blazé about their sexual lives outside their marriage.

I don’t understand how a man can contemplate having sex with another woman in the home he shares with his wife especially if he still loves his wife. Certainly not in her bed (in this case she has a double bed while he has a single bed).

Maybe it is just me who thinks this way ……….after all I am having sex with her husband so why worry about using her home or even her bed too.

The lightest of touches

Crouching on the sofa, one foot on the floor the other at the back of the seat. A folded towel on the seat under me I bowed over his cock sucking and teasing. Licking at his balls restraining myself from sucking each of his balls into my mouth (I know he finds that painful). I could just about feel his fingers touching my lips just short of my clit. He was working blind under the red cloth of my long skirt.

It was hard to concentrate on his delicious cock as I tried to move so that his fingertips touched just where I ached to be touched. He was getting sooooo close, occassionally grazing the target with the lightest of touches. My pussy was on fire, I sucked harder needing so much to have the first orgasm of the night. He tells me that I am squirting like a goodun. His hand is soaked. I take his fingers into my mouth licking them clean, he stands presenting his cock at face level as I settle back into the arm of the sofa.

Gazing up at his face I see that he has half an ear to the door listening for movement upstairs, ready to grab his jeans if anyone came downstairs. My cunt is still aching for that first orgasm when he sits between my thighs telling me to lie back. Still his fingers explore my pussy but with the lightest of touches. This is torture when I want him inside me. I am about to beg him to lick me when he kisses my inner thigh……..heaven he is going to answer my silent prayer without me saying a word. But it isn’t his tongue it is his fingers that enter my pussy. Ok he is just warming me up, first he will work me into a frenzy with his fingers then he will treat me to his wonderful tongue stroking me where I most need it. When I have had enough of his tongue bringing me to great heights of orgasm I shall get him to sit upright while I swing my leg over his lap lowering myself onto his cock so that we can cum together.

But what happens?

He plunges his fingers into my pussy and within seconds I have become so hyper sensitive that I can bear his touch for a mere few seconds only before I am ckawing at his arm pulling his hand away. All that anticipation and before we get to the best part I am begging him to stop!!

I can’t believe my body could betray us both like that. I had wanted this soo much that when the action started to get going properly My body slammed on the brakes………….how dare my body do that to us.

from fellatio to mistress

When he woke me up (I didn’t realise at first that he had) I had no idea where it would lead to.

I had taken my laptop up to bed with me but had dozed off whilst writing my latest post on here (it had already taken 3 days to post, I have been so tired that I keep falling asleep). I woke up thinking it was the middle of the night, it was 11.30pm I discovered that Karl had just tried to chat to me on msn. He was leaving me a message saying he would catch me when I was awake. Once he realised I was now awake we began a short chat but soon said goodnight.

I don’t now remember what I said but it reignited the conversation which turned to fellatio and my dislike of swallowing.

What!!

Who said so? He assumed because I had never said …………….I like to swallow……….that I didn’t. Well considering that he has never once cum when we are together (he once said that he hadn’t cum at all even on his own for a year………..I find that odd) it has never been an issue. So why would I tell him that I like to swallow. I can just imagine it, we are  chatting over a cuppa or in a restaurant having a meal………..by the way Karl, last time I saw Fred I sucked him off to completion and it was wow………………or by the way I know you never cum but I like to swallow.

perhaps he should read this blog………..or maybe not.

As the conversation continued he admitted that he has cum but not with me, it turns out that he has cum with the woman he insists he has never met! Even though I showed him her profile with a photo of his hands on her breasts. (they were not his hands as he had not met her!). Anyway this led to a discussion about his lies. He admits he has lied and is ashamed, he knows how I feel about lies and wouldn’t blame me if I didn’t want to see him anymore. I told him that he doesn’t need to lie to me as I am not his wife…………..’I sometimes wish you were’.

We also talked about him learning to be more relaxed. I am very tactile and after years of being starved of affection I need cuddles etc but I respect his feelings about not showing affection in front of others ie my children. Now my boys are used to him being around, but when he is here they tend to disappear to their rooms where their computer games are. Karl did like it when I gave him hugs the other week when he was feeling down after his troubles at home. (his wife was suspicious and got someone to check his computer to see what hes been upto). So I asked him if he minds if my boys think hes my boyfriend. He is worried that they might see him in town with his wife but otherwise he doesn’t mind. From now on he promises that he will be more tactile and not worry if my family see us kissing and cuddling. This could lead to a lot more intimacy between us especially as I often wear skirts meaning easy access to my pussy. If hes lucky I might even sit on his lap straddling his cock using my skirt to cover what we are doing if we are caught hugging.

By this time we had been chatting for 2 hours and started saying goodnight again………..

goodnight lover……….or mistress

either or both seeing as what we have is not exactly casual anymore ………….more like an affair

do you mind?

no

cool

so its official now………….we are having an affair, I am his misress.

How many are too many?

After spending all afternoon sailing with both of my lovers, having a companionable meal together how could we finish the day on a high?

We could spend the evening together playing cards? …………….no

We could go to the pub? ………….no

We could all go our seperate ways ? …………no

or we could go to a private party? …………………yes

Dave drove, it should have taken a tad short of an hour to get there but with Dave at the wheel doing a ton along the dual carriage way as we headed east along the coast before heading north along country lanes, we were there in 40 minutes. I text Bruce to let him know we had arrived…………….come on in. We were the first to arrive, followed a few minutes later by Alice and then some new people, Louise & Dick with their friends Nancy & Paddy. Ian was next to arrive (with his bag of tricks) swiftly followed by Tigger & Winnie. The drinks were flowing, the mood was jovial, even if  our newest recruits were a little nervous.

We were using two different rooms this time. I was in the garden with Karl when we realised the others had made their way upstairs. I soon followed to discover that the fun had begun without me. Things became a little blurred from here on in. I know that I was undressed by Bruce and Dave (but I managed to keep my silver heels on all the time). Dave lay on the bed next to Alice who was being played with by Ian and probably others. I was bent over the bed (still in my heels) sucking Dave off while Bruce was kneeling at my feet licking me out. Dave moved to play with Alice and Bruce turned me around to lay me on the bed while he continued to lick me out. I remember he put my left leg up over the ornate iron bedstead. I placed my other foot on his back. I believe there are photos of me like this but have not seen them yet.

Bruce then decided that he wanted me to himself and led me off in search of a quieter room (it can be handy when you own the small hotel). Choosing one of the rooms we used last time he stripped the ornate cover off the bed. But the noise coming from one of the other rooms had everyone running to see what was going on. (it was Nancy cumming very loudly with Tigger). Bruce had been holding onto an unopen condom for some time now and was determined he was going to fuck me. Next began the search for some lubricant to ease his latex covered cock into my tight cunt. Lube found and liberally smeared over my labia but try as he might he was still finding it difficult to gain entry. Probably not helped by me tensing up at each attempt. He is no slim Jim and each try sent a searing pain through my pussy. Giving up he wandered off.

I lay across the bed on my stomach chatting with others as they came and went. Dave whacked me on my arse with some rubber anal beads………..ouch they flippin well hurt, they look so innocent too. While I was laying there chatting I was also playing with a blue  and silver vibrator, trying out the various settings. At one point and I’m not sure now what else was going on but I seem to remember Alice sucking and playing with my nipples (I had earlier played with her nipple) as did Dick (now he was cute).I had just decided to get dressed and go see how Karl was as he had been feeling poorly and not joined in any of the fun, when Tigger asked me if I had had a good seeing to yet. Damn a few minutes earlier and I would have played with him but I was already in the getting dressed mode.

I found Karl in the garden, gradually the others all assembled in the lounge where Ian was loading all the photos of the night onto cd’s for all of us to keep. Karl didn’t want any and I said I would share with Dave (he still has the disc) then it was time to begin our journey home.

Louise found the evening enjoyable but overwhelming as there were so many people there, Karl also felt there were too many, I tend to agree too.

So if you were planning a group session how many do you think would be just right and how many would be too many?