Planning and plotting. That’s how I would describe the next few days.
I had decided to return to see Dennis again first. I could do that and still be back in time for a visit to see Vanessa and for Ben’s holiday with me. Hazel had gone back to the UK to sort something out, so I wouldn’t have been able to see her anyway.
And I was really curious to find out why Dennis had misled me. I didn’t say anything to him about it but just told him that I was coming in three days time as I had to visit my family again too.
With me going away again, it meant that it may be a while before I had a chance of seeing Ray for a while, so, not wanting him to think that I was ignoring him, I messaged him there and then to ask if he could come around to our villa soon.
I sent the message at 2 pm, and by 2.15 pm, I was being ravaged in my marital bed. Gary was missing it all as he was out playing tennis again.
When I explained to him why I wanted to see him, he told me that he could come around again the next day at the same time if that was OK.
OK? Well, I was very busy, but it was more than OK, it was brilliant.
Afternoon delight two days running! And it was a delight too. They were both frantic sessions, particularly the second afternoon when Gary was home and joined in.
Ray is particularly into fucking my bum, so I made sure that I was well prepared for that on both days even though it’s not my favourite thing.
But I got plenty of what I prefer as well and sucking my hubby’s cock whilst straddling Ray was certainly the highlight.
How Ray had managed to get the time off two days running from his councillor’s duties I will never know, but I hoped that he would be able to do it more often.
Ray’s English is very good, but sometimes he phrases things wrongly, and while we were having a cigarette together after our passion, he started talking about lines on my face, and to start off with I didn’t know what he was talking about.
I was mortified when it clicked. Basically, he was saying that my face was beginning to show my age, and I think he was suggesting that I had another “face job”. He knew that I’d had one five years earlier because it was him that recommended the plastic surgeon.
After he had gone, I went to check on myself. I had realized that I was having to use more foundation lately, but it had still come as a bit of a shock.
I stripped off and took a good look at myself in the full-length mirror.
Boobs, well I was very lucky that they still looked as good as they were years ago.
Tummy, perhaps a little excess, but acceptable as long as I kept fit and didn’t let the muscles relax.
Bum and hips – maybe a shade too large in my opinion, but then they always had been.
Legs – undoubtedly still my best asset. No sign of any deterioration or veins, and with a good tan too.
Face. God, he was right. My eyes were still bright and lively, but on either side of my mouth, I was definitely beginning to sag.
I discussed it all with Gary, who said he would pay for another face job if I wanted one, but I told him that there was no way I was going to go through that again. The first one had been painful to the extreme and I had taken a long time to recover.
Thinking about it all before I went to sleep that night, I came to a decision. If nature was going to take its course, I would try and cram as much action in before I became unattractive
The next morning, Dennis phoned me to tell me that he would pick me up at the airport, and when I told him that I needed to hire a car, he said that I could use Angela’s because he had never got around to selling it after her death and he could put me on his insurance easily.
I thanked him. That was a real benefit for me and my new plans.
In a matter of hours, I had fixed up seeing Yvonne, followed by Mike, who agreed to try and arrange another porn filming session with Steve and Gunner, followed by a trip to see Peter, who was still so grateful for my part in getting his cock to function properly again.
There was also something else up my sleeve if things worked out well.
If anyone had inspected my suitcase at either airport, I would have been pretty embarrassed. I had packed the sexiest gear I owned, both underwear and outerwear wise. There were a couple of respectable outfits as well as what I wore for the journey, but everything else was extremely tarty. Well, that was how I intended to behave.
The plane had landed quite early at Gatwick, and my suitcase was one of the first to get to baggage reclaim, but Dennis’s smiling face was still easily found and he was the perfect gentleman, first insisting on helping me with my luggage to his car, and then escorting me to a place nearby where I could have a Covid test.
When that was over he wanted to treat me to a meal before driving back to his place, but I told him that I had eaten on the plane and that I wasn’t hungry.
He just seems to think that it is etiquette to treat me before bedding me, but I was in too much of a hurry for that.
It was less than an hour’s drive to his home in Kent, and once he had closed his front door behind us, a hug led to a kiss and we were soon tongue flicking.
“I’ve missed you so much and I want to fuck you, Jill,” Dennis told me as his hand squeezed my bum.
“Well that’s OK then,” I replied, “because that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Leaving my cases in the hallway, we made our way quickly up to his bedroom.
When he opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was two cameras on either side of his bed with lenses pointing down towards it, and there was also a spotlight close by. They were all on poles suspended from the ceiling.
On the wall opposite his headboard was a really big picture frame with a photo of me smiling in my see-through nightie. I was in his garden walking back towards the back door. I have to say it was a lovely photo, and I did remember it being taken.
Denn just stood there squeezing my bum while I took the whole scene in.
The silence seemed to last for ages, but Denn broke it, telling me that he thought about me all the time, night and day and that he wanted me all to himself.
Well, I wasn’t about to tell him that his wishes were never going to come true on that one because I really wanted him. So I didn’t reply, but just looked him straight in the eyes and rubbed his crotch.
He quickly made things easier for me by undoing his belt and flies, so I knelt down and started giving him a blowjob.
His knob was so very erect and hard as soon as I started running my tongue all around it, and I couldn’t resist reaching up and wanking him at the same time.
He told me that I had a really hot mouth, but seconds later pulled away from my grip and pulled me to my feet, and then with his cock sticking proudly in the air, he walked me over to his bed.
We both got our kit off in a hurry, and soon were rolling all over his duvet cover, desperate to find the right position.
I glanced up towards the cameras and noticed that they were not switched on. I actually wanted them to be working, and Denn must have sensed my disappointment, simply saying, “Later Jill, later. We have plenty of time.”
I believe he was just in too much of a hurry to fuck me, so I accepted what he told me and continued with the blowjob while he moved around into a sixty-nine and started giving me a lovely licking.
His cock felt fantastic in my mouth, and I have to say, it was a lot more rigid than hubby’s is nowadays. About the same size, but definitely harder.
He was bringing me close to a cum with his fingers and his skilful tongue. Impatiently, I told him that I wanted fucking now.
Lying diagonally on his bed with my feet somewhere near the pillows, he entered me in the missionary position.
Denn was rampant. We both just had an urgent need, and we both exploded into a noisy and satisfying cum only moments later.
It was a good job that wasn’t on film. It was all over far too quickly.
We lay together cuddling for a while before Denn got off the bed and said that he was going to fetch my luggage. I asked if I could use his shower and he nodded his approval as he left the room.
That was just the start of a constant two-day fucking session, stopping only to eat, drink and rest.
Most of the time was spent in the bedroom, and yes, the cameras and spotlight were used, but by the time they were I had found some sexy lingerie to wear, and also had time to refresh my make-up and do my hair.
I had told Denn that I would stop just two days with him before I needed to go and visit family, but that I would be able to spend some more time with him before I flew back to Turkey, and he seemed OK with that and put me on his car insurance so that I could use Angela’s car.
The time wasn’t right for me to bring up the lies he had told me on my last visit. That was always planned to happen at the end of my stay.
Of course, I wasn’t really seeing family at any time during this visit, but I did have a lot planned that I had no need to tell Denn about.
I had to be careful with my choice of what to wear. The undies were a nice sexy set of beige and black. I wore hold-ups, but I chose a very conservative knee-length skirt and a maroon jumper, after all, I was supposed to be visiting family.
The car was a fairly new Astra that had hardly been used, and I gave Denn a big hug and kiss when he gave me the keys.
I felt so happy and excited as we said our goodbyes, but tried not to show it.
My first visit would be Yvonne’s place near Cambridge, a fairly long drive from Kent, but the car had sat nav built-in, and I found her lovely cottage a good half hour before I had arranged, but she was on her doorstep almost as soon as I pulled up.
She was in her work clothes, pristine white overalls, button-through at the front. She looked stunning, with immaculate makeup and her shiny black shoulder-length hair moving just a little in the breeze.
Her smile told me that she was pleased to see me, and as soon as she spoke, I was hooked again, that posh accent doing the trick in an instant.
We went to her lounge where she fixed us both a bucks fizz, and we chatted incessantly, catching up on the time since we were last together. She told me that she was still getting regular fun with Dan and that she had even gone out “on the pull” and successfully had a night of passion with a guy she had never seen before. She called it “a Jill-style night.”
Then she started talking about the first time we met when she came over to Mike’s house to give me a massage, manicure and aromatherapy.
“I turned down your advances then because I was working and being paid, and it would have been unethical,” Yvonne started, “but I am not at work now, Jill, so how do you fancy coming through to my salon room?”
Obviously, she had planned things, because she was dressed exactly as she was on that occasion in the white button through overalls and barely black stockings with black high heeled shoes.
With a glint in my eye, I put down my drink, stood up and told her that all sounded wonderful.
She led me through to her very well equipped salon. The massage couch was in the centre of the room.
Yvonne obviously noticed my eyes looking towards it and said, “Well, I can’t give you a massage with all those fucking clothes on, can I?”
We both had a chuckle and I took the hint and stripped down to my panties and hold-ups.
I went to get on the couch, but Yvonne pretended to cough and looked at me like an irritated schoolmistress. She never said a word, but I knew what I had to do.
Our eyes never left each other as I removed both hold-ups and my panties, at which stage, a broad smile came on her face.
The massage was exactly the same as I remembered. I lay on my front to start off with, and her hands did a very professional job using some oil that had a wonderful smell.
Just like the first time, her touch was firm and professional, her hands working their way all over my back and legs, and when she got to my bum, I opened my legs a little and felt the merest touch on my pussy lips. Just like before, I couldn’t say whether it was on purpose or an accident.
When I turned over to lay on my back, I wanted to get at Yvonne straightaway, but she was determined that it should be as she remembered the whole thing and spent at least another five minutes massaging the oil all over me.
Her fingers “accidentally” strayed to my pussy lips again, and from what I remembered it was time for me to make my move.
I sat up and reached for the buttons at the top of her overalls. That was where it had all stopped on our first meeting, but to my delight, there were no words this time as I undid every single button.
She stepped back and freed herself from the overalls, revealing that she had nothing on underneath apart from the hold-ups.
Yvonne quickly rubbed some of the same oil on herself before joining me on the couch, where we very quickly got carried away with each other.
There was no sixty-nine this time, we just fingered each other quite hungrily whilst our tongues played with each other and our boobs pressed together.
Our cums came quickly and noisily, but when we came back down from them, Yvonne suggested that we showered and went to her bedroom because the couch was too small.
In the shower, our hands were all over each other. Just enough to keep each other on the boil I suppose because neither of us could wait any longer to use that big king-sized bed.
She is so beautiful. There’s not a blemish on her perfect body, her hair after she had towelled it dry looked perfect as it hung down unbrushed onto her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled invitingly.
Both of us should maybe have used a hairdryer, but we couldn’t wait, and soon we both felt each others’ damp locks against the tops of our legs as we hungrily licked and fingered each other.
Yvonne smelt wonderful, tasted even better, and we were outrageously adventurous together, only stopping for the occasional cigarette for me, coffees for both of us, and a takeaway delivery of fish and chips for us both.
I had told Yvonne that I had a busy schedule and could only spend one night with her, so we were determined to make the best use of our time together.
And we certainly did. Nearly all the time was spent in her bedroom. She had a useful supply of toys in her bedside cabinet and most of them were used at least once.
I dozed off at one stage after some shattering cums, and I woke up with a huge black vibrator throbbing inside me and a smiling Yvonne tweaking her own nipples with the other hand.
She is a fair bit younger than me, but where she gets her stamina from, God only knows. I think maybe two hours was the longest I slept at any stage.
But I did get my own back somewhere in the middle of the night. I woke up and, finding Yvonne in the land of nod, I managed to get my tongue right on her clit. She moaned in ecstasy and although she wasn’t quite awake, she soon came round fully, calling me a”fucking outrageous tart”, and then, laughing loudly, moved around to a sixty-nine and did the same to me.
It was a fabulous night. Part of me wanted to stay a lot longer, but I had made arrangements.
Over breakfast, Yvonne quizzed me on why I had to go so soon. I told her that I had lots of people to see in a short time.
“Family, I suppose?” she asked.
“Some of them, yes,” I replied
“Oh, so you have some fun lined up too then?” she went on.
“Hopefully, yes I have,” was as honest as I could get.
“Well, I would be very jealous if any of them were female,” she said with half a smile.
“Don’t worry, Yvonne,” I answered, “They all have cocks, and one of them is as black as that toy of yours.”
We both started smiling, and then couldn’t help ourselves going into fits of laughter.
“Fucking dirty, lucky sexy bitch,” said Yvonne, bursting into laughter afterwards. Then she walked towards me, pulled me into a hug, and pushed her lovely tongue inside my lips.
It was a long and passionate, tongue flicking embrace, but when we eventually pulled apart, she told me that she loved me to bits, and then wished me luck and came out her front door with me to wave me goodbye. I noticed tears in her eyes, which immediately made me do the same, and I had to get a tissue out of my handbag before I drove off.
It was only a fifteen-minute drive to Mike’s place, but I detoured to a service station. It was still quite early, and I wanted to change what I was wearing.
I had left Yvonne’s in a sweater and jeans, and I wanted to be in something sexier when I arrived at Mike’s.
There was a denim, zip front mini skirt near the top of my suitcase, so I chose that with a flimsy white pair of crotchless panties, a matching bra, a pair of barely black hold-ups and a lemon long-sleeved blouse. The shoes stayed the same flat pair as I was driving, so they would have to do.
It was cool and rainy so I put my raincoat over everything and went back to the car.
Ten minutes later, I was knocking on Mike’s front door. He was expecting me and greeted me with a lovely long hug.
It was still morning, so I accepted the offer of a cup of coffee. Mike took care of my suitcase and coat, and we sat at his kitchen table making idle chat.
As soon as we had finished our drinks, Mike cleared the mugs away and pulled me to my feet. Then he picked me up and laid me on the table. I didn’t resist.
When he unzipped my mini, it fell invitingly to either side of my hips and revealed my crotchless panties.
Mike’s eyes lit up and in no time at all, he was fucking me on the table, and then up against the worktop.
We had shared each other’s bodies a fair bit before of course, as well as playing with ourselves on the web, but I had never seen Mike in such a hurry. He came very quickly while I was still against the worktop and I felt his cum running down my thighs.
Mike apologised, explaining that we only had what was left of the day and one night together and that he wanted to make the most of it.
Over a cigarette, he told me that he had arranged a filming session for 11 am the next morning. Steve was coming, but Gunner couldn’t make it, so Steve was bringing another friend of his.
Wow, well organised Mike!
But once he had told me that, we got back to making the best use of time. Mike is a wonderful lover, and by now, he knew all of my g-spots.
The strange thing was that through all the positions we tried in three different rooms, my crotchless panties stayed on all the time.
He made a point of fucking me on the bed in his studio, repeatedly telling me that he would be filming me with two guys on the same bed in the morning.
He seemed to get a kick out of telling me that, and it reminded me so much of the way Gary used to be years ago when he was imploring me to fuck other guys while he was fucking me.
I was still tired from my exertions with Yvonne, but Mike is so good and wild in bed that I didn’t want to miss anything that evening.
It was wonderful unabridged sex done just for the sheer joy of it, but eventually, we both dropped off into a deep sleep, and I actually didn’t wake up until nearly 8 am the next morning feeling very refreshed.
Mike was still in the land of nod, but I slung a dressing gown on and went down to the kitchen for a smoke and a cup of coffee.
I heard Mike moving about upstairs so I cooked us both breakfast.
When he appeared he had just put a pair of shorts on and I could see that he had a hard-on.
But I think we both knew that we had to start getting ready for the filming.
We showered together, but again we didn’t get carried away, and while we were drying ourselves, Mike told me the script.
There were no words to learn. I would be pleasuring myself on the bed and the guys were window cleaners. A bit naff maybe, but nice and easy.
Luckily, I had another pair of crotchless panties in my case, and that was all I was going to wear. Mike, however, insisted that I wore a blouse or a jumper because he wanted the guys to take something off me.
So, after I had done my hair and make-up, I chose a bright orange ribbed jumper, no bra, and I also wore a flared black mini skirt which I could haul right up when the guys appeared. The crotchless panties were black too.
I hadn’t packed any toys, but the ever-resourceful Mike found a dildo for me to use. It was flesh coloured and quite realistic.
Time sped by. Mike busied himself with all the equipment, and I went into the garden for a couple of cigarettes. I was nervous but excited. I love performing for the camera, and I already knew that Steve was an expert lover.
When their car pulled up outside, Mike went out to meet them and brought them into the kitchen to meet me.
Steve hadn’t changed a bit and gave me a lovely welcoming hug. His mate was called Wes, another black guy, taller skinnier and older than him, but with a great smile. I just got a quick peck on the cheeks from him.
The formalities didn’t last long, and the two of them were filmed climbing their ladders and peering through bedroom windows.
They came back in and were actually out of shot in the bedroom while Mike took some shots of me masturbating on the bed.
I get turned on enough performing for cameras anyway but having the two guys who were soon going to be fucking me watching from a few feet away was quite something. I couldn’t really look at them though, as when the film was edited, it would appear that I was performing for them while they were at the windows.
Mike appeared in the studio a few minutes later to take some more shots of me while the guys watched.
The dildo was doing a good job. My skirt was pulled right up and I got quite carried away with the flesh coloured toy. It had a little vibrating bud which I managed to position right against my clit.
I went for it on camera and brought myself very quickly to a lovely cum. There was no acting needed, I was loud and noisy and very wet.
Steve and Wes got all their kit off and made their way towards me. My jumper was pulled over my head, but my skirt and panties stayed on to start off with.
There was no script now, just doing what comes naturally with two fit guys.
Wes’s cock was longer than Steve’s, but not as thick. But it was lovely and hard. I gagged a bit when he fucked my mouth, but Steve’s tongue was doing such a good job on my pussy that it didn’t matter at all.
I was treated to over an hour of wonderful sex. The sensations were amazing. I had two very skilful tongues getting me at the same time. I had countless cums, and an almost impossible task of trying to give them blow jobs at the same time.
They both lasted and lasted, and I was fucked and sucked in so many different positions, and Mike was filming it all.
When they did eventually shoot their loads, it was only seconds after each other, Steve right inside my pussy, and Wes wanking himself over my face, and aiming it so that it went in my hair, eyes and nose, and then rubbing the last bits off on my nipples.
It finished with Wes cleaning me out and Steve sucking Wes’s cum, first off my tits and then the bit below my nose, which he got on his tongue and then shoved it in my mouth for me to taste.
I showered and dressed. When I finished, the three of them were all in the kitchen with a beer. There was just time for a quick chat, which when I think about it was really the first time Wes and I had conversed much.
But he seemed a really nice guy, very smiley, and actually thanked me for the fun before Steve did. I know it’s just a job for these studs, but, just like he did the time before, Steve told me that he would love to do it all again, and Wes nodded in agreement as they made their way to the car.
Mike ordered pizza delivery for us both and we chatted while we finished them off and got through another couple of beers.
I was leaving early the next morning. Part of me wanted to thank Mike in the best way possible, but I was really tired after my exploits and I think Mike realized that.
The night was spent together in his bed, but it was just hugs and cuddles.
When I woke in the morning I was on my own, so I showered and got myself ready to leave for my next adventure. In the kitchen, Mike was tucking away at some toast, and I joined him for a bite to eat and a cup of coffee.
I checked my messages and found out that Peter, who was next on my list, had cancelled our get together because of contact with someone who had tested positive. Bugger.
Mike came around behind my chair and started to massage my shoulders, and as I turned around to look at him, he said, “Jill, I have a favour to ask.”
He went on to explain that he had started editing the film and discovered that a vital part was missing. He needed some shots of me actually realising that the window cleaners had seen me while I was pleasuring myself, and acting startled before carrying on and smiling invitingly at them.
So I had to unpack my suitcase and find the same stuff I had worn. Mike appeared with the vibrator, and I got cracking. The things a lady has to go through sometimes!
Mike took the shots, some from outside the window, and some in the studio. He told me I had acted the part superbly.
Despite it being before 9 am, I was in the mood again, so I looked at Mike with a smile and said, “Well, this actress deserves a reward then I believe.”
I don’t think it was a planned thing from Mike. I believe he had genuinely forgotten to take those shots.
But I certainly got my reward. He stripped me completely and actually ripped the flimsy crotchless panties off me. They would be no use to anyone anymore.
He was every bit as good a stud as the two professionals I had performed with, although he didn’t quite last as long. But he brought me to a multi with his fantastic tongue on my clit, and then to yet another when he fucked me doggy fashion.
Mike knew that I had to be on my way, so after tidying myself up, we said our goodbyes right there by the bed. He was still naked as we hugged, but still acted the gentleman and carried my case to the door for me. That was a picture I won’t forget for a while – Mike standing at the front door waving me goodbye without a stitch on.
My plan to go just a few miles away to Peter’s place was off. But I did have other plans for the day after which I could try and bring forward.
For three or four weeks before I left Turkey, I had been chatting online to a young lad called Benjamin. He lived on the outskirts of Manchester, so he was at least two hours drive from where I was.
I was intrigued by some of the things he had said in our chats. He was only nineteen and yet he seemed to have a pretty good knowledge of carnal delights. He knew how old I was, and yet he had said some pretty bold things to me.
Benjamin had no idea that I was in the UK.
I travelled a few miles to a service station, got my phone out and messaged him. I told him where I was and asked if he really wanted to meet me.
I just got a one-word answer. “Yes”
Establishing that he could talk to me without any problem, I phoned him, and within a few minutes, I had arranged to meet him at a hotel which he told me was easy for him to get to.
Booking was no problem online. I had plenty of time to get there because I couldn’t have my room until 2 pm, so I stopped at the service station for another cup of coffee and a sausage roll (something I really miss in Turkey).
I arrived at the hotel a little early, but they let me have my room. It wasn’t the best room I have ever stopped in and it needed a lot of TLC to bring it up to standard, but it would do.
The hotel had a bar, so I messaged Benjamin again and asked him to meet me there at 3 pm. That gave me ample time to get myself ready.
When he arrived, I was actually pleasantly surprised. He was really confident and didn’t seem at all nervous. And surprisingly he could make pretty good conversation.
He looked pretty smart in a pair of jeans and a brown jumper. He was tall and very slim with shoulder-length brown hair. Not classically handsome, but certainly not a turn-off.
I dressed appropriately for a hotel bar in a knee-length navy dress and a white cardigan.
The bar was half full, and I supposed we looked like grandmother and grandson, and I paid for the drinks and Benjamin carried them to a table.
That’s when I noticed there was a little problem. Benjamin had a personal hygiene issue, and there was a definite smell of body odour.
It wasn’t overpowering and we still chatted freely while we had our drinks. But it was something I was going to have to address some time soon.
It was he who brought the subject of sex up first. In our online chats, I had already told him about Gary’s cuckolding, and he asked me a few questions about that. I answered them all truthfully.
In response, I enquired how much experience he had enjoyed with the opposite sex, and he told me that he’d had four girlfriends, and had enjoyed sex with all of them, but that they had all come to an end after a short time.
Neither of us talked about the age difference, and I was actually getting worried that maybe nothing was going to come of it.
Then he just leaned over really close and told me that he wanted to fuck me. Just like that.
We finished our drinks and I took him straight up to my room. The body odour was quite bad in the confines of the lift, and I had decided what I was going to do.
Once we were in the room, I told him what I had to say as pleasantly as I could, and that the first thing we were going to do was take a shower together.
He didn’t argue. Neither was he embarrassed about stripping everything off, and he was ready to shower long before I had got all my kit off.
He told me I was “quite something” naked. He was pretty well built despite being so slim, sporting a six-pack which made me think that he must go to a gym or play some sort of sport. I couldn’t resist telling him that he was “quite something” himself.
I wish I could say that it was a wonderful shower together, but the water pressure was really low.
It did the job, however. Luckily the hotel provided shampoo and body wash which Benjamin used while I used what I had brought with me.
We had the briefest of touches. He rubbed some suds over my nipples and I got a lather up on his backside, but that’s as far as it went, and we dried ourselves quickly.
I heard his tummy rumbling a few times while he was drying himself, so I asked how long it was since he had eaten. For some reason, he had eaten nothing all day.
I told him to get dressed because we were going out for something to eat. He did as he was told, and I asked him if he knew anywhere close by.
Just my luck. It turned out that he was into Big Macs and that there was a Mcdonald’s not far away. Not my favourite place, but at least it was quick and Benjamin was over the moon.
“Is that it, or are we going back to the hotel,” he asked with concern written all over his young face.
“You smell good, look good, and have fuelled up young man,” I answered, “so yes, we are going to my room next.”
The last time I had bedded anybody that young was Gary not long after we met, but surprisingly, I had absolutely no qualms about what we were going to do.
And he was very, very good. I didn’t have to teach him anything. He knew what to do with his tongue, and his prick was so hard. Just average sizewise, but hard and strong and powerful.
He even lasted well the first time, long enough to try three different positions and bring me to my first cum before him. He was going to pull out, but I wouldn’t let him, grabbing his buttocks as firmly as I could.
We both wanted a cigarette, but it was a no smoking room, so we quickly got dressed and went down to the bar again.
Two cigarettes and a drink each later, he told me that he was ready again, so we disappeared up to my room again.
And my word, was he ready? Ready to the point of being rampant, and suddenly he was in control of everything.
To be honest, he wore me out. He just kept going and going. I’d had so many cums that I wanted him to finish, but even my best efforts of a blowjob didn’t do the trick.
Eventually, when I was really flagging, he took me from behind and I felt his young love juice explode in my pussy. He knew he didn’t have to pull out this time, and we lay there for ages afterwards, his cock still soaking in the warmth of my hole.
He couldn’t stay any longer and got dressed while I lay on the bed.
What he told me just before he left made me so happy and proud. First of all, he actually thanked me. I lay there thinking that I should be the grateful one.
Then he told me that it was the best sex he had ever experienced, that he wanted to keep in touch with me online, and that he would like to fuck me again and again.
All I could say was, “Great, yes please, I’ll let you know next time I’m in England.”
I know he was only young and therefore not very experienced, but it did my ego and self esteem a power of good. A big thumbs up for the granny brigade!
There was still plenty of the day left, but I decided to stay the night at the hotel anyway. I needed a rest.
I contacted Denn and asked if it was OK to come back to his place the next day. That would give me three nights with him, one more than I had originally planned.
Denn was very happy about that, and after a full English breakfast at the hotel, I started the long journey from Lancashire to Kent.
I took my time, stopping a couple of times for a bite to eat, and started thinking about how and when I should confront him about the lies he had told me.
He was waiting for me at the garden gate as I pulled up after I had messaged him when I was close.
Once again Denn thought it necessary to take me out so after a shower and change I was whisked off to a lovely old-style pub where they specialised in Brazilian food. Well, I had experienced a Brazilian before, but that was nothing to do with food!
Having treated me, Denn got his reward later. It was good, but not as good as the time before. I was in good form because he had the cameras and spotlights turned on, and I love performing. But Denn kept going soft on me. He got there in the end, and I did have a good cum, but it wasn’t the best sex I’d got from him.
I shared his bed for the night, but there was no more fun, and I think he felt a little guilty in the morning because he was unusually quiet.
He took me out for a drive. It was enjoyable, but on the way home, he started talking about our relationship, asking me when I was going to move in with him full time.
It really wasn’t what I wanted to talk about, but I had to tell him at some stage that it was never going to happen.
So, I was non-committal, but when we got back to his house, it started all over again. There was no let-up.
It was time for me to counterattack, so I asked him why he had lied to me about Angela being frigid, and in the course of that conversation, I told him that I only knew he had lied because my hubby had bedded his wife years ago, and she was pretty hot in bed according to him.
The shit hit the fan.
I had cracked. I couldn’t see any other way of telling him. And I told him the lot. Told him that Gary knew all about the two of us. Told him that Gary got turned on by me giving myself to other men.
Denn’s jaw dropped, and he started shouting.
So, I went further and told him about my gangbangs and about my bisexual side. And about my porn film action.
Denn just lost it completely. I’d never seen him like that before.
He told me to pack my bags and get out, and frankly, that was what I wanted to do anyway.
I made my way to the nearest pub dragging my cases behind me and phoned for a taxi.
My flight back home was over thirty hours away, but I thought the best thing was to find a hotel near the airport.
Safely installed, I went straight to bed. I was emotionally upset, but in some ways relieved that I wouldn’t have to put up with Denn’s pressurising anymore.
I had never got to the bottom of why he had lied to me, but it really didn’t matter now.
I felt better the next day. I had to be up fairly early the day after for my flight home, but I had a whole day to myself.
It was quite boring. There was nowhere to go, so I spent a lot of time in my room.
Midway through the afternoon, I ventured down to the lounge area for some coffee and cakes. I noticed that the place was filling up with business people.
My mind went straight into “hmmm, I wonder” mode. After all, this bit of time and space on my own was all about proving to myself that I still had it.
After dinner in the hotel, I made my way to the very large bar. Luckily I had the nearest thing to some power dressing with me, a navy blue suit, with a skirt well above the knee and with two short splits on either side.
I had a white blouse but had run out of white undies so had to wear a pink set with a suspender belt and tan stockings.
The bar was really crowded quite early. I found myself a stool at one side of the bar and waited.
I didn’t have to wait too long. Two guys, one on either side of my stool started a conversation. Their accents told me that they were both from the States.
They were both probably in their fifties, both with distinguished grey hair, and very presentable.
They bought me drinks, chatted, and it was very obvious that they were trying to outdo each other in gaining my attention. I bought them both a drink, and as they carried on in the same vein, I told them to stop because there was no need.
Bold as brass I told them that I liked them both and that there was no need for the competition, winking at them both as I said it.
They looked at each other, smiled and nodded.
We all went to my room and I had a glorious last night away. God Bless America!
The taller guy was called Mac and his colleague’s name was Steven.
OK, they weren’t as professional as my two porn studs and didn’t last anywhere near as long, but I got the full works and shower sex with them both afterwards.
All the time I was thinking to myself, “Fuck you, Dennis.” Then I made myself chuckle, realising that I had just had my second Big Mac of the holiday!
It was an uneventful flight home, but the great thing was I had proved to myself that I still had some sex appeal (even for a nineteen-year-old)
I had so much to tell Gary. He would be pleased that it had all ended with Denn because deep down I know he was worried.
I told him everything that had happened when we got to bed that night, and of course, it led to some more perfect marital bliss, but I still had a lot more to get ready for.
A trip to Cyprus to be with Vanessa, my wonderful Ben coming over for a sexy holiday and Hazel and Ray to fit in somewhere. Phew!