After arriving back home in Turkey and describing everything in detail to my very happy hubby, it was time to reflect on everything.
The fallout with Denn was probably a good thing really but I don’t like causing hurt or pain to anyone, and now he was sending both me and Gary some really scathing messages about our morals, calling me lots of names etc.
But when I think about all the wonderful pleasures that both hubby and I have experienced, nearly all of them have not caused any hurt, pain or anger.
As far as I am aware, all the things I have done have not caused breakdowns in relationships at all.
Yes, I have behaved like a complete tart, but it’s all been done for sheer pleasure and nothing else. In fact, I now wish I had started enjoying all these pleasures when I was much younger.
I should have carried on gaining experience and pleasure when I was in my thirties. At hubby’s insistence, I had started down that road but told him that I didn’t want to continue after a while.
So, for the best part of eighteen years, I had led a respectable but boring life as a faithful wife.
Dieting, looking after myself and being admired by younger men when I retired here in Turkey had started me off again, and my life has now become a complete whirl of sexual bliss, and I wanted it to carry on as long as possible.
And the possibilities were increasing, so I didn’t even consider changing anything just because of some hurtful mail. If anything, it made me more determined to carry on.
I had just three days to go before my next journey: a flight to Cyprus to meet up with Vanessa for a four-day girlie time.
Gary, bless him, had kept on top of the household chores while I had been away, so I only really had washing and ironing to catch up on.
Hazel was back in her apartment near us, and we found time for a threesome. She had completely accepted our lifestyle, and the fact that I was going away to be with another lady didn’t seem to bother her at all.
The sex between the three of us was getting more adventurous. It was very obvious that she turned Gary on immensely, and he was performing better than he had been for a long time.
I wasn’t really anxious about that. I just wanted it all to carry on as it was. Hazel is very attractive, and as she has come out of her shell, she has shown us both that she has a great sense of humour.
That last evening, we had together before I went away was simply wonderful. It actually felt quite strange for me to be going away to stay with another woman having had such wonderful sex with Hazel.
With guys, very few of the shags I have had have been anything more than just lust. Very pleasurable, but no thoughts of anything more than the sheer ecstasy I get from it.
However, with ladies, it’s more than that. Hazel, Yvonne and Ugras. With all three of them, I could quite easily become a lifetime partner. That’s what all three of them wanted from me, but I would have to give up an awful lot to do that, even though at times I felt like taking that step.
So, when I got to meet up with Vanessa in Cyprus, I really wanted to make sure that it was just lust and a new venture for her. I didn’t want another lady wanting any more than just the sheer pleasure that two bodies can get from each other.
Thank heavens, that is just how it turned out.
She picked me up at the airport and took me to a hotel about a forty-minute drive away. We only had one night booked there, because she wanted to take me over the border to the Greek part of Cyprus where she lived.
But what a great night it turned out to be. Nothing was rushed. We unpacked our stuff, changed into some casual stuff, had a walk around the hotel and its gardens to get our bearings, and then finished with a stroll on the beach together.
We chatted non-stop and I found out a lot about her. She had married three times, the first two ending in divorce, then her third husband died four years ago, leaving her widowed only a short time after making their home in Cyprus.
Fairly quickly after that, some friends had introduced her to the swinging scene which she told me was a big thing there and within a month or so, she had found herself a guy who she thought the world of, and he had introduced her to the pleasures of swapping partners.
She told me that she had always had a big sex drive and that she had succumbed to several extramarital advances throughout her life. But they had all been with guys. She had never even had the urge to try anything on her bi side until it happened with me when we last met.
Having broken the ice, she was certain that she wanted to experiment some more, and that I was to be her tutor.
I told her that I was by no means an expert and that I was still learning myself.
As we finished our walk along the beach, we held hands quite naturally and strolled to a nice bar by the pool.
She asked me to tell her more about my lifestyle with Gary, and I told her absolutely everything – the cuckolding, the gangbangs etc. Vanessa didn’t seem shocked at all, and just squeezed my leg and smiled as she picked up her drink.
Vanessa is an attractive lady, but I really liked her personality too. The two of us got on like a house on fire.
And it was she that suggested we finish our drinks and go up to our room. She was really keen.
Once in our room, she wasn’t shy either, giving me a delightful tongue flicking kiss before backing off and starting to undress.
I took the hint and stripped everything off as quickly as I could, and the two of us were soon writhing about on the bed together, urgently exploring each other with fingers and tongues.
I couldn’t believe how much Vanessa wanted it. It was only her second time with me, and I had needed to be really patient with her the first time.
We fingered each other’s pussies, pressed our boobs together, sucked and licked our lovely erect nipples until we were both on the verge, both of us bucking our hips to the ever-increasing pleasure.
But it got even wilder when I made the move to turn around and go down on her, finding her swollen clit with my tongue whilst still finger fucking her.
In no time at all, I was getting the same treatment from her. We were both in a noisy frenzy, and it was me that came first. Vanessa was only seconds after though, and we tasted each other’s fluids. I tasted a little bit of bitterness in her cum, but it wasn’t unpleasant, and we lay together in that position for quite a while getting our breath back.
I was first to move, getting up and fixing us both a drink. We had a sip, then put the glasses down on the bedside table and lay together chatting and running our hands and fingers all over each other.
We needed a rest, but there was no reason for not keeping ourselves “on the boil.”
Stroking each other quite sensually, we carried on chatting, having a few laughs about previous sexual experiences and at times giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.
“So Jill, did you really enjoy the gangbangs, or was it just an experience you wanted to try?” Vanessa asked.
“Both, “I answered truthfully, “yes, it was something that I wanted to try, and I was very nervous about it the first time, but it really turned me on having so many guys with stiff cocks all around me, and I loved every minute.”
We talked about it for ages. Vanessa was obviously considering the pros and cons, and I was honest and told her that I had been lucky because mine had always been well controlled by someone, and only one of them had gotten out of control, and even that had ended happily.
It was a wonderful night in the hotel. We never left the room even though we had not eaten anything, and we spent the time chatting and running our hands tenderly all over each other.
The chatting stopped when we could no longer resist the urge of getting it together again, and as well as enjoying sixty nines again, I showed her how great it was to do some pussy grinding together.
Vanessa loved that, and we kept returning to it, finding different angles with each other. It was a frantic session, and we both had loads of cums before we collapsed and fell to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke her by sucking on her beautiful nipples, and this time it was all me on her, and I ended up fingering and licking her to another climax before going back to sleep again.
We were starving when we got up in the morning, so after a quick shower and getting dressed we went down to the dining room, enjoyed a really big breakfast, and then got our stuff together and checked out of the hotel. We had a short drive to the border, and then about an hour’s drive to Vanessa’s place in the Greek part of Cyprus.
Her apartment was lovely with great views overlooking the Mediterranean and not far from the big metropolis of Paphos.
Vanessa went to show me into a spare bedroom, but then she changed her mind and we dumped our suitcases in her room.
I would be spending three more nights with her before returning home, so there was plenty of time, and she wanted to show me around the town.
It was bustling. We went to a few shops, walked along the seafront and had a cocktail together in a lovely bar.
Again, we never stopped chatting. I was loving her company and I think she felt the same way. She was very informative about the area she called home and I hung on her every word.
It was only about 4 pm, but Vanessa suggested that we had something to eat early so that we had more time together at her apartment.
That sounded good to me, and she took me to a lovely little restaurant where we both had a really filling seafood salad, washed down with a local beer each.
When we got back to the apartment, we couldn’t wait to get at each other again, and stripping each other hastily, we made out on her settee.
It turned out to be another awesome evening and night. We couldn’t leave each other alone. We did get some sleep, but not a lot.
I discovered that she had really sensitive ear lobes and loved being licked all around her neck and shoulders, and luckily for me, she also found out that I went crazy when the backs of my knees are licked.
In the morning, we talked a lot about previous experiences. She had been pretty outrageous throughout her three marriages and had been unfaithful on many occasions in all of them. She said she just had a high sex drive and that she couldn’t help herself.
Her first hubby had caught her out twice with different guys, which was why the first divorce happened, but she believed hubbies number two and three were not aware of her little dalliances.
All the talk about guys from the past had made me want a bit more than some more bi-fun, fantastic as it had been, so I asked Vanessa if she’d had any luck with guys since splitting up with Kurt.
“Bloody hell, you bet I have, Jill,” she started. “I couldn’t go that long without it.”
And she went on to tell me what a fabulous scene there was in Paphos if you knew where to look for it.
“So, how do you fancy looking for some male attention tonight,” I asked. I had just come straight out with it, and Vanessa could have felt bad about it.
“Great idea!” was her reply.
We had a rest in the afternoon, laying on sunbeds around her shared pool where there were two other couples sunbathing. That was unfortunate because I love sunbathing in the buff, but it would have been inappropriate.
Vanessa made some sandwiches which we devoured before getting ready to go out.
She showed me her wardrobe which was full of some really sexy outfits, and she chose a black mini skirt and matching blouse.
Then from her underwear drawer, she picked out a minute black thong, a skimpy little black bra, suspenders and stockings.
She went off to have a shower while I picked what I would wear. I am not a fan of wearing thongs, so my undies were a pale pink bra and pantie set, and although I prefer hold-ups usually, I had brought some suspenders and stockings with me, so I picked them even though the suspenders didn’t actually match my panties.
My dress was royal blue, with a plunging neckline, and a belt at the waist. It was a mini, but not quite as short as Vanessa’s outfit.
I showered too, and then we watched each other as we did our hair and makeup before we got dressed.
Wow, she looked fabulous. We are about the same height, but Vanessa is a little thinner than me and easily gets in a size 10.
We both have blonde hair, but Vanessa’s eyes are a vivid blue whereas mine are brown. Her hair is just a bit shorter than my shoulder-length locks, but the whole effect was simply stunning. I think I look good for my age, but she is only four years younger than me and probably looks a good ten years younger.
Our outfits were completed by very high-heeled shoes. Apparently, the club we were going to wasn’t far away, but with those shoes, we ordered a taxi.
And what a fantastic club it was. In a back street and off the main drag, but sumptuously furnished and decorated, and very busy.
Vanessa was obviously a regular there as she greeted and chatted to many people of both sexes, but eventually, we found a table where we could sit together.
We drank, watched and occasionally I would whisper something like “what about those two?”
But Vanessa told me to be patient, and as this was her territory, I left things to her.
There was live music, but it wasn’t too loud so that you could still hear yourselves talk, and after three glasses of wine each, we got a bit giggly as our conversation became more outrageous.
Without saying a word, she got up and told me that we were going to dance. I can’t remember what the band were playing, but it was pretty fast and the two of us ended up doing a sort of jive together.
The next piece of music was slower, and we were joined on the dance floor by two guys. Nothing was said at all, but they were both very good dancers, so we just carried on for about ten minutes.
Then one of them asked if we would like a drink, and we followed them to another table with a settee against the wall on one side and two armchairs on the other side.
The guys were both British, Steve and Carl, and they had both made their homes in Paphos. Steve and Vanessa sat on the settee together while Carl and I took the armchairs.
The guys were probably both in their fifties. Steve was tall and slim, tanned, and with wavy fair hair. He was very tasty.
Carl was of average height, average build, in fact just Mr Average, but he had a lovely smile and a good sense of humour.
About an hour and two drinks later, we were on our way back to Vanessa’s in a taxi. It was plain that Steve and Vanessa were together and I assumed she already knew him. Carl got pretty touchy with me in the taxi, but I was OK with that.
Once back at her place, it was straight up to the bedrooms, Carl and I in the spare room and Vanessa claiming her room with Steve.
Carl was very complimentary about the way I looked as I took my dress off in front of him, and I laid down on the bed in my underwear and watched him get his kit off. He had a little bit of a paunch, but he had shaved all over which impressed me.
I was disappointed to see that his cock wasn’t hard yet, but I started stroking it as soon as he got on the bed and that did the trick.
He relieved me of my bra and panties but left my suspenders and stockings on.
Carl told me that I was “fucking gorgeous” as I felt his fingers find my pussy and his tongue play with my nipples. He tried to fuck me straightaway, but I stopped him and told him to be patient.
He did as he was told, and I got him into a sixty-nine. There was more action from my mouth on his cock than there was from him. He never found my clit which was disappointing, but I had to stop the blow job because I could tell that he was near a cum.
We went back into the missionary position, and Carl fucked me hard, thrusting inside me for a very short while before shooting his load up me. I was nowhere near a cum myself.
While relaxing afterwards, I became aware of some very pleasurable noises coming from the next bedroom. I wanted to be part of it.
Leaving Carl sprawled on the bed, I plucked up courage, got up and walked straight into the next bedroom.
The sight I got was my lovely Vanessa bouncing up and down on Steve’s prick.
They both turned to look at me stood there with just suspenders and stockings on, but then carried on with their fucking each other regardless.
I couldn’t resist playing with myself as I watched them increase the pace.
Of course, I knew exactly what noises Vanessa made when reaching orgasm, so I knew Steve had achieved that, and it was pretty obvious that he had cum too.
Patiently, I stood in the doorway while they disengaged and came down from the high.
They whispered to each other, and Vanessa got off the bed and walked towards me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “Steve just wants me for himself, so you will have to leave,” she finished.
I was gutted, but there was nothing I could do but go back to Carl and see if he could make a better job of things second around.
He did, and I managed a cum this time, but it wasn’t the most memorable sex I’d ever had.
In the morning, Vanessa came to talk to me in my room. The guys had gone, and she obviously felt pretty bad about the way it had gone.
She cuddled me and apologised but told me that there was nothing she could do about it. So obviously, Steve either didn’t fancy me or just didn’t want a threesome.
OK, disappointing, but I could handle it. After all, I had been fucked and brought to an orgasm, even if it wasn’t that memorable.
I told Vanessa that I was very impressed with the club and that I wished we had something similar near our home, and it was then that she confessed to me that she had arranged the whole thing. Steve and she had got it together a few times before, and she had asked him to bring a friend along for me.
Of course, I understood, and we were soon having a good laugh together, and after breakfast, we had the most wonderful sex on her settee.
We went out for a snack at a local bar later, and I told her that we should go to the club again that evening, but this time with nothing arranged, and just see what happened.
She agreed, and that evening we met a lovely couple from Ireland, Sean and Ruth, and we ended up in their hotel room, three girls and one guy.
It was a really wild night. Ruth, a tiny and skinny lady with a lovely accent, long black hair and piercing blue eyes, was really up for a bit of girlie fun, and the three of us put on a bit of a show for Sean.
Then he fucked me first, followed by Ruth, and finally Vanessa. He was a stayer, and it was Vanessa who got his spunk up her.
We stayed there for quite a while, and I remember having a great session with Ruth while watching Sean fuck Vanessa.
Once we got home, Vanessa and I were too tired to do anything but sleep, but we had one more day and night together.
The idea of going clubbing again was definitely not on the menu, and we just explored each other’s bodies for most of the day, then stayed in, and practised some more girlie moves. No toys, just two ladies who really loved touching each other all over and finding more and more erogenous zones.
We just loved making each other cum, and in between, we just chatted and chatted and got on so well together. I wanted to spend a lot more time with her, and I am fairly sure that she felt the same way.
But it was just pure lust. We had got on well together, but both of us knew that we didn’t want any further commitment from each other. We started making plans about seeing each other again, but nothing definite was arranged.
Vanessa drove back across the border and then on to the airport, where we said our goodbyes, and by the evening, I was back home with Gary, being well and truly fucked as I updated him on how naughty I had been.
My regular holiday sex partner Ben would be arriving and staying six nights with us in just three days’ time, but I made time to catch up with Hazel at her apartment the following afternoon.
She knew that I had gone away to be with another woman, but it didn’t bother her at all, and we just carried on as normal. We had been together enough times to know all the right spots and moves, and we had a wonderful couple of hours together in her bedroom.
I couldn’t stop comparing the two of them, Vanessa and Hazel. Hazel is a good ten years younger, a few inches taller and has the most wonderful green eyes. But she does have periods of depression and feeling sorry for herself, whereas Vanessa was definitely “happy go lucky”, much like myself.
In bed, Hazel had much more experience, but Vanessa was a willing learner.
As for me, well, my bi side was becoming ever more important, and more often than not, when I started playing with myself, it was thoughts of me with other ladies that tended to bring me off quicker.
There was no more action for a couple of days whilst I got ready for Ben’s visit. I had the full works done at the beautician as well as having my hair trimmed and coloured. Ben told me that he preferred me blonde, so I went for a lighter colour and I was very pleased with the look.
I sorted out my wardrobe and underwear drawers even though I knew that Ben would bring some stuff with him that he would want me to wear.
Usually, Gary would come with me to the airport to pick Ben up, but his flight was due at lunchtime and I don’t mind driving if it’s still light all the way, so I went on my own.
It was quite warm and sunny, so I wore an orange t-shirt with a navy mini skirt and a pair of white trainers. No bra, no stockings and just a skimpy pair of panties.
There were no problems at the airport, and we were on our way back to our villa in no time.
Ben couldn’t keep his hands off my legs as I was driving, and we kept getting that magical tingling a lot.
After we had passed through the toll tunnel, Ben’s chatting got round to sex and what we had both been up to recently. We were frank with each other, and we were both getting increasingly horny.
Then Ben asked if we could turn off the main road and find somewhere quiet. His hand was going higher and higher up my leg as he spoke.
Luckily, I knew a nice little country road that we had used before when we’d been for a picnic. I turned off onto the little lane, but we would still have to find somewhere more secluded because a few vehicles used the road we were on.
Then, bingo! A track that looked like only a tractor had ever been down it, and it swung around behind some pine trees. We were out of view from the road.
Frantically, I searched for a blanket which I knew was in the boot but was buried beneath Ben’s luggage, but I managed and we both ran to a lovely spot beneath the trees.
I only had my top, skirt and panties to get off, so I was naked (apart from my trainers) and laid down on the blanket while Ben was still getting his kit off.
As he dropped his pants, I could see his magnificent erection. He couldn’t be bothered getting his shirt off, and laid down next to me, his lovely hard cock pressing against my thighs while we played with each others’ tongues.
I don’t think that I have ever wanted to be fucked so much in my life. I knew how good a lover Ben was and I couldn’t wait to feel his manhood deep inside me.
But Ben is a master at lovemaking, and he chose to go down on me first, probing my very wet pussy with two fingers and finding my clit very quickly with his tongue.
Almost immediately, I was well on the way to a lovely cum. He knew, and he stopped for a moment. He is an expert at edging, and I lost count of how many times he stopped just before I was about to explode.
He also knew that we were both desperate for a fuck, so that was his next move. His cock felt so big and hard as he entered me and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust away.
Neither of us lasted long. It was brilliant. My cum was extraordinary. What a start to my week with Ben.
We played with each other while we were recovering, just running our hands all over the place. Again, those wonderful tingles kept coming.
Neither of us wanted to leave where we were, and we lay there with the pale sunlight finding its way through the leaves, feeling the gentle cool breeze, and both knowing that we would soon be ready for some more action pretty soon.
When Ben’s fingers started playing with my pussy again, I knew that he was ready and I could hardly wait.
Suddenly, we both became aware of some noises. Breaking of twigs, together with a slight murmur.
Instinctively, we both looked the same way, and there, about ten yards away and in between the trunks of two trees stood a guy with his mobile in one hand and his cock in the other. He just stood there, aware that we had seen him. But he carried on playing with himself and obviously using his mobile as a camera.
“Shall we give him something to look at?” I asked.
“I’m game if you are,” was Ben’s answer, and so brazenly we started. I knelt on the rug and went straight down on Ben’s cock, which was already ready for action. I looked straight at the guy while I sucked and licked, and again the guy didn’t move at all.
I love putting on a show, even if it was for just one unknown guy, so while Ben lay there, I stood up, completely naked, and played with my nipples whilst smiling and staring at him. Then, I lowered myself onto Ben’s lovely cock, straddling him.
We both put on a great show for the guy, constantly looking straight at him while he carried on stroking his cock and pointing his mobile towards us.
The guy moaned very loudly as he brought himself off, and we watched him wander away. Then we just carried on with a truly wonderful and satisfying fuck. Phew!
Ben’s holidays with us are usually a mixture of sightseeing, meals out, and sex at home. This time, however, it was almost full-on sex. The weather wasn’t great anyway, which discouraged us from going out.
Basically, we just couldn’t leave each other alone. Most mornings, a few times in the afternoon, and every single night of his stay, we got it together.
Gary joined in just one time, but he was quite happy to listen to us. Well, we were very noisy! Two afternoons and one morning, he came and watched too.
He also watched with Ben while I tried on all the new lingerie that Ben had brought for me, giving marks out of ten for how sexy he thought they were.
One red and black set with a peephole bra and crotchless panties got twelve out of ten from Gary, and I happened to be wearing it again when he was watching us on the settee and the lounge floor one afternoon.
The week was over far too quickly, but Ben promised that he would try and get back sometime this summer.
Checking my mail when I got home from dropping him at the airport, I couldn’t believe how many offers and opportunities were coming my way.
Ufuk and Ugras wanted to see me, but it wasn’t clear what for, Bulent, Emre and Adil all wanted a piece of action, Ozlem told me she was coming to holiday here from Ankara in June, Yvonne was planning another week with me here, and Mike was telling me that Steve, my porn star partner, wanted to see me again and that the two of them had exciting plans.
Gary didn’t need much updating on what had happened between Ben and me, but I was quick to show him what was to come in the future if I played m cards right.
“That’s wonderful, Jill, and I hope you can find time to keep them all happy,” Gary told me. “But you know what, I actually get much more turned on by the thought of you with a complete stranger than I do with people you already know,” he continued.
So, to me, it seemed like a numbers thing with hubby now. He was still keeping his journal on my sexual activities, and would certainly know exactly how many men (and ladies) I had performed with. He’d told me when I’d reached a hundred guys, and I knew that there had been quite a few more since then.
And now he was telling me that he wanted me to go and find some more.
I didn’t get angry, and I was very non-committal, but as it happened, I kept him happy a few days later without planning anything.
We needed some more plants for our garden, so I went to a garden centre in Fethiye to have a look. I was wearing a white blouse and denim slacks.
I chose quite a few bedding plants and some roses. There was a lot to get in the boot of my little red Peugeot, so the rose bushes had to go in the back seat.
As I reached over the seat with one of the bushes, some thorns caught my blouse, and as I stepped back, my blouse ripped, and I also got some scratches on my tummy.
I couldn’t believe it. My blouse was ripped completely open, exposing my bra to all and sundry.
My cries of pain alerted some passers-by, and one guy, in particular, seemed very alarmed. He took his jacket off to cover my embarrassment.
He asked if he could check the scratches, ran off, and appeared only seconds later with some ointment.
Everyone else disappeared, and he asked if I was OK. He was English, so more than likely on holiday. He suggested that we go and have a hot drink with some brandy in it.
I wasn’t that shocked or injured, but he was being very caring, so I pointed to a place across the road where we could sit and have a drink.
Gratitude poured out of me. I was still wearing his jacket with the ripped blouse underneath, and he insisted on paying for the drinks, which included a large brandy for me.
We got chatting. His name was Jeff, and yes, he was on holiday with two friends. It was his first visit to Turkey and he was a vet from Northampton.
I felt I had to repay him, so I bought another round, which meant another large brandy for me.
He had a hire car parked nearly next to mine, and both of us ended up slightly tipsy and not fit to drive.
Jeff suggested that we got a taxi back to his holiday home, and then come back for the cars later. I agreed.
As soon as we were in his apartment, he removed his jacket so that he could take another look at the scratches.
He took a good look, and then went off to find some more ointment. He squeezed the tube onto his fingers and then rubbed it gently into my wounds.
His hands were quite cool and it made me shudder. There was nothing sensual about it. It was just a medical professional doing his job.
We chatted for a couple of hours. I found out that he was married with no children
Jeff was a perfect gentleman and found a t-shirt for me to wear so that I was no longer exposing my bra. It was way too big for me but it did the job.
The two friends that he had come on holiday with had gone off on a hike and wouldn’t be back for two days. Jeff had originally planned to go with them but had a knee injury, so he stayed behind.
I didn’t tell him anything about my naughty sex life. It didn’t seem appropriate because he was just being caring and friendly.
After two hours of chatting and coffee, we decided that we were OK to drive again, so Jeff booked a taxi to take us back to where our cars were parked.
I was quick to pay the taxi fare. After all, it was all my fault. However, Jeff was not best pleased.
He tried to give me the money, but I wouldn’t take it.
“OK, you win for now,” Jeff said, “but I am going to treat you to a meal to get my own back,” he continued.
I was stunned and couldn’t think of a reply.
“Same time, same place tomorrow evening,” he added.
It was more of a statement than a question, but he had been so kind to me.
“See you tomorrow then,” I eventually replied, smiling, “and I’ll bring your shirt back washed and ironed! Thank you so much again.”
So, I had a date, but I really didn’t think it was any more than just a gentleman being really friendly. But just in case, I put a pretty sexy set of black undies on, hold-ups, and a fairly respectable blue dress, a few inches above the knee.
Jeff was there waiting, and he took me to a steak house not far away that I didn’t know about.
We had a lovely meal, just one glass of wine each because of the driving, and once again, he was a perfect gentleman. No touching, no hint of anything sexual.
We talked more about animals than anything else with Jeff being a vet, and he was interested in my support of a charity here that raises money for street animals.
I told him that I donated to them regularly, but I couldn’t tell him that most of the money came from my stripteases and gangbangs.
He asked a lot about the charity and what it did, and he asked me how he could donate himself. What a lovely guy! I gave him the PayPal details straightaway.
Then, as we were leaving the restaurant, he asked if he could check my scratches again. At his place. The smile on his face as he asked was the first sign that maybe there was something in store.
No blouse this time, so I had to take off my dress for him to examine the scratches, which were actually healing very well.
When he saw me in my underwear, he was quiet for a moment. I think it took him off guard.
But he remained calm and looked at my scratches.
“Mmmm, very good Jill, you don’t need any more ointment,” he told me.
Then, there was another “Mmmm”. “You are so lovely,” he told me.
“Thank you, Jeff,” I said as I sat down on his settee. I made no effort to put my dress back on, which I suppose is what I really should have done.
He sat down next to me. For what seemed like an age we sat there face to face. There were no words. I wanted to unzip his fly and get his cock out, but I still had to play the part of an ordinary married lady.
We both leaned forward a little, and our lips touched. Just a slight touch, and then Jeff moved away as if he was expecting a slap or a reprimand.
He moved forward again, and this time it was a real kiss. Passionate, tongue flicking and very, very long. I put my hand around the back of his head and pulled him hard towards me to let him know that I didn’t want it to stop.
I wanted to make the first move to go a bit further but still controlled myself, and soon his hands were forcing their way inside my bra. His touch was light and felt really good, bringing my nipples to a very quick and hard erection.
His only words were “Oh! Jill,” but he was getting more into it now and pulled me so that I was lying flat on my back on his settee.
I felt it was safe now to stop acting the demure housewife part, and I unclipped my bra, threw it onto the floor and reached up and rubbed his crotch.
He was very quick at getting his kit off and I didn’t have to wait too long to feel his tongue on my nipples and his fingers inside my panties.
Jeff teased me down for a while before starting to pull my panties down. I lifted my bum a little to help him. He climbed on top of me and fucked me.
There had been no oral stuff for either of us yet, but I still felt myself heading for a cum as he thrust powerfully inside me, increasing pace all the time.
I felt Jeff cum and that made me reach my climax too. It was a wonderful fuck.
We started chatting again when we had recovered and Jeff was saying silly stuff about us both being married and it really shouldn’t have happened, and I told him that it was just meant to be and that there was no harm done because neither of our partners would know a thing about it.
That was a big lie, but I really couldn’t tell him all about Gary’s cuckolding.
He thought about my words silently for short time and then got up, grabbed me by the hand and lead me upstairs to his bedroom.
Once in there we really went for it. His cock was uncircumcised and I really enjoyed making it big again with my lips and tongue, watching spellbound as his bellend forced its way through his foreskin.
He didn’t hold back and went down on me. No hesitation this time as his fingers forced their way inside me whilst his tongue found my clit.
It was a wonderful thirty minutes or so of animal sex. We changed positions many times, but my favourite with him was straddling him with my back towards him and leaning back as far as I could. I could see us both in a full-length mirror from that position, and I had my best cum watching us.
I could easily have stopped the night with him and had some more, but it wasn’t offered.
But we did have a bit more fun showering together before I got ready to go home.
We didn’t exchange phone numbers or anything. We both knew that it was just a “one-off”.
Gary was over the moon when I told him everything, and of course, we ended up re-living every moment in our marital bed.
I was also very pleased with myself. I think I had acted the part well, and I’d pulled a lovely guy and had great sex.