This is, I think my final true story from the archive of past girlfriends, and one wife, which I have detailed in my life-long diaries.
Part one:
I have kept a diary about such things, since I was with my very first proper girlfriend, June, when I was eighteen years old. Many readers on Lush, have often told me how lucky I have been, to have dated some truly gorgeous girls and women since then, and I am the first to agree with them.
That being said, I have always gone for a certain ‘type’ of female. Small, petite, very slim, and always with small breasts. It is just my preference I guess. Usually, blondes have a certain appeal for me, but to be honest, I am not that particular about hair colour, so long as a girl’s hair is beautiful and she looks after it, along with herself.
The one girl I ended up marrying, was a very dark brunette, but her hair was always immaculate and she had the glossiest black hair I have ever seen.
The one attribute that always lured me in however was sexuality. A wilder darker side to their character, and a willingness to be daring, either sexually or in her style of dress. Luckily for me, all the women in my life to date had oozed these traits in bucket-loads.
Angela and the first girl called Paula, remain at the top of my ‘slut-list’ with a special mention for the lovely, June, whom I met just after we both left high school. If you have not read any of the three stories about June, I suggest you do, as I am most proud of them and they have a special place in my memories.
This story is about Katie, A gorgeous blonde, whom I met using a very early online dating site called ‘U-Date.’ Now long since defunct, but at the time it proved to be a lot of fun.
I was attracted to Katie from the start. She was twenty-nine at the time, though her deceptively young online photo, made me think otherwise.
She was very slim, athletic in build, with pert medium-sized breasts and the most gorgeous ass. She had an amazing long mane of blonde hair, that she styled beautifully every time we met.
Katie’s best features, however, were her incredible deep dark brown eyes and her long-toned legs. She was a regular runner in the evenings she once told me, and it showed. I have always had a weakness for girls with great legs and Katie’s were among the best I have ever seen!
Her style of dress appealed to me as well, she loved to wear anything sexy or flattering, short dresses and skirts, or skin-tight jeans. Always would wear them with high heels, another of my fetishes for a girl you might say. Katie was the tallest girl I had ever dated then, though, at five feet five inches, she was hardly a giant.
Our very first actual meeting was in the city of Bristol, in the west of England. I made the long drive down to see her for a long weekend and she had kindly invited me to stay over, as by this point we had spoken on the phone many times, and it was clear we were attracted to each other.
Upon meeting her that first time, I was smitten, she was far more attractive in person, and did indeed look a lot younger than her age.
I laughed when she told me how often she was asked for I.D. in pubs and clubs, as they refused to believe she was actually twenty-nine.
We got on well right away and those first two days were spent out walking near the harbour together, talking about life and the universe and so on, then enjoying the various restaurants she recommended, finishing off with her favourite pub.
Katie was fascinated with my life when I was with Angela, and she asked many questions about that period. I held nothing back and told her the whole story of course. She was also intrigued about the first Paula, so I told her about the Boxing ring episode and the many times I shared Paula with other guys.
Her own life up to that point had been a few short-term relationships, one of which was with another girl. I asked her all about that and she confessed she had experimented with girls a few times and thought of herself as bi-sexual, though she admitted she preferred men to women.
She asked me more about my life with Angela and also Paula. ‘I have often wondered what it would feel like to have sex with more than one guy at the same time,’ she told me.
‘From my experience, the girls both loved it, Katie,’ I told her, ‘Angela, especially so.’
As we spoke more about this, I could see in her eyes how intrigued she was about this type of sex, and as I divulged some more details, she was biting her bottom lips as she listened to me intently.
‘Is that something you would like to try one day then?’ I asked her.
She looked at me, smiling, then said, ‘Yes, I think I would one day, with the right guys of course.’
Back at her house each night, sexually, we hit it off straight away. The sex was urgent, passionate, and rewarding. Katie had recently ended a relationship with a guy a little older than me called, Stu. They had parted amicably she said, although Stu had tried hard to persuade her not to end it.
In bed, I soon realised Katie was my type of sexual partner, not afraid to experiment or be a little naughty. She was nicely submissive and urged me at times to be more dominant with her, something I had progressed into over the years. I have always believed my early years as a cuckold partner with Angela, helped me to become the way I am now with women.
Right from the first time, Katie made it clear she was not a fan of condoms she told me, but that she was using the birth pill and though we should have- perhaps- taken things more slowly, we were soon fucking bareback without concern from either of us.
Katie loved oral sex, both ways, and her cock-sucking skills were easily on par with Angela or Ukrainian Paula. From my perspective enjoying her beautiful waxed pussy, was a delight in itself, and I found I could make her orgasm with ease when doing so.
On our second night in bed, I gingerly approached the subject of anal sex and was surprised but thrilled to hear she had enjoyed it many times in her past life. it wasn’t long before I had the absolute pleasure of fucking her wonderfully tight ass balls deep, while she bucked and gasped, playing with her clit as I fucked her.
On Saturday, after breakfast, she told me about a party she was invited to at her friend’s house. She said it was a homecoming party as her friend’s sister had returned from a year away in Australia.
She said there was going to be food in the form of a garden barbecue, with drinks provided, but that we should take a bottle or two for the house nevertheless.
Later that day, as we both got ready to go to the party, Katie informed me that Stu was also friends with Della, her close friend and that it was likely he might be there.
‘That won’t be a problem for me as I don’t know him, Katie’ I said.
‘I know it won’t, however, he might act a little weird towards you, once he sees me with you, Mark,’ she replied.
I told her we would play things cool and perhaps avoid any embarrassing moments if he was there.
I continued getting ready in her bathroom, as Katie did her makeup in her bedroom, I could hear her hair-drier running, and no doubt she would be styling her amazing hair with her usual flair.
When ready, I walked into her bedroom and was stopped in my tracks at what I saw. Katie looked stunning!
She was wearing a pink skin-tight mini-skirt, with a beautiful white loose-fitting top that had long delicate sleeves, with a squared neckline. She completed this look with a pair of off-white, high-heeled court shoes, that had a series of sparkly stones along each side.
Her makeup was perfect, as was her gorgeous hair, and with a group of bangles on her left arm, she informed me she was ready.
‘How do I look?’ she asked me.
‘You look stunning, babe,’ I replied, ‘Fucking gorgeous.’
Katie smiled and thanked me, then turned around then said, ‘Notice anything about my skirt?’
I looked closely at her skin-tight pink skirt, then wide-eyed, I said, ‘Are you not wearing any knickers under it?’
She giggled, then said, ‘Of course not, it’s way too tight for knickers, I can’t go out with a visible pantie-line can I.’
Shaking my head, I said, ‘You naughty girl, you.’
Laughing at this, she said, ‘Come on, let’s go and have some fun.’
As we left Katie’s house, I took the above photo of her in her walled garden.
On the way to the party in our Taxi, Katie’s ridiculously short skirt had ridden up high over her thighs. Knowing she had nothing on under it was highly erotic. I couldn’t help noticing the cab driver glancing at her legs in his rearview mirror as he drove us to the party.
If only he knew what I did, I thought at the time.
At the party, the atmosphere was terrific, great people and Katie introduced me to most of them.
As we mingled and danced at the party, I soon became aware of a guy who couldn’t take his eyes off Katie.
‘That’s, Stu,’ she informed me, ‘I had better say hello at least.’
Katie went and said hello to Stu, they hugged and seemed to be friendly. She then introduced me to him, we shook hands and he seemed a pretty decent guy I thought. Stu was somewhat older than me, and I guessed he was in his mid-forties.
He told us his cousin, Greg, was here having flown over from America for a holiday break. Greg was a great guy, full of conversation and we got on straight away.
He was a big guy, around the same age as Stu, I guessed, but tall and broad-shouldered. He told me he played American football for a local team near where he lived.
We all grabbed some food and took our drinks outside to where there was some seating. The conversation was mainly about Greg’s life in America, and I found out he was actually born in England but had lived over there for many years. I liked him straight away, he was fun to be around and had a nice way about him.
All this time, however, I couldn’t help but notice that Stu, couldn’t take his eyes off Katie. She sat there, her long legs crossed, her little pink skirt had ridden high up over her thighs, and she was circling one foot, as she listened to us chatting. The stones on her sexy heels caught the light as she moved her foot around and around.
Later on, we were all dancing inside the house, but this time some people had gone home, and eventually, there were only about ten people left. After more drinks, Katie was dancing on her own, so Stu asked me if he could dance with her.
‘Of course, mate, go for it,’ I replied.
Katie and he danced together, while Greg and I sat drinking and watching them both.
‘She is gorgeous, Mark,’ said Greg, ‘Fabulous legs on her, buddy.’
‘Thanks, Greg, yes she is,’ I replied. I realised I badly needed the toilet then, so I made my excuses to Greg and went to find the bathroom in Della’s house.
Upon returning, I found Katie now dancing closely with both Stu and Greg. They both had their hands around her body, Stu in front and Greg behind her. They were all talking, but due to the volume of the music, I couldn’t hear what was being said.
I picked up my drink and sat back down to watch them dance.
Both guys were getting quite ‘handy’ with Katie, but she seemed to be enjoying the attention, and pretty soon Greg had his hands wandering over Katie’s ass through her tight little pink skirt. Stu began kissing her then, yet she still seemed to be enjoying herself with the two guys.
Not really knowing what to do, I just sat there watching them.
Stu then began to slowly reach down to the hem of her skirt, her hands were on his face as they kissed, as he began sliding her skirt slowly up her thighs. Knowing she was naked underneath it, I stared open-mouthed. Greg meanwhile was helping to slide her skirt higher from behind.
Once her skirt was around her waist, both guys then started to caress her ass and thighs, Stu still kissing her deeply, while she was still half-dancing to the music.
I looked around to see where Della and the rest of her friends were, but I could hear them now all back outside in the garden talking.
I watched with interest as the two guys enjoyed Katie together, her eyes were closed as Stu was now playing with her naked pussy, while Greg caressed her ass from behind.
Then slowly Stu took hold of her white top, and began lifting it up and over her body, she raised her arms to allow him to remove it completely. He then tossed it onto an armchair at the side of the room.
Greg meanwhile had begun to lower her pink skirt, down over her hips, then to the floor, where he tossed it on the same chair where her white top was.
Greg then wasted no time, and unclipped the clasp on the back of her white lace bra, slipping it from her shoulders where he added it to the rest of her clothes on the armchair.
Katie now stood naked between them both, apart from her white high heels. She looked fantastic and I could see they had clearly got her in a very naughty mood by this point.
After kissing her all over again, Stu took her hand, with Greg following and saying to me, ‘Come on, Mark, let’s make her fantasy come true for her tonight.’
I stood up, still reeling in disbelief at what was happening, and followed the three of them upstairs and into the spare bedroom!
