It's been fifteen years since we first met; at a car rally of all places. I just wanted to see the old models. I didn't expect to fall in love. If I knew what he was going to be like then, I wouldn't have married him.
Everything, according to him has its own place. I know my place. I should do, he's told me often enough. Moments like these, don't happen very often, but they're a blessing in disguise when they do. What people don't know, won't hurt them and I know something Colin doesn't. I have a secret admirer, but since his years are a lot younger than mine, I have always refused his advances for the sake of my marriage.
The house never needs cleaning, as much as hubby harks on about it. I always get it done even without him telling me so. Whenever Colin's not around, B.O.B. comes out to play and sexual thoughts of Lee evolve.My life of torture began when he learnt I was barren. Maybe I should have told him straight away, but I don't like talking about my 18th and having to live with cancer for that year. It had taken me a long time to tell him. Nowadays we sleep in separate beds.
Tonight Colin will be well and truly out of town giving me peace for a whole week. I'll be able to do whatever I want to do and I'm going to take the bull by the horns, paying my young fancier a visit. On many occasions, I wore my black and red trimmed bra and panty set around the house trying to encourage Colin into becoming more adventurous, but it never rubbed off. I'm now going to wear it for Lee.
I'm 38 years old. I have long, straight red hair and pretty fit if I Say so myself. Lee is twenty-five, single and lives alone. A thrill passes through me as I will Colin out of the door. I then go upstairs and get ready for the unexpected visit. My hot puss aches for some urgent attention, usually B.O.B. takes care of me, but I've been the good wife far too long. I turn on the shower head, before rushing back into the bedroom, leaving rushing water flowing down the plughole and watching myself, I strip in front of the mirror pondering if this could be Lee's first time with an older woman, as it is mine with a younger man.
Arousal fires through me. My thoughts come alive, as I step under the lively, trickling water. He enters the shower with me. I imagine his tongue flicking my clit, whilst I rub the shower head up and down my bushy cunt. I then run the pressure points over both nipples allowing my free hand to investigate, water streams down my slim figure lubricating my hunger.
Protruding as though on heat, I guide the head back down between my legs. I stretch them as far as they could possibly go. I wet my hair lathering it into a bun. I then apply Neutrogena T/Gel shampoo, I like the way it shines my hair. I also apply a small amount to my bush.
Drying my body, I gaze at my mirrored self and looking into my own eyes, I sense a deep thrill knowing tonight I'm going to be doing something Colin won't know anything about and have a whole seven days to enjoy myself. I brush my wet hair allowing it to dry naturally. I then slip into my favourite lingerie and putting on the light-brown mac hanging on the bannister I take a deep breath, before tracing down the road to the only man who's made me feel good about myself in a long time.
Almost shaking with rapt, I knock the door. It doesn't take him long to answer, he looks up and down the road. "I wasn't expecting you." He says, searching my brown eyes. "You'd better come in." he stands back. "What are you doing here?" He asks turning, shutting the door.
I say nothing, allowing my coat slip to the floor. "You look good enough to eat," Lee says, a smile approaches one side of his face, raising his eyebrows.
He directs me upstairs into the bedroom, compared to the one back home, it's massive. I sit on the edge of his King size bed. His body edges close against mine, I ease myself further up the bed.
"Get on all fours," he orders, reaching into the drawer.
I do as I'm told. My heart pounds seeing him withdraw two pairs of handcuffs. I let out a whimper noticing a fantasy unfolding before me. Roughly, he causes me to support myself on one arm. He then strolls around the bed handcuffing my other hand. I'm now at his mercy.
Lee starts to leave the room. There's nothing I can do, except look in the walled mirror in front of me. "Don't leave me too long," I shout, as curiosity gets the better of me. The seconds add up to minutes, before he returns holding two massive cucumbers, one in each hand.
He unclasps my strapless bra and removes my panties and then lubes my holes with his spit, before shoving both vegetables into my dark abysses. He then slowly eases them out and hammers them back in. Standing to the side of me, my squeal of ecstasy fills the room, as he pumps both of the long, substitute cocks deep in and out of me. He slides between my legs, pulls out the cucumbers and starts eating my flavoured pussy. I lower myself onto his face riding his tongue.
Freely bouncing on his oral cock, I sense a great weight being lifted. Lee vanishes from underneath me and blocks my view of being able to watch our actions. My new lover strips down to his Calvin Klein's, which hug him like a second skin. I nuzzle his bulge. He pulls them down to reveal a thick, long cock.Through the metal bed rest, I use my lips to guide him into my mouth. He steps closer; Colin, Colin who I think to myself, as his cock rides down my throat. I begin to feel every part the dirty slut.
His tool now as straight, as the cucumber had been in my ass. The metal rest shakes, as I frantically suck. My attempts to edge further down his pole are effortless. He slowly draws his length out of my opening and striding over to the oak wardrobe, he pulls out a whip.
I shove my willing ass into the air, he slaps each cheek gently at first before lashing me. "Oh God yes, Punish this naughty wife." His whipping gets harder, yelps of ecstatic pain spread a burning sensation across my bare skin.
"Cock. Give me your cock." I whimper, as the years of wanting evolves.
Lee stands on the bed. He slides his erection up and down my crack, the helmet pushes its way inside my hole. Slapping intervals take place, as he pokes me vigorously. His slapping gets harder. My ass accepts his lubricating spits. He shoves his thick cock in and out of my tight ass. The perfect connection's made. He grips under my chin, almost causing my head to be ripped off my shoulders. I lower my eyes to watch him deflower my cheating virginity. He lifts my chin higher, ramming his tool further, deeper inside me.
An aching strain leaves my neck, as he grips onto my shoulders. The length buried deep inside strokes rhythmically out of me. His glistening cock changes my vision. Unclasping the cuffs, a moment of freedom approaches me. I slip of the bed and stand before my master.
"I didn't tell you to move, now get down on your knees," he locks the cuffs behind my back. I welcome his big, huge length inside my wanton mouth, vacuum sucking his cock to squirting victory. Tasting his cum-drenched helmet, I grasp the base, before releasing him back into the open licking all four sides of his shaft and then crawling on my knees back to where I'd already been. I take my position - on the edge of the bed.
Reminders of the excitable flogging convulse through me. I lie back, raising my legs to the Gods offering him both holes. Volcanic cries erupt, as he pounds my nether regions. Gushing, lubricating cum floods his cock back into view. I spring forward masturbating his massive pole and with my free hand I grasp his gorged sac, whilst slowly circulating my tongue down his gift ramming it back down my throat.
"Oh yeah, you're good at that," he says, as I masturbate his thickness in and out of my oral hole, "I'm going to come," he cries with gritted teeth, jetting his seed all over my face.
Releasing the cuffs and shutting them away, he disappears leaving me alone in the room. I enter the hallway. The sound of rushing water signals the occupied area. I sup up dripping come, allowing his eyes to view me drinking his manly fluid. He rubs his lotion into my skin.
Scurrying me back into his private den, he practically forces me to cover my sacred areas. He then rushes me downstairs opening the door. I put on the long mac and make my departure in a snail's pace. Having no reason to return, I observe passing windows, wondering if any of the residents have acknowledgement of my recent escapade.
Returning back to normality, my bottom pangs. Years of what I've been missing cause me to consider my dull consummation. I start instantly missing Lee questioning myself whether I mean anything to him, as he's affected me. After making a brew and placing the disguising coat in its place, I enter the boudoir and taking rest, eagerly remove my panties. Bringing Lee into the room, I work my purple, plastic friend into a frenzied state. Satisfied; creaming the fake cock, I taste myself. I fall asleep to acknowledging peace.
The day begins wanting, longing for Lee. Daily chores are completed before leaving the house. I then rap the knocker to his door - no answer. My next quest, to fill the cupboards. My journey and being - calm.
Local recognition decelerates planned shop visits. Much of what is said isn't taken in, as my brain fires up corporeal activities. I want more, I want Lee to torture me. I want him to do whatever he wants to do to me. I haven't felt like this in all my years. My last visitation was to an unmarked, black shop. The bell rings and a bulky aged looking man steps out of the back room. I ask him for some nipple clamps, he looks at me as if I'm alien or something. I purchase the silver chained accessory and make my return home.
Upon reaching the entrance, I take pot luck alerting Lee to my presence - he's still not in. Placing the groceries on the kitchen table, I grab the erotic device, lift up my woolly jumper and clamp my arousal. A warm, instant stinging accompanies the shooting pang to my ass. Not wanting to show too much keenness, I quietly sit in the lounge and in my head recognise last night's activities, as the world I've always craved.
Upstairs: I strip naked and grab my trusty companion. My thoughts cause me to start dry-fingering my horniness creating a drenched lubrication, before relieving the yearning. Satisfied, I switch on the small, cube-like television set and watch the clock.
The clock gets more of my attention. I pinch down on the clamps afflicting longer periods of pain. It makes me want to be used and abused. I don't know how Lee spends his days, but wish he was home. Dividing my life between the two men, I weigh up the consequences. Colin and I have spent fifteen, long, dull and happy years together. Do I really give all that up for what I know to be waiting for me down the road? I seriously consider it.
Preparing to be punished. I go commando, only wearing a tight, white sports bra and a pair of ass-hugging jean shorts, along with black high heels. My toenails are painted red. I notice husbands delighting their eyes behind windows, as I wait for Lee to respond to my call.
Attention hadn't gone amiss in my direction ever since we moved here. I liked it then and I still like it. Colin and I had a pretty good sex life, until I began realising these car rallies of his, were more important than me. That's when I stopped attending and now I know the reason.
Clomping concrete heads me to my abode. The head-turners abandon their observing skills. Many had attempted breaking Colin and I apart, but I stood my ground and now making up for lost time, but within the space of twenty-four hours, the sense of belonging gratifies and diminishes me.
I sit in Colin's chair and view the outside world through the small window contemplating how his interest in automobiles had never really been mine and that had been the downfall of our marriage. My trail of thought changes to the burning rage and wanting Lee to treat me like the woman I've always wanted to be.
For the fourth and final time, my head instructs me to do what I've been planning all day. I traipse down the road wondering if I'm too overdressed. I decide once inside my lover's nest, I'll be able to make myself homely and give Lee's eyes a feast. I tap the brass knocker. He opens it turning, as though he's doing something else.
"I thought it might be you."
"Who else were you expecting?" I say jokingly, strolling past him. "I don't think I should be doing this, but I've liked you for a long time."
"Yes Suzanna, and you know I like you." He reveals, watching me take off my tight clothing, whilst I pace up the stairs. Once in the sleeping quarter, I spread eagle on his big bed. He enters the room, looks me up and down, slides between my slender legs and performs cunnilingus.
The fire of lust starts burning bright, as he honours my zone. Sudden yelps of ecstasy become screams of pleasure. "You're ready," he says, looking up and strolling back over to his disclosed wardrobe.
After gazing at the ceiling for a matter of seconds, darkness blinds me. Everything goes quiet, I become aware he's left me on my own. The silent thought of what I may be ready for rides through my brain. Hands grip my ankles shoving me down the bed. Lee drives his length further into me. I begin wondering if it is him, as it feels bigger. My brain tempts me to remove the blindfold and discover the truth, but I decide not to ruin the moment and give myself totally to him.
The cock deep inside my sodden cunt drills me to new heights of paradise. In the heat of the moment, all I know is, I don't want it to end. Temptation again rides through me, I grab the metal bars to the bedrest, remaining in the dark. His big, thick, hard length slowly motions out of my tight, fitting hole.
Manly fluid streams my abdomen and tits. I sense him leave the room.Being the obedient whore, I lie there waiting. As I go to take off the mask, a monster cock enters my used, wet, eager pussy. Slow thrusts frantically fill me to the brim. My vocal chords become lively. He rests my legs upon his shoulders and the massive dong hammers my wetness to a shuddering climax.
Moments pass; I wait for the next move, nothing happens. My fingers travel relishing the creampie between my legs, my tongue devours the seed decorating my red lips. I remove the blindfold to discover I've been left alone. My warm cum trickles down my leg as I almost stammer down the stairs. Lee's comfortably reading the paper in his tight shorts. Hiding my nakedness, I slam the door, making my departure obvious.
I'm in no fit state to think of anything apart from what has just happened. My emotions aflame with passion. Allowing the coat to fall, I enter the bathroom and running the hot water stand under the shower head. Flumping back in Colin's white-leather recliner chair, the brown towel clings to my body like a long dress. I spread my legs knowing anybody could stroll past and look in. I don't care, I want them too!
Patting myself down I fling the ends open enabling feasting eyes a glimpse of what they're missing. Roaming figures, I notice aren't looking in, so I remove the garment. I open the back door for anybody to enter. Feeling adventurous I wander upstairs and lay on the bed, legs spread wide apart.
The coolness of the night breezes over my bare flesh. I silence the television and close my eyes pretending to sleep, but really I'm hoping for prey. Eventually I must have fallen asleep, as I awake snug, wrapped inside the duvet. The back door had been closed; yet everything was still in its place, untouched. It's as if the sensible one inside my head, whist refreshing, informs me to consider how my life is turning out. I enjoy the attention.
Prepping the first meal of the day - buttery toast and tea. Acknowledgement of Lee not being home during the light of the rotating hours reminds me of being without interest. I quickly decide after my organised routine to dress admiringly for town. I want to be ogled. So Pacing up the stairs, I reach into the drawer grabbing a pair of tan pantyhose, my tight-fitting black mini-skirt, black bra and cream blouse. I wear no knickers.
Admiring myself in the mirror, my pubes long to escape from the material. I swan into the rest room and rubbing my covered ass-cheeks, recognise I still have it. Washing my upper body, I spray my perfume and apply lippy. My red lips become bright pink.
I then attend to my eyelashes - not a usual event to be done in my day. My cleavage props upwards as I hide my breasts. I then slip into the skirt and blouse, before stomping downstairs and immediately into the great outdoors. Admiring Neighbours gardens I also search their windows to reflect eyes ogling behind me. There isn't any. I traipse into town feeling on top of the world, purchase a magazine and head to the ‘Singing Kettle', town's popular café.
I take my seat, spread my legs and concentrate on reading the publication. The cute, young waiter brings over my order. Cute is the right word, he's got curly brown hair, vigorous and I reckon of Italian descent. My puss awakens to his smile.He distracts me from the gossip mag as I watch him at work.
The image of being sandwiched between him and Lee thrills my thoughts. Maybe, I think to myself, his was the cock that burnt flames through my soul yesterday. Silently with my eyes, I direct his vision to under the table. I know he knows what I'm doing, but it's the eyes of young and mature male customers that make up for my advances being ignored.
Replacing the small tea-room with the bright, cold day I pace along idly spying commercial properties alert to the voice and images in my head relating to years gone by. Am I being stupid? The week so far has been a real eye opener and I feel different. Images zoom back to Colin, he's become very dull. My rump gets smacked bringing me back down to earth.
The culprit looks back and winks. He's fit and young making me consider my lost youth. I wonder if it was him and not the European waiter. Only one way to find out, I think to myself. Lee's the only one to know who my second was and he won't be returning home until later. Becoming acknowledged, I strike up conversations with locals, whilst strolling around.
I'm loving the attention I'm getting, which cause me to think Lee has mentioned his luck to acquaintances. Heads continue turning, as I step inside designated shops. The items needed are already planned in my bonce. I acknowledge encouraging heads and eyes remaining on me, as I do a lot of bending and stretching.
Youngsters seem to be more attracted to my ass than aged men, which sends lustful, rippling sensations through me. I begin to wonder if I'm wasting time by not going to get what I deserve, but decide my seekers can continue to come and seek me out.
Next stop, the park:
The magazine comes back into play as I sit in the middle of the wooden bench with legs apart. Freezing in my action, I place the plastic bag of cleaning utensils between my feet spacing the width of my spread pegs. I then raise the hem of my skirt. Skimming through already read pages, my juices start flooding my pantyhose as I search passers getting an eyeful. I become so God damn horny, I rush of to the public toilets, strip off my hose and finger my wetness, before returning.
I then place the bag between my naked legs. The breeze drives up my skirt exciting my sex, as much as the eyes burning their way to my openness. A few of them, I have the urge to fuck. The area becomes almost destitute, picking up the mag again, I continue where I‘d left off. I notice guys viewing me from afar, so I exchange the bench for the grassed area. It becomes evident that not everyone was spying me, as when I get closer, my suspected few disappear.
My age of old vanishes feeling like a teenager. The idea of individuals getting a glimpse of my puss gives me cause to think of my fuck buddy and what he may have in store for me. Swapping my stretched out pins for half-bent, I lie back on the grass looking up at the magazine, as to ignore passing eyes of lust.
I have moments of sitting up and switching directions, supported by my arms, my legs remain open. I spot guys looking, most of them younger than I. Some with female partners. A powerful twinge strikes between my legs, as I envision having sex in the open. Something I've never done.
Rather than picking a guy and performing this ritual I decide to keep it a fantasy, if only for a bit longer. The fantasy I'm growing tired of waiting for is that of Lee. I get up and stomping back indoors, pack away the goods. I tell myself Lee won't be in but still hurry striding down the road and bashing the knocker I remain a lengthy time, before my intelligence guides me away.
Standing in front of the lounge window, watching the silent world and individuals passing by, I ponder how I've ever managed to keep my wanting dormant. Lee, I acknowledge whilst making a coffee, is the perpetrator. I'm glad it's him and not somebody else.
Flumping back in Col's recliner, I feel no shame for my past actions or what's about to happen. I sip the steaming liquid and willing the clock to count down to Lee's return, I tend to the overgrown back garden Colin's lost interest doing. As the large, concealed squared area again becomes visible, daylight fades. Knowledge of Lee being home sparks an eagerness Stomping back inside I wash away the dirt and change into my black, cotton mini-dress.
Stepping into my new pleasure dome, I follow my dishy secret through to the lounge. In an instant flash I recognise a likeness to Colin, as he takes to his chair. I sit on the sofa, getting as close to him as I can. His silence informs me something's wrong. Just as I'm about to strike up a conversation; Lee greets his double into the abode. "Suze, this is my brother Gerry." He says, stopping me from putting my foot in it and saying what's on my mind. "He's been having some problems with his marriage."
"Yeah, she's left me." Gerry blurts out, sitting on the sofa. I join him, Lee makes his departure.
I learn they're twins and the resemblance is uncanny, except Gerry has a scar under his left eye. He squiggles on a piece of paper and hands it to me. "What do I want this for?" I perk up, recognising the required amount of digits to be his mobile number.
"You never know. You might be able to cheer me up," he remarks.
"Your secret is safe with me," I tap my nose, hiding it inside my left breast. Lee joins us carrying three mugs of tea.
I'm a little upset that Lee's not able to give me his attention, but hearing tales of their youth and the way they use to share everything sends a wave of excitement through me. I long to ask if they'd like to share me, but my wisdom says no.
Becoming the good guest; I sit back relaxed listening to them, as though they hadn't seen each other in years. I question myself burning with anticipation, to know the answer to my question. Hearing their well-remembered adventures, the urge to blurt out my question becomes great. Gerry displays a closer affection towards me. I throw questions amongst their reminiscence making conversation. Gerry offers me to sit in the cusp of his arm, I freely accept, sensing as if I've been welcomed into their family.
"So would you boys share me?" I throw the question at them.
"Of course we would," Gerry responds. ‘Wouldn't we bro?'
"Are we twins?" Lee chuckles.
My head rests in the bend of his arm. Lee looks as though he's the cat that's got the cream. I relish in the idea the duplicate siblings would fuck me at the same time. My active brain considers I've already had them and if I have, they can have me again.
With that thought in mind; I sit up, our thighs meet. I tap the settee for Lee to join us. I give them both a friendly peck on the cheek. They look at each other and begin ravishing my figure with their hands and tongues. I don't want to stop them in their actions, but have an urge to be naked and slipping my dress over my head their continuing ravishing touch sends me into an unknown world.
Gerry starts kissing the top half of my nakedness, whilst Lee goes downstairs. Spreading my canal lips, shards of flickering pleasure fire through me, as his oral tool darts over my clit and hairy bush. The tweaking, ache of Gerry's touch sends ripples to my flowing river of cum. Intense sparks cause me to tattoo myself onto his face.
Yelps become screams of ecstasy, as the boys devour me. Gerry allows his tongue to meet mine. He unzips his pants and grabbing his cock, still French kissing me, he quickens his technique, halts and standing up on the leather sofa, his thick shaft pokes its way inside my facial opening.
The more I take Gerry down my throat, the faster Lee pounds my cunt. Muffled cries begin to escape with each controlling stroke of his massive pole. Lee drills his cock deeper inside me, as I masturbate Gerry's long, perpendicular tool inches away from my face.
"Oh yeah fuck me hard," I frantically cry, continuing to yank Gerry's prick.
Sensing him edging closer to decorating my face. I slow down my speed, as does Lee pulling out of my eager pussy and taking aim. He shoots his gooey fluid. Upper chest, complete. Gerry then gives me a facial. They swap: Lee fills me orally and Gerry starts ramming my cunt-hole. My passionate, yet muffled cries make our fucking become more addicted. I stretch my legs further apart, almost in semi-akimbo and gobble on Lee's huge dong.
Gerry whips out his cock and starts fucking my ass. With each thrust, I begin to gag taking Lee further down my throat. A similar performance takes place as I begin to ease the gagging reflex shafting Lee's thick, length. The brothers simultaneously slip out of my holes. Gerry darts back into my wet cunt, while I masturbate Lee, expecting my second dose of facial cream. They look at each other, Gerry pulls out of me and proving themselves identically, they both come at the same time.
They stand proud next to each other rubbing their dicks. Grabbing a cock in each hand, I paint their length with mixed come sucking each one clean. I then pace up the stairs and into the washroom, before returning to see them still naked talking. I gaily join them over a mug of tea.
It feels as though we've been friends for years, even Lee acts more open towards me and willingly I accept his forwardness. The lads get dressed. I chuck on my tight outfit, pick up the strip of paper hiding it where it belongs and wink at Gerry.
"Sorry to say guys, but this is where I make my exit." Lee sees me out.
"You don't have to leave you know, not if you don't want to." I look into his eyes and for a brief moment consider staying. Gerry waves, making my decision easier. Lee shuts the door behind me.
On my return, the unshaded light gleams bouncing of the walls. My brain instantly ponders Colin's adventures, knowing mine to be more exciting. Four days and counting. I smile to myself, pace into the kitchen, and make a coffee. I secure the flat locking the doors before going upstairs. I lay on the bed, content and naked watching snippets of numerous television programs. Exploring fingers run over my silky body paying attention to searing erogenous zones.
Gently closing my eyes all four digits stick together, sliding deep up my wet entrance. My free hand spontaneously tweaks and twists my nipples. The burning ache of needing my reluctant siblings cause me to grab not only my long, trusty friend but also the clamps. My fuck-hole creams the pleasure toy, as I ram it further up my flooded snatch.
The boys had done what was needed. I sense completeness. Slowly withdrawing the purple, fanny pleaser I suck, swallowing thick globs of cum. My eyes become heavy, as my sexual motor shuts down.
Unwinding hours of deep sleep alerts me to crashing, thunderous rain. Becoming as depressing as the weather, I stomp down the stairs and make a brew, then head back up to bed. Switching on the goggle box, I consider the sexiness of T.M's male host which also diverts me back to both of last night's adventures. I can't believe the liberation I'm getting from accepting the life I've refused for years.
All of Sudden I'm missing my favourite waiter and blonde Adonis. If and when the weather changes, I know my next move, but for now I'm going to stay under the duvet and bring them into the room, teasing my love buttons. Gulping down the luke warm remainder of the velvety refreshment, I slide down the bed to relax and enjoy the passion riding through me. Their spotless images cause my flooding wetness. I turn looking outside, the rain's still heavily majestic, but slowing down.
Flowing juices ease my saturated fingers deep inside my gash. I bite down on my bottom lip and flicker my eyes open. Almost forgotten, I remember Lee and Gerry. My hand becomes a fist-like dildo, I bear the stretching, aching pain wanting all four of them at once. My fisting technique becomes greater.
The creeping sun differs the climate. I get up, wash, dress and greet the chilly day. Apart from a couple of schoolyard flings, Colin had been the only man in my life. I knew it wasn't right, but I was having fun. Kneeling in front of glowing bars and having a hit of strong caffeine, the presenters of This Morning join me in the lounge.
A heavy single knocking sounds upon the frosted-glass, front door. Turning down the telly, I freeze, wondering who it could be as visitors are far and few between and knowing there's only one way to find out.
"Hello. What are you doing here?" I say, paying back his first response.
"I thought I'd come and see how the other half lives," he replies in his deep voice, I stand back to let him in.
"Very nice." He says nodding his approval. "Can I have one of those?" He asks. I finish my drink and then re-enter the kitchen making two mugs. He follows me and stands against the wall. I hand him a mug.
"Shall we slip back into the lounge?" he asks.
Allowing my eyes to burn into his fit ass, I follow behind him. All I can do not to jump him right there on the spot is sit in Colin's chair whilst he stretches across the sofa. We begin learning more about each other, his eyes search mine and the resisting urge grows stronger.
I look inside my mug. He continues talking about his youth and relationship with Gerry. I start to feel closer towards him. He sits relaxed and cross legged knowing my resistance; "So you sleep upstairs?" He grins.
"Yes... that's right." I say, feeling the urge.
As if reading my thoughts, he Places his mug on the small cubed, coffee table, connected to the sofa. I watch him stroll a few feet towards me. He removes my drink. I give into temptation, placing my hands in his and follow him upstairs. Investigating the rooms, Lee recognises my quarter and steps inside. He flumps onto the bed, I lay on top of him, he's now under my command. I crawl my way down his bottom half and unzip his flies grabbing his big, meaty cock.
My tongue swirls around the eye before accepting his limp thickness into my orifice. Slow bobs edge him further to the back of my throat. My hands run up and down his legs, I then unbuckle his belt, loosen his trousers and whip down his chequered, tight, boxer-shorts.
He places his big hands either side of my temple ensuring his pole rides down my throat. Burping, gagging reflexes erupt. I attempt raising my head but the weight of his hands leaves me still inches away from his base. I place my hands on his and then remove them, frantically blowing him. Lifting my dress, I kneel on top of him and slipping his prick into my wet, hungry-hole I grip onto his shoulders and enthusiastically bounce.
He cups my breasts. I reduce my liveliness, his rotating electrifies my hardening nipples. Letting him take control, I halt. He pulls my erect points downwards, I lean closer into him, his cock edging its way further inside me. His tongue invites my protuberant gland and breast into his mouth. I spring into action making certain he delights in both of my delights. My tits bounce in sync with my motion.
I close my eyes humping his perpendicular member until he fires semen deep inside me. I then lay my body with his, our tongues battle. His prick slips out of me. I slide back down his brawny figure tasting our juices and strengthening his muscle. Stepping into the lavatory and shortly after beginning to do the necessary things, Lee joins me wanting more, as his lips begin smothering my neck. He then runs his hands up and down my waistline, stopping at my mons.
His fingers discover my clit keeping my burning arousal active. I turn and we kiss. He makes his way back into the bedroom. I throw on the robe following him back downstairs. My heart drops, as he grasps the brass handle inviting the calm but windy world in.
"I won't be around for a while," he says, turning and running his fingers down my face. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Where you going?" I ask, fading the question out watching him stroll away.
Shutting the door behind him, I ponder the last days of my freedom becoming restricted and then a light of realisation hits me. I need you, I text after punching Gerry's number into my phone, I then rip up the paper. Remaining with my earlier quest, I search Colin's mug of blades deciding whilst waiting for Gerry's response, my impious cunt needs trimming. Pubes that once peaked outside panties are now in a tidier state. I wear my white skirt, bra and blouse.
Pacing into town Colin without realising it buys me a top of the range lady shaver and treats me to dinner at ‘The Singing Kettle', my expectations are dropped as my dishy waiter is no-where to be seen. Today I have a large robust, elderly lady serving me.
I order a hot chicken curry, Danish apple pie with custard, and wash it down with a mug of coffee. During my visitation I keep watch for the hunk, of course I don't really know if he's European, but he's certainly got foreign features about him. Regret starts to grow. A small amount of individuals ogle me. I begin wondering if they're spying me or, if my action is that obvious. Although my full attention is on the meal in front of me, he doesn't make an entry.
"You have a foreign waiter that works here?"
"You must be referring to Alonso?" The lady replies, replacing my empty plate with a bowl.
"Yes... I think I am," I respond tucking in. "Where is he?" I ask.
"He's got the day of today dear," she says, wobbling away.
Her words decide my next move as I finish the pudding in next to no time, gulping down the refreshment. I enter the spring air and checking my phone for messages - I notice there's been no activity. Individuals steadily occupy the rural area. My focus taken by dressed windows becomes affected by Gerry's continuing silence. The Breeze slides between my legs psyching me to recall the Adonis to mind. I continuing wondering about Gerry, and his rejection towards me.
Young males fly past, but not the one I want. Every so-often I direct my vision around the industrial centre hoping to get a glimpse of him or Alonso. Neither were apparent. Apart from Col treating me to this shopping expedition, the youngsters were my true intention.
My reflection stares back at me. I head for the closest newsagents and purchase a Gossip Mag, Salad Sandwich and a Red Bull before entering the unoccupied park. Page by page I practically read every word. The late morning turns into afternoon and bodies; young and old fill the Greenland.
Casually I stretch my legs keeping my attention in the thick publication. Men of all ages stroll past and gawp my trim pins. Some walk directly towards me and look up my skirt. I slightly raise the hem and reaching into the plastic bag I grab my snack and watch the world pass me by. I become aware eyes are no longer viewing my openness. I close my legs, pulling down my short, denim skirt.
My gaze could burn a hole in the grass as I desire for more attention. I open the packaging of the Braun lady shaver. The different heads encourage grooming ideas. After my lunch, I take dull steps back home, feeling somewhat disheartened. I search in both directions discovering my unfortunate luck and unless Gerry soon gets in touch, the rest of my day will be spent fucking my neat cunt.
I quickly dart into a shop and buy a pack of AA batteries. On returning to my peaceful surroundings, I head straight for the bathroom, strip naked and use the bikini-trimming attachment. I then slip into my white, lacy bra and panties feeling a new person, as the material no longer bulges outwards but snugly fits around my contour. A knocking sounds. Excitement erodes me as I acknowledge Gerry's responding to my text.
"OH! Hello. This is an unexpected visit. How did you find out where I live?" I ask surprised and silently elated to see my blonde secret.
"I err, like saw you leave town and followed you back. Wasn't sure though whether to, you know. I hope you don't mind? I'm Steven."
"Suzanna and not in the slightest. Won't you come in?" I say, standing back watching him ogling me, as he enters the abode. I take him by the hand and lead him into paradise. I push him into the ajar door causing his frame to close it and pressing myself against him, he unclips my brassiere.
I cause a gap between us allowing the garment to fall. My tits press against his cloud-patterned shirt. My tongue darts around his, I unzip his flies grasping his length; passionately kissing and masturbating him, before allowing my ruby lips to delight in his thick weapon.
Unbuttoning his slacks and pulling down his shorts, I take his whole length in my mouth. He grabs my hair bobbing my head back and forth. Sliding away from him and slipping my panties down, I sit on the edge of the bed. Striding up to me, he opens my legs, flumping back on the divan he starts to rub himself off over my trim figure.
"I want you inside me," I plead. He doesn't take a second longer. The feel of him sliding inside me feels so good, as he rams me full of his meaty pole.
I cry words of encouragement, wanting him to split me in two. Grabbing me by the ankles, he answers my wish pounding my twat. Although he does have a nice prick he's not the biggest I've had this week, that's Gerry. Steven's length flops out of my wetness. He starts masturbating and I frantically rub my clit before offering him my ass. He starts to pound that too. Orgasmic screams echo throughout the flat. His thick member slides further up my back passage as I thrust myself into him.
Grabbing hold of my shoulders and slowly pumping my wet hole, he works his way to a crescendo. Fucking his come-drenched cock out of my cunt, I turn and cupping his balls invite his glistening, thickness into my facial opening, whilst fumbling his heavy orbs. I then pull up his jeans and shorts putting it back where I found it.
The phone's been on charge but not a word from Gerry. I pace into the bathroom and slip into the grey, flannel robe meeting Steven back downstairs. He stands at the kitchen sink filling the kettle. I stretch up to the top cupboard grabbing two mugs.
"I take milk, no sugar." He says, watching me open up the tall, fridge/freezer.
We talk about life in general. I find he's got a listening ear as I begin opening up to him. Observing the mug that holds his requirements, he takes it from me and like a perfect gentleman allows me to enter the lounge first. He sits on the settee and I take pleasure in the one thing I don't usually get, Col's comfy chair. Drinking and playing with my hair, I listen to him, as he's done me. I gaze at my phone, it still hasn't any notifications.
Steven drinks up. I hide my phone back in the pocket. "I have to be going," he says, walking backwards. His back pushes against the door.
"There's no reason for you to leave," I reply, kissing and leaning into him.
He throws himself into my kiss before breaking away. "I'm sorry to say," he responds opening the door, but I do have a reason to go." I shut him outside silently pleading Gerry to respond.
Thoughts of being single float through my mind as I electronically control the recliner and before settling down, open the door to a void world. If it wasn't for the coldness of the day, I'd leave the door open. The rolling intent becomes apparent as I consider the youngsters becoming attracted to me, as I am them.
I feel younger when I'm around them. They make me forget about my dull existence and besides becoming the new me, is kind of exciting. Switching on the set quickly disturbs the silence, I also bring my slim mobile into view. Gerry still hasn't got in touch.
The week‘s not over yet and already I class it to be my life's most daring adventure to date. Fear creeps into me worrying about Gerry's continuous silence. I refuse the sensation thinking of Alonso and bringing Lee into mind, I ponder his exploits. Having nothing to do, but sit back and worry, I pace back upstairs and slip into a pair of pantyhose under tight, black ski pants and hide a polo-neck under a woolly jumper. Preparing another brew, I take it into the enclosed back garden and continue tidying the area.
Becoming engrossed in making the garden what it could be, before Colin's return controls the wanting of Gerry. After all I've had two cocks today and as they say; beggars can't be choosers. I sense that I've been waiting on Gerry and now he can wait on me. I create a row of used, black bags.
Returning thoughts destroy the clearance of my mind, as I wrap up the afternoon's work load. Feeling proud with myself, I see the overgrown jungle becoming as neat as mine. Going against the silence of my command, I search my device on re-entering. He's still not been in touch, complying with the double life I've set for myself, I wash away the dirt and ditching the ski pants for my tight, black cotton mini-skirt, I also dispose of the woolly Jumper.
Reflecting my image in the mirror, I acknowledge I look worthy of finding new predators. The hem just covers the bottom of my ass cheeks. My tan coloured feet attached to high black heels. I paint my lips the same colour as my polo neck - pink. My nipples edging to escape the tight material.
I figure it would be a waste to get all dolled up with nowhere to go. That was becoming the extent of my evening until the knowledgeable light alerts me how to spend my otherwise, silent evening. I grab my long mac stomping to the ‘Kings Arms' Public House.
Smartly, suited waitresses dish up meals. Taking off my coat, a lot of horny men ogle my attire. The middle aged barman takes my order of a large red wine. The first hour quickly goes by and I become lightheaded from the vast amount of drinks being bought for me.
The night's entertainment - karaoke: I sit there and listen to punters, some good, some bad, some diabolical and some, should be signing contracts. Another glass doesn't touch my lips for the rest of the evening. Guys, single and coupled cause me the sensation to squirm in my seat. I brave the moment and partake in the evening's amusement singing ‘Love is all around'. Unintentionally I gaze at one youngster who's a bit of a stud, he begins giving me the eye and then his female partner returns. I take the opportunity to search areas of the blind-bar, from where I sit.
I end up going home alone, although the barman had tried his luck. My bed immediately calls me. It doesn't seem long before entering the land of nod and singing birds introduce the new day. Heading straight for the bathroom, I return kitting myself out in last night's dress and unplugging my communication device, I notice how the phone's remained calm.
Sensing neglect, my psyche ensures me not to contact him. Paying attention to the vibe, I begin my day with a sweet, black Nescafe and relaxing in front of the telly ponder the fucks I could have had and would have jumped at the chance, but none was available and I was only looking for fresh meat.
After drinking a hot mug of strong coffee, I stroll into town. My objective; to discover if I could remember faces or if they'd remember me. I tread my usual trail of charity and known established businesses, until reaching the café. Alonso isn't there. Instead of the park, I journey on the bus to the closet beach, 30 minutes away.
Walking along the coastal area, I investigate the shops. The beach is desolate apart from a few in their twilight years. I haven't visited in a long time, but every time it's like entering a completely different world. Houses are built on or around a large patch of greenery, almost like a hidden forest overlooking the picturesque beach.
Sitting in the middle of the bench, almost opposite the shore. The vicinity starts filling with youngsters. The sun brings a mass of bodies, I spread my legs slightly apart. Most seem to be using the sandy-stretch as a picnic area or occupying deck chairs. Children start playing, excitedly squealing.
Only wanting to excite eyes of maturity, I stroll the shops, before making my departure. The bus returns me back into the bustling precinct. Passing the singing kettle, I gaze through the window, my eyes are graced with Alonso's presence, so I make my second appearance.
Placing myself at the rounded table close to the window, he approaches me. I order a large Mocha and give him a nodding wink. In the corner of my eye I know he's watching me looking out of the oblong window admiring the sunny climate and individuals passing by.
I watch Alonso as he moves slowly not to spill a drop and he doesn't. I slide my hands onto his, as I grab the saucer, supporting the glass of creamy Mocha. Our eyes connect and he smiles leaving me to take more orders. Provocatively spooning the swirled cream, as he looks back I use my tongue to motion the contents into my opening. This action gets repeated until all the cream has gone. It becomes obvious he's finding it hard to concentrate on his duties. I turn in my chair slightly opening my legs, just enough for him to know I have no panties on. At different intervals, he almost trips up holding cups and plates. I decide to leave before he has an accident.
Entering the abode, after fixing a coffee, I pace up the stairs and searching my slim device recognise Gerry still hasn't got in touch. My calm mood suddenly becomes flawed. I want to go round Lee's, but sense no good coming from it. For a few moments longer, I enjoy the silence before switching on the box to a gossip-based program.
The T.V. set becomes background noise, as I recollect the friendliness building between Al and me. I wish I hadn't of left when I did. Suddenly it hits me how my wildest, kept fantasy has come true and could lose me everything. Checking my phone I briefly will Gerry to contact me, but nothing!
Keeping my cunt immaculate, I enter the cleaning area and tattoo my pubis hoping that Gerry, even Colin will like it. Who was I kidding? Colin had been my life and I, in the past week had lived out a fantasy that for years haunted me to act on. It's done. I step back into the bedroom changing into a pair of khaki trousers and remain in the polo neck. Gulping down the refreshment, I become the dutiful wife and do what is required of me. Wash up, hoover, dust, even the outside areas must be tidy.
My brain informs me these jobs need doing. Stepping outside, the late afternoon is drifting into eventide. I brush away leaves and debris attempting to come in. Individuals stroll past, some give me the eye.
"All covered up today then?" A tall, unrecognised, black-haired man says continuing to stroll past. I watch him leave the area and notice Lee's unscathed premises.
After feeding the potted plants; I trace back upstairs, my ear picks up the female news reporter announcing the murder of a student, as I go to take an early shower. Re-entering stark naked, the theme to Emmerdale Farm begins. Sitting up in bed, I settle into the soap admiring the farmer's son's clothed, fit body.
All the soaps precede into mid-evening. My phone alerts me to a message playing the Yellow Rose of Texas. It's Gerry informing me that tomorrow he'll be staying at Lee's and I'm welcome to join him if I wish. I know what he wants and I know the burning yearn inside of me, wants it too. Just thinking about it causes my fingers to crawl their way under the double duvet. It's not long after pressing the right buttons, I lust, melting into the sheet. Thick cum lubricates my ramming fingers.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Colin's return will be around 9PM. I frantically bring myself off, before flicking of the set and light. Feeling satisfied, I fall asleep. Everyday activities shake my unconsciousness. Freshening myself up then making breakfast, I.E. coffee and sitting in front of the blank screen, I realise all the day has to offer, is my trip down the road. I remain indoors until a fastidious craving rides between my legs alerting me to my moment of truth.
Heading to my destination, the breeze slips between my legs as I wait for an answer. The door swings open with Gerry almost attached to it. "You're just in time," he says, making his way back into the kitchen. "The kettle's boiling. White no sugar," he shouts.
"Correct," I answer, taking rest on the sofa and spreading my legs far enough for him to glimpse up my tight skirt. As he places both mugs on the table, he exacts to my plan. We chat and slowly gulp the hot beverage.
"And when you're done here, you can go upstairs, you'll know what to do."
I lick my lips eyeing his buried crutch. He sits next to me and I slip my hand inside the concealed area grasping his big cock then looking up at him, I rapidly circulate my tongue over his massive knob.
"Get up those stairs, I'll be with you after I've made a few calls."
"Do you promise?" I respond teasingly, putting his prick back in his pants.
Entering the main bedroom, I notice the familiar blindfold placed in the middle of the neatly-made king-size divan. Thumbing the material, I ponder my fanatic thoughts. "Are you ready for me?" Gerry shouts.
I take of my tight, cream blouse and black lacy bra, before living in darkness. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand grasps the long, thick length my lips had recently pleasured. I gently stroke his dick until it hardens in my hand. I momentarily taste his delight.
"Get on all fours," he commands.
Being the good slut, I do as I'm told. He shoves his cock in my mouth and as I take him down my throat, another cock enters me doggy-style. Becoming sandwiched between them, I furiously suck Gerry's cock as the stranger rams my tight hole.
"Oh God yeah fuck me good." I cry out. I'm slapped in the face by another hard prick. I break away from Gerry tasting the latest member.
In union I suck them both off. They decorate my lips with semen. The thick, hard length pulls out of my back passage and standing inches away from my ass cheeks, he finishes himself spraying onto my back and hair. I can but guess who is where, if only I knew who they were, as they swap places. My holes again become full. I attempt supporting myself on one hand as I masturbate and suck the exposed cock.
Although blind, my instinct alerts me of the rubbing tool in front of me. My cries of ecstasy fill the room as the proud weapon hammers my wet cunt. I feed my mouth with both cocks, an aching stretching sensation fades away, as I lick and suck the meaty poles simultaneously.
"Oh God, fuck my ass," I cry. "Come deep inside me."
I ram cock down my throat and gag, before replacing it with the other. I then waggle my tongue over both helmets and rub their thick, hard shafts. They both decorate my face with thick, manly fluid. The fucker behind whips out his cock, slides it up and down my crack, before masturbating his seed onto my back and ass. Again, they swap places ensuring each prick has its fill of my holes.
My ass, as well as my cunt and mouth get fucked. "Oh God yeah fuck me hard. Oh yeah, like that." I cry, as the cock flops out of my orifice. Each cock hammers me senseless. The cock in my ass and pussy swap as I gag, stuffing my throat. Switching holes, Gerry, I believe exchanges with the unknown stranger who's been shagging me from behind.
They frantically pump their secreted meat. One by one, they dislodge my openings. Taking off the padded, sleep mask, as I've wanted to for quite a while Gerry stands to my left, to my right - Alonso and standing in front of me - Steven. I suck his cock, while regaining the hardness of G and A.
My new foreign-looking friend enters my orifice whilst I rub Gerry. Steven masturbates his thickness close to my painted lips. I guide Gerry into view. The horny trio surrounds me in a semi-circle, as I guarantee the cleanliness of their thick, massive poles.
Satisfying my need and completing theirs, they vanish from sight. When only I am left, I chuck on my blouse, leaving my bra to pick up the next time I get the chance to return any favours. All three guys mingle naked in the lounge and watch as I leave the premises. Upon my entry home, I briefly rest on the sofa, before preparing myself a meal and taking to the shower. I then go commando under the grey, flannel robe.
Televised voices disrupt the silent, lit-up lounge, as the final of get me out of here begins. Between the Bush Tucker Trials, and my thoughts of sexual gratification, I sense a shade of gloom recognising the closeness of Colin's return and having to abandon my new bad girl image.
On the cusp of the winner being announced, the door opens, Colin enters and freezes looking at me.
"Have you had a good week?"
"Oh you know," he responds. "How's yours been?"
A smile rises upon my face. I stroll towards him, untie the robe letting him see my neat trim cunt, he puts down his suitcase, strolls towards me and allowing the robe to slip to the floor, we passionately kiss. His hands unexpectedly roam my nakedness until his palms rest on my cheeks. His gentle taps gradually turn into slaps.
I turn, he follows me upstairs still slapping my bum. When both of us enter the bedroom he shoves me over the double divan, masturbates himself to hardness, and then for the first time in a long time, he starts fucking me furiously up the ass.
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