There were so many opportunities on the horizon for me, and I really didn’t know if I could get them all in. But I was certainly going to have a try.
The first to contact me was Adil, the photographer. He had taken many candid shots of me and had told Gary that he was trying to find a modelling job for me. He turned up at our villa one morning excited because he had found something for me.
Adil showed hubby and me the messages he had received from a contact in Istanbul.
Apparently, this contact made MILF videos and was interested in paying me for appearing in porn action. If I was interested, I was to make an appointment and talk about it.
The thought of performing with studs was very appealing, both for myself and for my hubby, but we realized that we had to be sensible. After all, these videos are watched by thousands of people. Any risk of me being seen by my family or friends in a porn film was not worth taking. We had already put our trust in Mike not going public with his stuff and that was as far as we were prepared to go.
Adil was disappointed when we told him and tried to change our minds by telling us how much money I could earn, but the money was never the important thing for us anyway.
“I do what I do for the pleasure I get out of it, and to a lesser extent, to please Gary,” I told Adil
He didn’t give up, however, telling us that when I’d done it once, there would be loads of offers if I was good.
Gary chipped in, “well you should know just how good she is by now Adil.”
“Exactly,” he replied, “that’s why I could see it being a real moneyspinner for you.”
Gary told him that the answer was still “no”, but that we would talk more about it between ourselves later.
Thinking about porn films, studs, and performing in front of cameras, etc. had made me very randy, and with a glint in my eye, I asked Adil if he was doing anything later.
“Ah Jill, I’m afraid I’m busy this evening, but I’ve got nothing planned for the next couple of hours,” he said.
My hair was a mess, I had no make-up on at all and I was dressed in scruffy jeans and an old, out of shape t-shirt.
I smiled at Gary and asked him to get Adil a drink while I got myself ready, then dashed upstairs, washed my hair, dried it, styled it, did my make-up, dressed in some sexy undies, put a see-through pink negligee over the top, and went halfway downstairs, and told Adil I was ready!
What a bloody tart I can be when I want! But Adil is handsome and strong, and I already knew how good he was between the sheets, so what the heck!
He had said that he had a couple of hours, but we were actually fucking, sucking, and exchanging bodily fluids for three hours in our marital bed with Gary listening in the spare bedroom.
The suspenders and stockings that I had put on so hurriedly stayed on all the time too. But the negligee, bra and panties lasted about thirty seconds.
It was a brilliant session, and I was completely exhausted by the time we finished.
We showered together and Adil got dressed and made his way home, leaving a parting shot of “think seriously about it Jill – you are one fantastic fuck and you would have some real hunks if you just give it a try.”
Wow! A great compliment, and something to consider for sure.
Gary and I did discuss it later, and we stuck to our original decision. Head over heart for both of us.
I was intrigued by the message I had received from Ufuk and Ugras, so the next day I phoned Ufuk and arranged to meet both of them. Disappointingly, it was not at their mansion, but at a service station about halfway along the main road.
Gosh, they looked so different when I turned up there, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was sadness in their eyes and they were dressed quite scruffily.
Apparently, Patron Muzzy from the Turkish mafia had found out about the gangbangs, and Ufuk had been sacked from what must have been a very good job.
This meant that they were desperately trying to sell their mansion and were having a very hard time. It had all happened during lockdown when they had been with their family in Istanbul, and now they were trying to pick up the pieces.
They couldn’t really make any plans about their future until their mansion was sold, but Ufuk told me that he wanted to arrange more of what we had been doing. He no longer had Muzzy as a boss, and he wanted to upset him some more by carrying on.
And Ugras also wanted to carry on her affair with me, not for the same reason though. She just told me that she couldn’t go on not seeing me at all. Wow!
I hugged them both. We arranged to keep in touch while they sorted themselves out, and I told them that I was more than happy to carry on both the affair and the gangbangs as soon as they could.
Gary was more than a little concerned that Patron Muzzy might try and make things difficult for us because I had been instrumental in the sackings of both Ufuk and Bulent, but we hadn’t heard from him for a long time.
I think his desire to take me on a cruise and own me completely for a while must have been extinguished. I was more than a little concerned about his “owning me completely” to be honest, so I did hope that I wouldn’t hear from him anymore.
Thinking about what Ugras had said to me had made me very randy. I needed some action on my bi side. My mind was working overtime thinking about all the fun I’d experienced that way, and I took myself off to bed and used my favourite toy while thinking about Ugras.
Well, it started off with Ugras, but my mind wandered from lady to lady as I played with myself. Yvonne, Hazel, Vanessa, and Ozlem all came to mind. Even Mary and the waitress Emine. When I reached my cum, it was actually reliving the time in the hotel with Emine that was on my mind. Unfortunately, I had lost contact with her. But, they were all very powerful thoughts and I wanted more bi fun.
I could have phoned Hazel, but for some reason, I thought it would be good to find someone new. Maybe a really experienced lesbian who could teach me more than I knew.
That night after Gary had gone to bed, I went online. I knew where to look and what I wanted.
Conversations started and finished with three different ladies, but I didn’t hit it off with any of them, but just as I was about to switch off and go to bed myself, I found Vicky.
She was forty-something, lived about half an hour away, looked very pleasing on camera, and seemed like really good fun.
No arrangements were made that night, but we did tell each other that we should talk again the next night. I couldn’t wait. It was all very exciting.
Knowing that we would be talking on camera, I played it as though I was going on a date, did my hair, full make-up, and of course a fairly low cut top with no bra.
Vicky was already online. We went straight to a chat room. She was in a black nightie. Not see-through, but very revealing nevertheless. I felt overdressed!
The small talk didn’t last long and we quickly got into some very outrageous stuff about what we thought of each other.
Cutting a long story short, we both ended up topless quickly. It didn’t go any further even though I would have been prepared to go to a mutual playing with ourselves session if she had suggested it.
In the end, it was I who suggested that we meet up.
She agreed. The next night, at 8 pm, at a bar which I knew near where she lived.
Vicky was quite voluptuous. She was small, but with a rounded figure and big boobs. She had short light brown hair, brown eyes and an accent that gave away that she was from the northeast of England. She had some large tattoos on one arm, but she still looked more feminine than butch.
The conversation was easy with each other, but neither of us got too personal about relationships etc, After all, we had found each other on a site that made it pretty obvious what we were both looking for.
We hadn’t even finished our first drink when Vicky suggested we go back to her apartment. It was just five minutes walk away, but I took her in my little car anyway.
I was wearing a peach coloured blouse and a pleated black skirt a few inches above the knee, which rode up a little as I got in my car.
It was such a short journey, but nevertheless, there was time for her to feel the lacey tops of my hold-ups while I was driving. Promising!
Her apartment was very cluttered but clean and tidy.
Vicky led me straight through to her bedroom. There was no need for idle chat. We both knew what we wanted and we got straight down to it.
She was wearing a loose-fitting black dress which I unzipped for her and then helped her take it off over her head.
As I started to undo my blouse, she looked straight at me and unclipped her bra. Wow, they were sensationally big boobs, far bigger than they had looked on my PC the night before.
I stripped myself completely apart from my hold-ups, and Vicky continued to look straight at me while she removed her black panties, revealing a pussy that was shaved to perfection.
Vicky’s tummy was quite large, as were her hips, thighs and bum, but it all went together quite well.
Our first kiss was on the bed. It was good. Her tongue was darting about inside my mouth and made me very excited immediately.
Simultaneously, we started fingering each other whilst still enjoying the tongue action.
Vicky was very quickly making little murmuring noises, so I must have found the right spot with my fingers, and it was she who moved us into the sixty-nine position.
She was very impatient, and also a lot stronger than me, so I had to accept whatever position she wanted. But that was OK. Her tongue was fantastic on my clit, and now Vicky wasn’t the only one making noises.
Vicky’s cum came first. It didn’t feel like a big cum, but it tasted good, and she carried on, bringing me to my orgasm a couple of minutes later. It was good.
We came down from the high and chatted a little lying next to each other on the bed. We didn’t talk about the sex or compliment each other on our looks. There was none of the usual stuff at all.
She lent over away from me and opened her bedside cabinet, lifting out a purple double ended dildo.
Now this was something new to me, but again she didn’t talk to me, just took control of everything so that we were soon riding it together. It must have been about ten inches long, but she knew how to use it, and our crotches were actually rubbing together as we rode the dildo.
At last, I managed to get my mouth around one of her nipples and sucked as much of her big tit into it as I could. I wanted her to suck on my tits at the same time, but that obviously wasn’t on her agenda.
That first dildo obviously wasn’t doing it for her, although I was getting quite close to another cum.
She removed it from both of us, and then reached for something else from her bedside cabinet.
It was a strange toy. It was the shape of an aubergine, and not far off the same colour too. She handed it to me. It was an unusual texture and sort of moulded into your grip.
Vicky lay down on her back and told me to get her with it, opening her legs wide. I did as I was told.
I pushed the toy as far up as I could and moved my fingers about while I did so.
She really liked what that was doing for her, so I just carried on moving it about a little, my fingers pressing into the toy and making her squeal with delight.
I brought her to a cum very quickly, but she was still in full control, and pushed me down on my back and started to repay the compliment.
Rapidly, I realized why she had cum so soon. It was a feeling like no other. It didn’t vibrate or anything, but it felt fantastic. Vicky was obviously very practised in using it too.
I had a real gushing cum. Too quickly really, and I wanted her to carry on with it.
But she pulled it out of my soaking wet pussy, and left me lying there, panting, while she rummaged in her drawer for something else.
This time she came up with another double-ended dildo. A glass one.
I couldn’t resist making a joke about glass blowing, telling her that whoever shaped it must be great at blow jobs.
She didn’t laugh but just told me that the thought of having a man’s cock in her mouth made her feel sick.
Anyway, she knew exactly what to do with it. I thought that we would have to be really careful with it, but we rode it together quite forcibly.
Another new experience for me, and once again, it was doing the trick for both of us. This time, I did get her to suck on my nipples as I tried to get as much of her tit in my mouth as I could.
I came again as she rode me really fast. Vicky still wasn’t quite there, so I released myself and got my hand on one end as I worked it up and down inside her.
Then I went down on her and finding her clit with my tongue, I brought her to a very noisy cum.
We lay there on her bed together getting our breaths back.
Vicky sat up first, started picking up the toys, and said “Thank you, Jill.” Then she started to get dressed.
I wasn’t offered a shower, and we said nothing to each other as I also put my clothes back on.
What a strange atmosphere.
Just before I left to go home, she spoke for the first time in a long time. “You shouldn’t have mentioned blow jobs,” she said, ” it put me off for a while. I think men are gruesome and their dicks smell.”
I didn’t reply and kept my thoughts to myself.
Closing her door behind me and walking to my car, I was thinking how strange it had all been.
We’d both had some great cums together, but I didn’t like her at all, and I’m sure she didn’t like me either.
We certainly wouldn’t be seeing each other again, but I told myself that I had to go online when I got home and find a good sex toy site – I needed to increase my range somewhat.
Gary was still asleep when I got home, but as I got into bed with him he was suddenly wide awake and wanted to know if I had been lucky.
I just said “well, yes and no really,” and left it at that. I told him everything the next morning.
That night, I was out having some more fun. In the afternoon, I had a message from Bulent saying that he needed to see me again.
Not much of a decision for me to make on that one!
But I replied to his message asking if it was business or pleasure, and I got a one-word reply – both.
So, after a quick bite to eat, I got myself ready, trying to remember which undies and clothes Bulent hadn’t seen me in.
It was still quite cool in the evenings, so I chose a cream dress with a flowery pattern and wore a pale blue cardigan over the top. The dress was unusually very respectable, just two or three inches above the knee.
The underwear however wasn’t. I wore a beige set. The bra was a peephole, the panties were crotchless, and I wore matching suspenders with barely black stockings.
I met Bulent at a bar. He bought me a drink and we sat inside at a corner table.
He looked so much better than the last time I’d seen him. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but a smart pair of tan slacks with a maroon sweatshirt. And he was clean-shaven again. Eye candy, without a doubt.
Business came first. He had found an office to rent, and he wanted me to advise him what services British ex-pats required. He knew about most of them, but he hadn’t realized that help was needed for most to acquire a Turkish driving licence, or that many needed help to set up health insurance.
I told Bulent that I believed he could make a good living doing what he planned. He would have competition from a couple of people who had been doing the same sort of thing for years.
But he oozed charm and good looks and all he really needed to do was advertise and do his job well. Everything after that comes from recommendations.
The business side of things was completed. Bulent thanked me, paid the bill, and escorted me just around the corner to a small hotel.
He still hadn’t found a place to live, so the hotel was his home. It wasn’t really a tourist hotel and was much more for business people, but his room was quite large and reasonably well furnished.
Bulent is an excellent and very patient lover and I couldn’t wait to feel his hands and lips all over me, so I quickly unzipped my dress and lifted it carefully over my head.
My nipples and pussy were there for him to see and he moved towards me, took me in his arms and buried his tongue in my mouth.
I felt his hands on my buttocks pulling me against him as forcibly as he could, and I could feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach even though he was still fully dressed.
The embrace and the tongue flicking lasted for what seemed like ages, but at last, we pulled apart and I watched as he hurriedly got naked.
I made my way to the bed and lay down dressed as I was. His fingers found the split in my crotchless panties and I felt his tongue on both my nipples as they shamelessly peeked through my flimsy bra.
I must admit, I expected to feel his tongue next on my pussy, but he seemed very turned on and impatient and he removed his fingers and replaced them with his lovely cock.
Then my wonderful hunk of a man decided to edge me, time after time after time. He was so fucking good. I kept wondering if this was going to be the time that he kept going.
I wanted to cum so much, but he was very controlled and kept me on the brink again and again. Was he ever going to go through with it, or would I be desperately waiting all evening?
A few guys I have been with have tried edging, but I have never had one as good as this one. Relentlessly, he would stop just as I was about to get there.
We never changed position, he just carried on fucking me through my crotchless panties in the missionary position, fucking me slowly, fucking me hard and fast, but always stopping at that moment.
When I eventually got there, it was incredible. What a cum! I still don’t know whether he misjudged that particular one or whether he decided it was the right time. But wow! Just fucking wow!
He’d cum inside me at the same time. We were both completely spent. I hadn’t given him a blow job and I hadn’t had the pleasure of his tongue on my clit, but it was all over.
Bulent asked me to stay the night with him, but I couldn’t because I had a hospital appointment early the next morning and I could hardly go dressed in that underwear.
But I think we both knew that it wouldn’t be long before we were enjoying each other’s bodies again. And the bonus was that he would now be living so much nearer to me.
When I got home, I told Gary most of what went on. But I found that I couldn’t tell him just how fantastic the fuck had been. No other guy ever had made me cum like that, not even my Gary, and I was going to keep that bit to myself.
The next two days were spent at home recharging my batteries. That fantastic orgasm seemed to have drained me of energy,
Another spell of cold weather came along. March is usually fairly mild, but winter was dragging its feet this year.
Gary appeared in the morning and announced that we had nearly run out of logs for the fire. He had a glint in his eye and a smile on his face, and I knew instantly that he was planning a phone call to Emre the log man.
I didn’t say a word and just smiled back at him.
That evening it was already dark when Emre’s wagon pulled up outside our back gate. He had an assistant with him and they unloaded the logs very quickly, then they both came to our back door so that Gary could pay them.
Logs, of course, are usually very dirty, and Gary looked the guys up and down and casually said “you’re both welcome to have a shower if you want.”
I had to admit that I had hoped that I might get another bit of action with Emre, but the thought of two guys hadn’t been on my mind.
But knowing Gary, I am sure that it was part of his plan.
We were quiet while Emre and his friend disappeared upstairs for a cleanup, but Gary broke the silence with “what do you think, Jill?”
“I think you are a devious conniving bastard sometimes,” I replied.
That actually upset him a little, and he disappeared outside, presumably to tidy up the logs.
The idea of another session with Emre had been attractive since the conversation in the morning. The other guy wasn’t particularly my cup of tea, but I couldn’t see how I could have Emre on his own.
So basically, I thought “what the hell” and just let things take their course.
Ayhan was very tall and skinny, but he looked better after his shower and was in a great hurry to relieve me of my bra and panties.
By the time hubby came back indoors, I was naked on the living room rug and being well and truly fucked by Ayhan (the assistant) while Emre’s lovely cock was fucking my mouth.
Emre was more patient, and he had time to be because Ayhan had cum all over my belly, and walked away to sit on an armchair and watch, along with my hubby, of course.
Leant over the side of the settee, Emre took me from behind, first of all, teasing my bumhole a little with the tip of his cock before slowly pushing it all the way up my pussy.
Next, I was riding him on the floor. We were undoubtedly putting on a show for Gary and Ayhan now, and I made a point of looking them both eye to eye as my pleasure increased.
Emre moved us both a little closer to where Gary and Ayhan were seated so that they both had an even better view, and I was able to run my hands along their bare legs whilst Emre was still banging away.
I couldn’t reach high enough to get at their cocks, but I didn’t have to, as the next thing I saw was them wanking each other while watching us.
My cum came very quickly after that, but Emre didn’t stop until he had shot his load right up me. I didn’t cum again but I was quite close and making a lot of noise.
That did the trick for Ayhan again, Gary bringing him off with his hand, his cum hitting his lower belly and thigh.
We all cleaned up after that, and Emre and Ayhan took their leave. I actually thanked Gary for fixing it all up. He may be a conniving bastard, but I had loved every minute of it.
Friday evenings recently had become exciting and had become a regular threesome night with Hazel, Gary and me. This time, however, it was a lot different, and at my request, had become a foursome with my Turkish toyboy Ray making up the numbers.
With all that had happened, I couldn’t believe that I was game for some more, but I certainly was. I felt randy all afternoon and evening but had to wait until quite late.
But was it worth the wait? You bet it was! All four of us stayed in the same room all night.
I was an insatiable little tart. I couldn’t get enough, and it seemed to rub off on Hazel too. Ray had brought a camera with him, and Hazel and I posed for him shamelessly, attacking Gary’s cock together with our tongues, then licking each other out, smiling at the camera at every opportunity.
I took the camera off Ray so that I could film him fucking Hazel next. My randy toyboy was fucking my best girlie friend and I was loving the sight. Then I got a great shot of Hazel with Ray’s cum all over her face and hair after she finished him off with a blow job.
Next, I found myself filming my hubby fucking Hazel. He took her from behind, leaning over the side of our bed. Hazel looked at me over both shoulders, a glint in her eye, panting a little as Gary’s cock pounded her faster and faster.
I wanted a piece of the action, so I put the camera down and walked around to the other side of the bed and snogged Hazel as she approached her cum.
Gary came first though, so it was left to me to bring Hazel to her climax, fingering her where my hubby’s cock had just been with our tongues flicking and our tits pressed hard against each other.
In a rare moment when all the action stopped, I went downstairs to fix us all a drink. I had just about finished when Ray appeared, strolling into the kitchen with a big hard-on.
The drinks were pushed to one side as Ray pulled me over to the breakfast bar. Now it was my turn to be taken from the rear.
My pussy was absolutely soaking from all the attention, and Ray slipped out a couple of times, so I led him to the rug in front of the fireplace, where he fucked me hard and fast until he came, and then went down on me to lick me out. Sheer heaven.
As I came down from another lovely cum, I reflected that I had been shagged by three different guys on that rug in less than twenty-four hours. And they had all been wonderful.
When we were on our own in the morning, Gary and I chatted for a long time. We were both completely OK with all that had happened.
Gary was very explicit about the time he had spent with Hazel while Ray and I had been together, and, of course, I had to tell him everything about what we had got up to.
I wasn’t at all jealous, which continues to surprise me. And Gary, as usual, was turned on to the extreme by my descriptions.
Unusually though, it didn’t lead to any marital bliss, and by the afternoon, I was feeling really randy again, thinking of all that happened in a very short time, and how lucky I was.
I wanted some more, and I had nothing in prospect for a Saturday night.
Without saying a word to Gary, I started planning a visit to one of the clubs in Fethiye. The holiday season was just beginning, which meant that the clubs should be busy.
As I got myself ready, I couldn’t believe how I felt. It was a mixture of confidence, excitement, and ambition. I wanted to experience fun with a stranger, and I was determined that I was going to find it.
While I was getting myself ready, Gary appeared in the bedroom.
“Oh!, so have you got yourself a date tonight then, Jill?” he asked.
“No Gary, I just fancy going out and proving to myself that I can still pull,” I replied. “It’s not a problem, is it?”
“Not at all, go for it – looking like you do, I don’t think you can fail,” Gary told me.
I was just finishing my make-up, sitting at my dressing table with just my underwear on. The pale pink set of bra and panties were very revealing, and I had chosen a tan pair of hold-ups with lacy trim.
It was a lovely compliment from my hubby, and part of me wanted to pull him onto the bed and let him seduce me. But I didn’t want my hair and make-up to get spoilt, so I resisted the temptation.
“Actually, I did have some fun lined up for you for later on Jill, but it can wait,” Gary told me.
He went on to say, that if by any chance I didn’t get lucky, I could phone him and something could still be arranged.
He wouldn’t tell me more details, and it was very intriguing.
The dress that I chose was a little black number. It was just long enough to cover the lacy trim of my hold-ups, but probably not if I was seated. And it was easy to access, being zip fronted all the way down.
When Gary saw that I had selected a black pair of stilettos, he told me that he would drop me into town as there was no way I could drive safely in them.
“You can phone me if you need picking up, or just get a taxi,” he added
His conversation on the way made me even randier. He was saying things like “I wonder who will be pulling that zip all the way down tonight,” and “I hope his hotel room is not too far away.”
The club was already quite busy when I arrived, but I found a stool by a round table quite close to the bar and ordered a vodka and coke.
Although nothing happened for what seemed like ages, my confidence didn’t wane. The place was full of “singles” of both sexes, and there were some very tasty looking prospects.
Then, bingo! A guy asked if he could have the stool next to me and quickly introduced himself. His name was Randy and he was from Bristol, and yes, he was on holiday but owned an apartment which he rented out most of the year.
He was a black guy, probably in his forties, and he had an educated accent that reminded me of the actor who played the black student in “Rising Damp”.
Neither of us beat about the bush. He bought me a drink and ran his hand up and down my leg while we chatted. He asked if I was married, and I told him that I was and that we had an “open marriage”.
I had pulled. Hook line and sinker in about twenty minutes. We didn’t have another drink, and were quickly in a taxi so that he could “show me his apartment”.
It was stunning! Six floors up with a sea view, and as I stood in his lounge looking at the view, Randy became the one who unzipped that easy access dress all the way down. His curtains weren’t drawn, but I didn’t care that I could probably be seen in my undies from other windows, and in any case, I was quickly taken through to his bedroom, where for the first time I felt the strength of his powerful tongue as we started exploring each other’s bodies.
Randy stripped me of everything but my hold-ups and quickly got all of his clothes off. He had gone commando, so he was naked very quickly.
He was quite a catch! Not a hair on his chest or anywhere else, and well-toned body. Not a six-pack, but hardly any excess around his waist.
And his cock – well let’s just say it certainly wasn’t a disappointment. I knew that it would make me gag when I went down on him, but it didn’t stop me.
Randy was loving all the attention I gave to his manhood, and he returned the compliment. His tongue was long and powerful, and he found my clitoris straightaway.
I was in heaven, very close to a cum. But he wanted to fuck me, so he stopped the oral action and told me quietly but firmly what he was going to me.
The only negative was that he insisted on using a condom. I suppose I couldn’t blame him. I had hardly played hard to get and had already told him that I had an open marriage.
But I did really want to feel his cock inside me without protection.
I didn’t get my wish. He fucked me twice, and I came both times. It was lovely without being one of the most memorable fucks.
It was, however, good enough for us to exchange contact details – after all, he was going to be a regular visitor to his apartment and it was only half an hour away from our villa.
We said our goodbyes after I called a taxi to take me home. It was only a few minutes past 10 o’clock, and as soon as the taxi was mobile, I phoned Gary.
I told him that I was on my way and that if he could still arrange whatever he had lined up for me, I was OK with that.
OMG, I was rampant. I had pulled, and enjoyed two nice cums and yet was still looking for more. My panties were soaking just thinking about everything and I hoped that I would have time to shower and change before my next adventure, whatever it was.
When I arrived home, I quickly found that I had instructions from Gary as to what I had to wear. And surprisingly, it wasn’t anything particularly sexy.
Apparently, I had lots of time to shower and get myself ready, but I was to wear a black underwear set that included a suspender belt, stockings and black leather boots. The dress I had to wear was a navy one, just above the knee. A respectable one for me, and far too warm for the time of year.
When I was nearly ready, Gary explained what was happening. While playing in a tennis tournament earlier in the week, Gary had met another tennis coach called Warren. He was English but based in Germany.
Over a drink or two, Warren had told Gary how he was missing regular sex whilst being away from his surroundings.
Gary had shown him a photo of me that he had in his wallet, explained our “sexual arrangements”, and Warren had taken the bait.
But he had told Gary that he wanted me to be exactly as I was in the photo he had shown him, hence the instructions regarding the dress.
I asked Gary what Warren was like, and he simply told me that I would not be disappointed.
I was excited, and Gary got us both a drink as we waited. If things went as planned, I was going to have two new lovers on the same night, and I have to admit, the prospect was already making me very wet.
Gary took a photo of me while we waited. “You can use that for your story if it’s worth writing about,” he said. So that’s the cover photo.
When he arrived, I certainly was not disappointed. Warren was over six feet tall, black, with a well-trimmed beard and moustache. He was wearing denim jeans and a black sweatshirt that clung to his muscular form.
There weren’t many preliminaries, just a quick drink while we were introduced, and then Gary disappeared off upstairs leaving the two of us together.
We had a long and lovely snog on our settee. Warren smelt delicious and I felt his hands running all over my body while we explored each other’s mouths.
We were both still fully dressed though. I wanted this guy badly, so I whispered “let’s go upstairs,” pulling him up from the settee.
That was the last time that I had any say in what went on though.
Warren was a guy who liked to be in control, and once we were in the bedroom, he pushed me against the wall and reached around my back to find the zip on my dress.
His tongue went really deep into my mouth as he pulled the zip all the way down, and then expertly got his hands on the hem and lifted it over my head.
Next, with his tongue still powerfully probing mine, he expertly undid my bra and flung it to one side. His tongue immediately diverted to my nipples, both of them being sucked deliciously and making them very hard and swollen.
His hands moved down to my bum, and he pulled me hard against him so that I could feel his hard manhood against me, before turning me around and then pushing me down onto our bed.
I was on my back and suddenly enjoying his tongue tracing patterns all over me. My neck, my shoulders, my boobs and my belly button were all treated to that pleasure, and his fingers found their way inside my panties, where he started running them all over my pussy lips.
All that attention was making me breathe erratically and start making some little squeals of delight.
Warren was a talker. He was telling me exactly what he was going to do to me all the time, and also how much I was going to enjoy it all. I didn’t really need telling that!
“Your knickers are coming off next,” he told me, and I felt his hands grab them at the top and swiftly pull them down, right over my boots and onto the floor.
I was at his mercy on my back and with just suspenders stockings and boots on.
Warren forced my legs further apart and announced that he was going to finger fuck me and lick me, That of course stopped him from talking for a while.
He was good, outstanding, but still fully dressed. In between heavy breathing and cursing, I told him that I wanted to suck his cock.
Everything stopped for just moments as he got his kit off, revealing a divine looking toned body, with little curls of black hair all over his chest and tummy, and surrounding his cock and balls.
The commentary stared again. “Now I’m gonna fuck your sweet little mouth, baby,” he told me.
His cock was lovely. Average in length, but with a really wide girth. I had a real job getting my hand around it properly as I guided him in between my lips.
He smelt good down there too. Thank goodness, he returned to my very wet pussy while I ran my tongue all around his bell end. The only noises now were those well-known ones from both of us.
He was bringing me close to a cum, and I moved my hips around frantically trying to get there.
It all stopped very quickly. Warren pulled out of my mouth and stopped the lovely things he was doing to me at the same time.
“It’s time for me to fuck every part of you that I can,” he told me.
Basically, he wanted to fuck anything that gave him the chance. I got a tit fuck, then back in my mouth, then he fucked my armpit (that was a first), then he got his cock against my thigh, fucking me inside my stocking top, (another first).
Wow, he was getting carried away, and I was just loving it all.
Warren was still totally in control, and he moved down to my boots and tried to get his cock inside, just below my knee.
It was too tight and he couldn’t get it in there. But he found the zip, pulled it down just a little, and he was soon thrusting up and down against my stockinged leg. I actually found this bit very exciting for some reason.
I was bracing myself for an entry up my bum. I hadn’t had time to prepare for that eventuality and was more than a little anxious, but it wasn’t on his agenda.
“Your lovely wet pussy is going to feel my cock inside it now,” Warren announced.
There was no condom involved with this guy. He fucked me long and hard, all the time talking. He was complimenting me, telling me how near he was to cumming, and saying he was going to fuck me time and time again.
He was good, and I wanted all of that. He was strong and physical, moving me about to wherever he wanted me.
He loved it when he put my booted legs over his shoulders, and he was so vocal as he finally reached his climax in that position.
I had a wonderful cum whilst his lovely cock had been thrusting inside me, and I took a leaf out of his book and gave him a breathless but noisy commentary as I got there. I’m afraid my vocabulary wasn’t very ladylike.
He left me lying there, breathless but blissfully happy. I didn’t care at all as he got his mobile and took a pic of me lying with my legs still wide apart and with his cum seeping out of my pussy.
Before Warren took his leave, we had some lovely fun in the shower together.
Unfortunately, he was going back to Germany the next day, so there wouldn’t be a chance for a repeat in the near future.
But how could I complain? I had experienced so much pleasure in just over a week. I had been rampant, and I’d loved every single moment.
I hadn’t hurt anybody, and I’d kept hubby and myself very happy.
I hope I can keep it up a little longer!