tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584905051016800522024-03-20T23:02:49.756-07:00Secret ConfessionsNicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-26423819349526620452013-05-07T13:51:00.001-07:002013-05-07T13:53:38.094-07:00another naughty confession from NICCI GREENE<br />
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It was Feb 14th and I knew I was in for a treat. I had been through my usual routine; nails painted a nice red with sparkles, hair blow dried, eyebrows done, legs waxed, and pussy waxed smooth. I felt good and my husband told me I looked hot. He has a way with words but that day he simply said three and his smile told me the rest. I felt amazing and was ready for our weekend away. The kids were packed off to his mum's so I was in no rush getting ready and then he said, 'pack your bikini.' I didn't look round to him but I smiled. He hasn't told me where we were staying but I knew when he said that there'd be a pool and maybe even a spa.
We arrived at the country house style mansion and it glowed white in the sunlight like moon in a cloudless sky. As if the building itself had a halo with its pillars painted a brilliant white. I was already a little wet from the journey. My husband had been sliding his hand up and down my newly smoothed legs and occasionally stroking my inner thigh. My pussy inches towards his hand each time it got close, willing it to fuck me. I was so horny I gave the concierge a wink when he stared down at my cleavage as I stepped out from the car and he held the door open for me. I was so horny, in fact, I would've let him slide his hand into the very area he studied.
The room was amazing and I could have enjoyed the bed straight away but after a passionate embrace and some tender touching we decided to hold off until later. My hubby had us booked into the hotel restaurant for a lunch and so that's where we went.
Drinking at lunchtime can sometimes be a bad thing but I was feeling naughty and adventurous so I had a few. After lunch we retired to the bar where the football match was on. As my husband's team was playing I went there with him to show my support and to enjoy all the prying eyes from the men who would be attempting to keep one eye on me and one on the ball. I've realised as I have gotten older than men are going to look, stare, and strip you with their eyes. When I was younger I fought it, ignored it even. But as I've matured I've embraced it. I often try to imagine what they are thinking and sometimes purposely give them something to see if I'm feeling horny. That day I was but the bar in the swanky hotel was not the place to flash my panties.
After the first half we headed back to the room. It was the late kick off so it must've been around 6pm when we got back to the lush bedroom. Full of beer my hubby was not ready or able to satisfy my desires and I knew he would be keen to see the second half with the match poised at 1-1.
So I dawned my peach bikini and gave him a wry smile as he checked me out when I walked passed. Lifting the big fluffy white towel I wrapped it around my body, gave him a sensual kiss and left him to his football.
The lift opened with a 'ping' that echoed around the spa. It was empty and the water of the swimming pool so calm it was surreal. A serene calmness eased all the tension in my body and I wondered if maybe the spa was closed that day. I looked around for some staff but the desk was empty and I figured they must close up early on a Saturday. It was Ireland we were visiting so I imagined the staff all getting out to the boozers in town as quick as their shift would finish, or maybe even beforehand.
The water was cool at first but I slipped my entire body inside and swam the length of the pool. I enjoyed being on my own in the peaceful pool and it has heavenly to get a break from the normal routine and hectic family life. Then I heard a sound.
The ware was disturbed around me and I turned to see a man enter the water as I had done moments before. He swam passed me traveling in the direction I had been. His eyes looked over at me just like the men in the bar had done earlier that day. He pulled himself out of the water and sat on the poolside with his feet still submerged. As I slowly swam along he stared at me. It unnerved me at first as his gaze was so fixed on me. I knew that his eyes would examine every inch when I left the pool so I stayed longer than I normally would. But he didn't move from his vantage point. He was an older man. His skinned was very tanned a leathery. His arms and chest had wispy silver hair on them that matched the receding brushed back hair on his head. He looked ok for his age and was perhaps once a very dashing man. I began, as I looked at him, to enjoy his stare and when I left the pool I did so slowly so he could see more of me. It must've been too much for him because be followed me into the steam room.
He sat opposite me, so close. It was hot in there, so hot. His eyes wandered. I was warming and wearing. My chest heaved as I tried to take the warm air in. My breasts pushed out towards him and he stared straight at my chest each time I took in a breath. The heat, the sweat, and his obvious attraction began to turn me on. I started to feel the horny I had felt earlier and fuelled by the afternoon drinks I began to want him to do more than just look. His gaze wandered over me like the hands of a horny teenager. As his eyes drifted down to my legs I gently and very slowly opened them. He stared at my camel toe as until it disappeared and I stretched my peach bikini while widening my legs further. I felt his eyes fuck me. I felt them enter me and I began to warm from within. As he watched my crotch I watched his. A lump grew in his swimming shorts and began to gently buck towards me. I felt my body buck back and we seemed to air fuck each other. it was erotic and hot, very hot, too hot. The heat was unbearable, rising in there like an oven. I began to feel light headed and then I simply had to leave that room. Closing my legs I rose to my feet hoping he would reach out and grab me but he didn't. Closing the door behind me I walked across to the showers. They were open cubicles opposite the steam room. I walked straight into one and hit the silver button. A blast of freezing cold water smacked my chest. The blast made me jump back then turn around. The water warmed as it burst onto my back but then there I was standing looking out towards the steam room. He walked out and stared straight at my tits. My nipples were erect from the cold and the bikini stuck to me with wetness. At that moment I wanted him. I needed him. I needed cock. I reached my arms up and my hands behind my neck opened the tie on my bikini top. Slowly I peeled the top down to expose my breasts and large erect dark nipples. He stared with an intent. I needed more than his eyes on me so I turned my back once again and slowly removed my bottoms until I was stood with my back to him but completely naked. I waited. I waited on those tanned leathery arms and that wispy sliver hair until they finally arrived around my waist. His body was warm and sweaty when he pressed his front into my back. I rubbed soap into my breasts then took his hands and used them like two sponges to clean my boobs. I rubbed his hands all over my body until I felt his cock stiffening against my ass. Letting his hands do their own work I slipped my behind and down into his shorts. Still soapy I played with his cock and balls and he groaned into my ear. I was so fuckin horny. I needed him in me. I jerked his shaft and then he slipped a finger inside me. My body was bucking back and forth and trying to bend towards his dick. He was a tall man, too tall. I managed to wrestle his cock out from his shirts and we tried to get into a shape to let him in. I could feel his hard cock pulsing as it rubbed back and forth on my warm, wet, pussy but it was too awkward to get it inside. I wanted him in me so bad but then I heard a noise. I jumped away from him. 'Did you hear that?' I asked. Until that second we hadn't spoke and he offered no reply. I freaked out and quickly lifted my bottoms back on. I heard another noise and shuffled out passed him fixing my bikini top back on as I did so. I saw a pool attendant go over to the pool, take what looked like a sample of water from it, then leave again. My heart was vibrating fast in my chest. Adrenaline was pumping so I was glad of the cooling water when I dipped my body back into the pool. I began swimming until I heard the splash behind me. I reached the edge of the pool and again we were alone. I felt his arms again coming around me. This time he didn't need my hands to direct him and in seconds he had his hands inside my bikini top as he groped me. I then felt him tug at my bottoms until they floated up beside me. Not willing to have the same problem as before he turned me round to face him. His cock danced against my stomach until I warped my legs around his waist and he entered me. It was a powerful trust and I took him all inside me letting out a help of, 'Fuck Yeah!' Those cries continued as he rammed into me hard and fast against the side of the pool. I love a good hard fuck and even though I was yelling he kept going getting faster and faster until I felt myself explode. My body was quaking as it shivered into an orgasm. I was so taken by the sensation that I forgot to tell him not to full inside me. It was over before I knew it. He let go of his cum and pushed it deep upwards into my body. He jerked me upwards until he released every last drop then one last thrust he held me and kissed me. His tongue lashed against mine and then he withdrew. He pulled himself out and swam backwards then turned. I watched him swim to the other side and then rise from the water. I floated there held up by the water and my high. My legs still shook and I loved that orgasm and that moment as I watched my bikini bottoms float further way in the water darkened by the lack of light.
Finally I retrieved them and returned to my husband. He was asleep but I woke him with my hand wrapped around his cock and my mouth whispering in his ear to tell him what I had just done. He was so excited when he woke that he fucked me like a dog and I came again. It was another powerful orgasm and the cum poured from me as I squired all over the floor.
The rest of that weekend we had amazing sex and didn't leave the bedroom but I will always remember the older man who came inside me. I sometimes wonder if he even spoke English?</h3>
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Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-69528748272188965162013-04-07T14:35:00.001-07:002013-04-07T14:35:25.429-07:00My Boss and Me<br />
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work. The other girls left and I sat at my desk. I was nervous. I had no idea
what he wanted with me. I'd only been working there a few weeks. I sent my
husband a text to tell him I would be late home. The door to my boss's office
opened. He was stood there in his dark blue suit. He called me over. I had only
seen inside his office once before, when I was interviewed for the job. He
stood in the doorway as I passed then he pointed towards the small leather sofa
beside me and asked me to take a seat. He sat next to me and lifted an iPad
from the low table in front of us. Handing it to me he mentioned the figures
displayed on the screen. I was holding it above my lap with both my hands
firmly gripping it's sides. Swishing his finger over the screen he moved to
another page. It seems that since I joined the figures had gone up to above the
targets he was set. He told me that was in part down to me. I was so proud at
what I was looking at that I didn't notice at first. He had set his hand onto
my knee below the iPad. I only realised it was there when I felt his thumb
sliding back and forth across my skin. He spoke of my role and how there was an
opening coming up that I should apply for. With his other hand he brushed the
hair from my shoulder. I felt his hand touching my shoulder then it slipped
down my back. A shiver ran down my spine followed by his fingertips. I felt
strangely comfortable with his hands on me. His other hand was moving slowly up
my inner thigh. I felt my legs open slightly allowing his hand to move further.
I saw my chest heaving below my eyes as I took deep breaths trying not to pant
or panic. Then I felt it. I never expected it. I wasn't even sure it was
happening at first. He told me he wanted me to go for the job so we could work
more closely together. As he spoke he slowly pulled the zip of my dress all the
way down my back. I was taken aback by that and was about to say something when
I felt his fingers caressing my bare back. It was sensual, sexy even. His other
hand moved further up my thigh. My hands were both still holding the iPad or I
would have used them to stop him going any further. With no hands to hold him
back I used my legs, closing them together and then crossing them so he had to remove
his hand from between them. I was nervous. I felt sexy but I knew I shouldn't.
I knew I had to get up and get out of there but then when his hand came out
from below the iPad he used it to slide the front of my dress down to expose my
bra. There I was sat in his office with my bra on show. His hand rose again but
this time he took it to my chin. He turned my face to his. He told me I was
beautiful. He told me I had a nice body. He looked into my eyes and he spoke
softly when he said, 'i want you to open your mouth.' I was in so much shock my
mouth just opened. He leaned over. I felt his breath on my face. His nose
touched mine and I closed my eyes. I felt his warm wet tongue on my lips at
first then inside my mouth. My jaw dropped further and he licked the roof of my
mouth. It tickled. I kept my eyes closed. I could hear my own breath going in
and out taking his breath into my lungs. His mouth began to kiss me. I tried
not to respond. I kept my eyes shut tight. His tongue danced again inside my
mouth and then I felt the release as my bra opened. My shoulders seemed to
relax as it was removed and then I felt my mouth kissing him back. I tried to
stop myself but his hands were on my breasts and I really enjoyed how he gently
caressed them. I felt my tongue move forward to touch his. He squeezed my boobs
really hard and my body started to squirm. My mind said stop but my body said
not yet. His kiss was amazing. Like being a teenager again I tilted my head and
moved my mouth with his. His head became heavy and he pressed his head and body
into me making me fall down to my side. He fell with me, on top of me, and
still with his tongue twisted around mine. I had to stop him, I had to get up.
I dropped the iPad and pressed my hands against his shoulders to push him up
and off me. He was too big and too heavy. As I tried again to push him up I
felt my dress being dragged off my body. I was panting. My body bucked upwards
towards him. I didn't want it to but as my pelvis moved up it connected with
his groin. He was hard, rock hard. I felt his hardness against my mound and I
became lost. Lost in the moment. Lost in the passionate embrace. Lost in lust.
My underwear grinder against his harness and I felt my legs opening wider. I
could feel his hand sliding over my legs and then it grabbed my panties. He
rubbed my clit with his thumb whilst dragging his fingers up and down my
vagina. It was electrifying. His tongue never left my mouth. I bucked up into
his hand feeling the cotton getting wetter until his fingers moved the material
away and slid inside me. My eyes opened. I was looking around his office but
then all I saw was darkness. His fingers entered me again and my eyes closed in
pleasure. My head rolled back breaking the bond between our mouths. He licked
my neck before giving me little butterfly kisses. I wanted him now. I needed
him. I wanted his cock. My hands went straight inside his pants and grabbed his
hard cock. It felt like an iron bar. I tugged at it as he finger fucked me. I
was in heaven. I frantically grabbed at his belt trying to open it. He helped
me. Before I knew it his trousers were half off and them wow! He rammed that
iron bar deep into me. My whole body stiffened. Then bam! Another ram inside
me. I yelped with joy. My hands ran up his back. I dug my nails into his skin
and he rammed into me more. Faster and faster he fucked me. I wanted him to
stop. I shouldn't have been there. I needed it to stop but I wanted it never to
end. Banging into me he shoved me up the tiny sofa. I nearly fell off with the
force of his cock thrusting into me. I'd never been rammed like that before. He
spoke. My eyes opened. 'you are so fucking hot' he said. I said in response,
'keep fucking <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>'
he did as I requested and rammed me harder and harder and faster until I felt myself
building into an orgasm. Then I did fall off the sofa. I found myself on all
fours with my boss fucking me like a dog. One hand grabbed at my tits. The
other hand reached round and frigged my clitoris as he dug his iron bar deep
inside my body. Pounding me he continued faster until I started screaming out
loud, 'Yes! 'Yes' and 'Yes!' my body shook all over and then tensed before
releasing waves of continual pleasure radiating through my body. My arms gave
way and I rested my face on the carpet but he kept going. Pounding me he
grabbed my hips and rammed me again and again until I enjoyed another powerful
orgasm. Panting into the carpet I shouted, 'fuck' 'oh my fucking god' 'oh god'
oh goooood' and then he pulled out and I felt him ejaculate his sperm all over
my back. There seemed to be loads of it. Warm at first it almost burned my skin
as it landed in bursts up my back then onto my ass and legs. Then I simply fell
onto the floor in a sweaty naked mess with my boss's cum all over me. I heard
him shuffling about getting his suit back on but I just lay there panting.
Inside my vagina was a strange buzzing. It went from side to side sending
pleasure hormones to my brain. When it finally stopped I turned to look up at
my boss. He reached out his hand to help me up off the floor until I was stood
naked in front of him. He let his hands feel my breasts again and told me I was
the best looking woman he had ever seen. He reached round and gently smacked my
ass then told me I was the naughtiest too. I was so horny, so excited, so full
of lust that I forgot about my marriage, my life even. His eyes on my skin
turned me on even more and standing in his hit he looked so dashing that I
wanted more. I dropped down onto my knees, opened his zipper, and took out his
cock. It was semi hard again just from fondling me. I licked it up and down
each side then took it into my mouth. As I sucked on it I moved my hand up and
down it making it rock hard again. As soon as it hardened like the iron bar it
was before I stood up and lifted my leg onto the small table then guided his
cock into my soaking wet pussy. He rammed into me again. He kissed me and
sucked on my tits as he fucked me standing up and kept going until he said he
was going to cum. I sat on the sofa and asked him to cum on my tits. Sliding
his cock between my breasts he emptied a second load onto my skin. He left me
there, naked in his office. I sat there for ages before I sorted myself out and
went home to my husband. Each week after that for nearly two years I stayed
behind and enjoyed that iron bar insane the orgasms it gave me.</span></div>
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Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-1167926032651258742012-10-27T12:34:00.000-07:002012-10-27T12:34:46.075-07:00Fifty Shades of Greene<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-2475684556158038342012-07-21T03:11:00.001-07:002012-07-21T03:11:49.135-07:00EROTIC SHORTS by NICCI GREENEFrom Nicci's first fictional erotic novel, chapter one...<br />
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Lauren was younger than him but they were both still in their twenties. They had been married for two years and were talking about starting a family. Lauren was on the pill but they had discussed her coming off it. The promotion was the key, to everything. Lauren had her eyes set on a larger house just around the corner. It had been up for sale for more than a year with no takers. She had already started to design the interior and unbeknown to Frank had already started spending the money he did not yet have. She had ordered a new suite of furniture for her new living room and had spoken at length with the agent selling the property. She had also spoilt herself having run up a large bill on his credit card. </div>
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Lauren spent her whole weekend, the one before, shopping. Frank was at work, ensuring he obtained that much needed promotion. He had been invited to a works dinner dance to celebrate their expansion. It was a yearly event but this one was to be bigger and better than it had been before. A lavish affair meant Black-Tie and she was in town collecting Frank's tuxedo from the dry cleaners when she saw the dress. A full length dark purple dress was hung in the window of the shop. It sat elegantly on the mannequin and she knew she could do it justice. Inside the shop her thoughts were confirmed. The gown hugged her curves as she stood on her tip-toes and admired herself in the mirror. Lauren was a beauty. Her figure was athletic but curvy. Her long dark hair had a natural wave and her olive skin was always topped up with tan. </div>
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The dress was made for her and as she turned to look at her bum she realised she would turn heads in that dress. It would mean new shoes, a new bag, and new nail polish. She had nothing at home that would go with that colour. It wasn't long before she found the accessories choosing some Kurt Geiger heels that were nude in colour with a peep-toe and a five inch steel heel. A nude-coloured clutch back was bought to match and she acquired some diamante jewellery to go with the sequins that lined the plunging neck line. The dress exposed her entire back and plunged deep at the front showing the sides of her breasts. She was young enough to get away with not wearing a bra but worried that maybe she was showing too much flesh. Her long legs were covered but when she sat the large split exposed nearly an entire leg. It may have been a bit much for a work do but she looked hot and that made her feel good. </div>
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Frank sat in his manager's office and listened. He kept two pictures of his lovely young wife on his desk; one of their wedding day and another he took of her on their honeymoon. It was that picture that brought his boss over to his desk more so than the others in the office. She was stood on the balcony of the apartment where they had holidayed. Stood with a glass of bubbly in one hand she was wearing her lime green bikini top and a pair of cut-away denim shorts. Her olive skin was deep brown and her smile was what made the picture even more sexier. Her sexy red fingernails added an edge and that picture was his favourite. </div>
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Even without make-up she was a beauty. Frank's boss spoke about her like she was a movie star. He was stood behind his big walnut desk with that very picture in his hands. He remarked on her sexy painted nails and asked did she always keep them so neatly manicured. Frank said, 'Yes.' His boss then spoke about her breasts. It was inappropriate but he was making a point. He was being subtle but he was making it clear that he wanted Frank's wife. Despite all of the work Frank had done his boss said that there were two in the running for the job. Frank and a younger man called Kevin. Frank was fuming. Kevin was inexperienced and had not put anywhere near as much effort as he had over the last few months. Frank felt beaten, as if he had already lost the job. He was angry at his boss's comments about his wife. It bothered him that the man had taken his favourite picture of his desk. He was seething that his manager's paws were on his picture. Perhaps it was a test. Maybe his boss was trying to get a rise out of him to see it he would crack. These thoughts raced through Frank's mind until his boss spoke once more. 'If this lovely siren,' he said referring to Lauren, 'If this lovely siren was willing you would be guaranteed that promotion you so greatly desire.'</div>
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Frank laughed it off. He thought it was a joke but his boss didn't laugh and instead continued. 'I mean this girl could open a lot of doors for you.' Frank then realised what his boss was saying. He stood up and removed her picture from his bony white hands. The man was in his fifties, bald, and with a big belly that came from over indulgence. The thought of him just holding a picture of his wife was repulsive. 'Not likely' he muttered under his breath and turned to leave the office. 'I'll make my decision on Monday morning after the dinner dance.' <br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />Frank walked out of his office and set the picture back onto his desk before shutting down his laptop. He began processing what had just happened. After all that work he had done. After all those extras hours he had sent away from his wife it was only Lauren that could get him his promotion. Slipping his laptop into its case he left work that day resigned to the fact that he would still be working their come Monday morning. He nearly cried when he ignited the engine of his Audi and held onto the steering wheel. He took a deep breath and let it out. With that exhale went his dreams, Lauren's dreams, and maybe even their family plans. </div>
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He didn't tell his wife but he wore his disappointment on his face. He wasn't his usual self. Frank's favourite night was Friday. He would come home from work and open a bottle of wine. He'd click his phone into the docking station that played his tunes and he'd bounce around the kitchen with glee. Each weekend meant time away from his boss and usually time with his beautiful wife. The last few weekends he'd been working so his Friday night banter hadn't been the same. It was nothing like this though. He was withdrawn, unhappy, and it didn't go unnoticed. Lauren thought he was just overworked, burnt out maybe. She let him be and his mood worsened. The following morning was the day of the dinner dance. She wanted her hubby to be as excited as they were to be partying together that night so she woke him with a blow job. Frank's eyes opened along with his mouth. He groaned slightly. His wife was under the covers and sucking on his cock. </div>
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He peeled the covers away to watch her. She looked up and him and he gazed into her emerald eyes. How could he ever say to her what his boss had implied? How could he ever consider sharing such a hot young woman? She had a naughty side though. That's what attracted him to her at first. She knew how to please a man and that's what made him fall for her. His love grew as he realised she was a lot like him. Both worked hard at their jobs and both liked to have fun. They drank heavily when they partied together and Lauren flirted with other men. It was fun watching her interact with other guys knowing she was his and would never cheat. She was committed to him, to their lives, and to the future she had planned out for them. </div>
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He lifted her head away for a kiss just before he came. He held her in his arms and gave her a squeezy hug. 'Are you feeling better now?’ She asked. 'Much better,' he lied in response and the pair hugged and chatted for a bit before she sprung up from the bed. 'I have to show you the dress,' she said with excitement. He couldn't care less about the dress until he saw her wearing it. She looked divine and he told her so. He was aroused himself by the flesh on display and then he began to wander. Maybe if he didn't tell her. Maybe if he said nothing she would get drunk. Maybe he would buy her doubles all night. Maybe in that dress she'd feel very sexy. Maybe if she was wearing it and was drunk, maybe she would flirt with his boss. Maybe she would let him touch her? Then he shook his head. No way could he do that to his beloved and no way would she ever let a man touch her. </div>
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She always received plenty of attention every time they went out. He'd seen men try a cheeky feel of her backside only to have their hand lifted or sometimes slapped away. Some tried to lean in for a kiss but she always laughed it off. It would never happen between her and his boss. He knew that and so he knew he would not be getting the promotion. It was only when Lauren produced the expensive shoes and jewellery that he erupted. He started yelling at her asking how much it all cost. Lauren was distraught but she fought back. Yelling back at him she told him about the money she spent and called him a tight arse. She lamented that he had spent all this time working and they were to enjoy the reward. Then she told him about the house. She had agreed a price and was ready to make an offer. She had an appointment booked with the bank and the wheels were in motion. Frank slumped back down onto the bed. His shoulders sank and he cried. Lauren was shaking. She had no idea he felt this bad. She began to fear the worst. Is he going to dump me? Has he found someone else? She thought about everything except the reality. </div>
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Finally he blubbed out what was in his mind. He told her about his boss, what he'd said, and how he was no longer getting promoted. Lauren was taken aback and then she was angry. ‘How dare he,' she said, 'we have to tell someone.' 'No!' Frank shouted as he turned to face her, 'we can't it'll only make things worse. Anyway he didn't actually say it.' Lauren stood and started giving off to her husband. It was the last thing he needed but he understood. Whilst he had been churning it over and over in his head she had just found out. She wagged her finger at him telling him she was gonna kick the man in the balls and tell him what she thought of him.</div>
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It took a good hour for her to calm down. Then the party girl returned; the one Frank fell for. The girl who was upbeat and ready at all times to party. She told him to forget this boss. She told him they were going to have fun regardless of the money. She told him she had faith in him and it wouldn't be long before he would get a promotion again. Inside she feared the man in charge. She knew that he would forever hold this over her husband but she didn't let on.<br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />A cheerier Frank enjoyed a shower whilst she soaked in the bath and shaved her legs. He didn't even moan about the time it was taking her to get ready. Instead he sipped on a beer and lay on their bed watching her become even more beautiful. He was so proud to have her on his arm especially when they checked into the reception of the swanky hotel. An entire floor had been set aside for his company. </div>
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He threw their bags into room 212. It was ostentatious with a huge bed and more pillows that he'd ever seen. She too remarked on the fancy room before they opened the mini bar. Inside was a small bottle of champagne. 'Shall we?' he asked lifted up the bottle. 'We shall,' she smiled back at him. Frank popped the cork and they rushed the fizzy wine before deciding to head down to the function. Frank opened the door for his wife who swayed slightly and giggled. The bubbles had already gone to her head. </div>
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As she walked out into the corridor she stopped in her tracks. The man that they had spoken about earlier, the one who had ruined their future was stood in front of her. He was closing the door to his room which was opposite theirs. He looked her up and down taking in every inch of the dress. Frank closed the door of 212 just as his boss closed 207. He said, 'Hello,' and then sliding his arm around his wife's waist he turned her towards the elevators. His boss walked behind them and remarked on the beautiful sight in front of him. It was a cheeky remark which angered Lauren. She wanted to turn and slap him but she restrained herself. </div>
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It was uncomfortable inside the elevator. He was stood so close to her she felt like striking him. His eyes were buried in her cleavage. In his mind he slipped his hand inside the front of her dress. In her mind she was slapping him across the face. It was hard for Frank too. He didn't know what to say or do so he just stood there and waited. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">'<place w:st="on">Ping</place>'</i> eventually the doors opened and Frank could breathe again but his happiness was short lived. The table plan showed, not just that they were sat with his boss, but that he would be sitting next to his wife. For a brief moment he thought about leaving the party and leaving his job. Then he remembered the credit card bill and resigned himself to an unpleasant evening. </div>
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It was, however, the opposite. Lauren relaxed the more champagne she drank. She wasn't used to the expensive stuff and was enjoying how it made her feel. She wasn't her usual flirty self but had enjoyed a few lengthy conversations with her husband's boss. He was actually quite charming and she enjoyed his company. She even agreed to dance with him. He held her close and during the dance she felt his hardness pressing into her leg. That made her giggle inside. Tipsy from the alcohol she found it quite sexy that she was making him so hard. </div>
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A while after his boss asked for another dance and Lauren decided she would see if she could make him hard again. She danced with her back to him and pushed her backside into his crotch. He placed his hands on her hips and bucked into her slightly. It was fun. He was instantly hard and she felt good that she could make him so hard so quickly. </div>
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Again she held his hand when they left the dance floor but he whisked her over to the bar instead of heading back to the table. At the bar he pushed her in front and stood behind her. He kept his hands on her hips and his cock pressed against her ass. He was still hard from the dance and wanted another rub against the fine young woman. He bought her a drink and then whispered in her ear. She wasn't sure what he said at first. Then it registered. He said, 'I want you.' Lauren closed her eyes. A vision popped into her head. It was him fucking her. It was a wild vision. He was on top bucking into her and she was loving it. </div>
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She opened her eyes. His words had aroused her. Her body was already moving against his which grinded into her. Could she really consider doing something with this man. Surely not? She turned and wriggled away from him. Lauren put the vision to the back of her mind and went to find her husband. He was steaming drunk. He was nearly asleep at the table. The band had just finished and the night was drawing to a close. She managed to get him up from the table but couldn't find his jacket anywhere. She decided for it to remain lost and she managed to get him to walk towards the elevator . Just as the doors opened again with a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">'<place w:st="on">Ping</place>'</i> her husband fell forward but luckily someone caught him before he fell into the lift. It was his boss. He helped her get him inside. </div>
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Then in the elevator, just like before, he stared at the sides of her breasts. She saw him watching but didn't want to slap him anymore. Knowing that he wanted her so badly made her feel special. She liked that feeling. She knew she looked good but he made her feel desired. She liked that feeling even more. Frank's boss helped her get her husband onto their bed. Frank fell face first onto the huge bed and passed out. She thanked his boss for his help. 'My pleasure dear,' he responded, 'I'm just happy to be once again in your company.' His charm warmed her from within. She felt comfortable all of a sudden with the man she despised not a few hours before. </div>
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'Would you like a drink?' she offered. 'Yes please,' he said before she bent down to look into the mini-bar. In doing so she pushed her backside towards him. Yet again his groin was treated to her ass and she felt his cock rise within his tux. Again it rubbed against her but this time between her legs. She felt him press against her and she spent longer than required in that position. When she stood he thanked her for the beer and took a big gulp. She didn't join him. She felt that she had enough. They sat on the bed and he told her about his wife. He told her how she had died last year after many months of pain. She had bowel cancer which spread throughout her body. </div>
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He was sombre as he revealed his story to her. Lauren watched as a tear left his eye and rolled along his cheek. She couldn't help but wipe it away with her shiny purple fingernail. He was vulnerable and with that attractive to her. She saw not his bald head or aged skin. She saw only a man in pain and one who wanted her more than any other. He risked his job to ask for her. He risked the wrath of a young man and his wife to request some time with her. She liked that. She liked him but she was married to the man she loved. She stood up and turned away from him. He stood and again placed his hands on her hips. From behind her he looked into the mirror in front of them both. She looked stunning and all he could think about was her breasts. His hands slid round her front and then he slipped them over her dress and then slipped his right hand inside the opening at the front taking a firm hold of her bare breast. He held it there and squeezed. After a moment that seemed to be longer than it was she pulled his hand out from her dress and simply said, 'You'd better go.' </div>
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As she turned she couldn't help but look down at his crotch. She had made him hard again and had to admit she was a little wet herself. She wanted to put her hand on the lump that produced from his trousers. She even considered dropping to her knees and giving him a blow job but that was something the dress would never have allowed. Instead she stepped forward forcing his cock to rub her between her legs. She leaned up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek whilst enjoying how she grinded her pelvis against his. She then backed away giving him his cue to leave, which he took. </div>
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As the door to her room closed she saw him open his own and walk into his room. She turned again to the mirror then it hit her. He had fondled her bare breast. She stared into the mirror and watched in the reflection his hand again slide into her dress. She slipped her own hand in pretending it was his. </div>
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Stood there she watched him grope her again and between her legs she buzzed. Her nipple was rock hard. She remembered then his cock and how hard she had made it. She wondered what it was like. Stood there she saw once again that vision. It flashed into the mirror like a porn movie. She was lying on the bed and he was pounding her body. She shook herself to switch the blue movie off and it vanished but not before it had aroused her even more. Reaching behind she unzipped the dress and it dropped to the floor. Stood in just her fancy French knickers she imagined again his hand's on her then she turned towards her husband. It took all her might to roll him over onto his back. She wrestled with his rousers and finally got them off. She removed his boxers and was confronted by his floppy willy. </div>
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She took it in her hand and stroked it. She watched her purple nails working that cock but getting nowhere. She tried sucking it but the dam thing was dead. She was still buzzing from having had another man's hand on her breast so she lay there and began rubbing herself. She then removed her knickers and started to rub vigorously at her clitoris. Her legs opened wide and she closed her eyes. Again that vision popped into her head so she opened her eyes to remove it. She stopped rubbing and started thinking. It was surreal, as ft she wasn't living her life but someone else's. She couldn't believe what was going through her mind. Nor could she believe how easy it was for her husband's boss to get a hard on. She was in shock that she had let another man feel her boob. Could she really have let him continue? Could she let him feel her all over? Could she let him do even more? </div>
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Lauren thought about the dress and the cost of it. She thought about the house she wanted. She thought about her husband. He needed that promotion. She needed that house. They needed him to get that job. His boss needed her and maybe she needed him. He was lonely. Ever since his wife died he had felt alone. If she went to him and let him enjoy her perhaps he would feel better. She would be doing it for him, for her husband, but also for herself. Lauren was horny and drunk. It was a sobering thought that she might allow another man inside her. Lauren's mind was sharp but she was still under the influence of alcohol. She had no inhibitions and with that extra confidence she rose from the bed. She looked down at the dress but then to the mirror. She didn't need the dress. She slipped her feet into her high heels and walked towards the door. With a deep breath she opened it. Lauren walked boldly across the corridor and wrapped her knuckles on the door of room 207. </div>
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Frank's boss opened the door but not before looking though the spy hole. There before him was a beautiful and very naked young woman. 'Can I come in?' she asked. 'Of course, of course,' he said standing to the side to let the vision into his room. As she walked passed he gave her a cheeky pat on her bare bum and she smiled at him. They both knew why she was there. It was for her husband of course. </div>
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She lay onto his bed and opened her legs. He carefully removed her sexy shoes then gently kissed her feet. It tickled and she giggled. He kissed her legs from foot to hip then kissed her inner thighs. His lips touched her skin so gently it was as if a butterfly was flapping its wings against her. Lauren's body tingled all over but then burst into flames. Her skin was on fire when he began to tongue her clitoris. Where she had been rubbing earlier he licked with his warm, soft, tongue. It was divine. Her body arched and he head fell back into the pillow. Her eyes rolled upwards as if they were going to roll into her brain. The flames on her skin burned her all over. His tongue was like a red hot poker and then he fucked her with his fingers. In and out they went whilst his poker branded her and she quivered all over. </div>
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The flames subsided only to be replaced by boiling hot liquid that coursed through her veins. His tongue bashed her mound so furiously that she shuddered into an orgasm almost trapping his fingers inside. Once her body relaxed the waves of intense pleasure drifted over her like feathers fanning away the hot flames. Her body sank into the bed and she was gone. She was on a cloud floating above the ocean when he entered her body. She realised as he thrust his hard cock into her that she was in heaven. </div>
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It was dreamy, like being in love. The cock she had hardened to rock solid over many hours was inside her. The hands of her husband's boss drifted all over her. Then came the kiss. It was romantic and soft. When she made love to her husband the kissing was passionate and wild but his was very different. It was caring, loving even. She enjoyed every single second of being with that man. Another orgasm washed over her as she enjoyed floating on that cloud. The vision she had engrained in her mind had come true. He lay on her and then behind her as he continued to hold himself inside the woman he had desired for a long time. </div>
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Perhaps she was dreaming. Perhaps she was still in her bed beside her husband and rubbing herself. Perhaps it was just a fantasy but then he came. The man jerked his cum into her body and that brought Lauren back to reality with a bump. Another man was ejaculating inside her. She had to go. She jumped up and it oozed out as she grabbed her shoes and said goodbye. She opened the door and ran across the hallway and into her room. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFbEmgts93NXs8CpP8A4oamID0BsrWs9vGr0LSvAgcnjXAnDRR_rXtNVwtuPq6-3_m83cgjcmZdXT96fTrQwC083MXB_iTnj1JFFsBuEe5pPT818c62ErGYUPY_X_ZE3VedM-0vhphA5k/s1600/1iDqBR-1221481851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFbEmgts93NXs8CpP8A4oamID0BsrWs9vGr0LSvAgcnjXAnDRR_rXtNVwtuPq6-3_m83cgjcmZdXT96fTrQwC083MXB_iTnj1JFFsBuEe5pPT818c62ErGYUPY_X_ZE3VedM-0vhphA5k/s320/1iDqBR-1221481851.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-34947839365216769432012-02-11T04:19:00.000-08:002012-02-11T04:19:28.156-08:00What's Your Favourite Nicci Greene Book? Poll | Take Polls, Surveys & Quizzes in I Love Nicci Greene Books<a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/group_polls.php">What's Your Favourite Nicci Greene Book? Poll | Take Polls, Surveys & Quizzes in I Love Nicci Greene Books</a>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-68562931171351486192011-12-30T05:42:00.000-08:002011-12-30T05:42:22.248-08:00an extract from my new book - SWINGING CONFESSIONS by Nicci Greene<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">W</span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">hen my husband and I began our journey into the life of swinging we tried many things most of which I write about in my first book, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">My Story confessions of a Swinger</i>. The book tells of how I met my husband and how we became swingers but back in those early days I was not the confident woman I am now. I can recall many scary times when my nerves were also very exciting. My husband too was nervous but we wanted to experiment and find our way so the one and only time we ever went to a club was on holiday in <place w:st="on">Europe</place>. We had talked about it before hand but had decided against it, even though most evenings we walked past the club on our way back to the hotel. Then one night I was perhaps a little bit more drunk than the others and I turned to him and said, ‘Let’s do it.’ He smiled and we raced down the steps, hand in hand, scared and excited, but completely unaware of what we were getting into. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">At the door we were met by three hefty looking bouncers who ushered us into a small room, which looked like a massive changing room with rows of pegs and an attendant. He was a small guy wearing only a pair of shorts. It was very warm inside and almost musty to smell. My husband described it like a men’s changing room. The attendant handed us a sheet of paper which had the club rules on it and a ticket for a peg. We were bemused at first but on reading the first line on the sheet we quickly realized that we had to strip naked to go inside. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">At that point my husband wanted to leave but we had made it that far and neither of us fancied making a run for it passed those burly bouncers so we took off our clothes. One of the rules was that you had to keep your footwear on so there was me standing in my bra and pants with my high heels on and him in his boxers when he said, ‘I think we should go in like this.’ I agreed and we headed for the door to the club but the attendant stopped us and simply said in a European accent, ‘No bras.’ He looked stern and was stood with his hand out. I turned to my hubby and he nodded so I removed my bra and handed it to him, watching as his eyes nearly popped out of his head, before turning to see that look on my husband’s face. That look of; this is a bad idea. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">The attendant opened the door and we saw inside for the first time. It was a dark place and not what we expected at all. It had a low ceiling painted black and the lights inside were dim. The music played softly in the corner, not like a bouncing bass-type style that we had experienced in the other clubs at street level within the city. We walked inside, him in his boxers and loafers, and me in just my little pink panties and high heels. We were both holding hands, tightly gripping each other, and filled with nerves and anticipation. I remember a sick feeling in my stomach, like the butterflies on your first day at school, and how that feeling somehow sobered me quickly so I could sense all that was going on. I think that is why, even to this day, I can recall every detail. Even as I write this my stomach is getting a mild case of those fluttering butterflies. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">In the corner, where the music was emanating from, there were people dancing, mostly girls dancing with girls, and we stood watching them. Most were completely naked but others, like us, had on their undies, leaving us feeling a little bit more comfortable. Apart from the few on the dance-floor, and a few sitting watching them, the club seemed empty and we began to feel like gooseberries with neither of us wanting to dance. My husband then said, ‘Let’s grab a booth.’ Only then did I notice that along each side were curtains, big heavy velvet curtains, mostly closed. A few, however, were slightly open revealing a semi-circular shaped sofa with a circular knee-high table in the middle. My husband pulled me over to the first one. He dragged back the curtain but inside were two naked girls kissing and beside them was a mass of men, all ages, sizes and shapes, also naked, and jerking off as they watched the display. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">My husband smiled and turned away but some of the men saw us, saw me, and came out of the booth. A nervous few minutes left us desperately looking for an empty booth as a growing number of naked men followed us. Finally we found one with the curtain open and it was empty. We shuffled inside and I sat down swiftly followed by a man who sat next to me before my husband could sit down. He was a large black man, completely naked and smiling at me. I looked at my husband who had his hand on the curtain to close it and I opened my eyes wide to beg him to come to me. He did but in doing so left the curtain open. He squeezed passed the naked big black man so he could sit on my left. He took hold of my left hand and held it tight but then another five or six men followed into the booth. They all sat opposite us staring at my breasts and touching themselves. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">I was shaking with fear and wondered if they were expecting us to have sex or put on a show for them. We expected that none of them would speak English so we didn’t know what to do or to say. We didn’t know what was expected within a club like that and that’s why we have never returned to one but there in that booth I felt unable to escape. Back then, as we had just embarked on our swinging journey, neither of us were ready for all these men to be there looking at me nearly naked. Then the black man broke the ice. He leaned across me with his large hand and introduced himself to my husband. I felt a little more at ease when I heard his <place w:st="on">East London</place> accent but then my ease waned when my husband had to let go of my hand to shake his. He introduced himself as Jerome but my husband didn’t give him a name in return and instead said, ‘Pleased to meet you.’ He then let go of my husband’s hand and I grabbed it again with my left hand squeezing it tight as if to say get us out of here. Jerome then pointed to one of the men opposite and introduced him as Terry. The man nodded in recognition but kept stroking his cock which was fully erect. My husband asked who the other men were but he shrugged and said, ‘I dunno.’ With that he smiled and said, ‘Is this your wife?’ My husband nodded and he then held his hand out for me to shake. I slipped my right hand into his and he shook it with a firm grip and repeated what my husband had said, ‘Pleased to meet you,’ but he didn’t let go. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">He took my hand and held it against his bare thigh. There I was sitting between two men, holding their hands, whilst another five guys jerked off and stared at me. What happened, however, next took me by complete surprise but looking back I should’ve known it was coming. Jerome pulled my hand across further until it touched his hard cock. He then asked me had I ever touched a black cock before but I was too nervous to answer. I was tongue-tied. I could feel his cock on the back of my hand when my husband answered, ‘No she hasn’t, at least not to my knowledge,’ or words to that effect. His remark made me kinda giggle, perhaps nervously, but my husband always makes me laugh and it was the way he said it. Then when Jerome said, ‘Do you want to,’ I just said, ‘Ok’ and he let go of my hand. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">That wasn’t what I wanted. I needed him to place my hand on him. Up until that point any men we had introduced to our marriage had taken control but he set my hand on his thigh making me take the initiative. I admit I was frightened. I don’t know what of but it wasn’t until my husband said, ‘Why don’t you hold it,’ that I let my hand wrap around it. It was quite thick but not as long as I imagined it would be but then I’ve learnt since that black cocks are not all big, despite the myth. In fact many white men are much larger and so it depends solely on the man rather than his race. In saying that, however, and as I state in my book, I have had far more sexual pleasure from small cocks than big ones but then I have also learnt that it’s all about the man rather than the cock. Jerome, whilst not long, was thick and having it in my hand made me very horny. I was aroused instantly and my inhibitions were soon banished when he leaned into me and took hold of my breast. I love being groped and I love to hold cock so I was enjoying the pleasure of both. So much so that my left hand relaxed its grip on my husband’s and he knew from that I was feeling a lot more at ease. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">The black man then leaned in some more and started sucking my nipple. It was divine having his big dark purple lips wrapped around my dark purple nipples and I found my hand stroking his cock before I let go of my husband completely. I put my left hand on Jerome’s shaved head holding him against my bosom and forgetting briefly about the other men and even my husband who were all watching. He ate my breasts and I played with him for a while before he pulled his head away to look again at the tits he had been enjoying. ‘Terry,’ he said, ‘she has amazing tits.’ We all watched his big black hands massaging my breasts as he said to his friend, ‘You gotta feel these.’ With that Terry stood and walked over to me. He dropped to his knees at my feet and slid his small chubby hands up along the tops of my thighs. His hands that had been rubbing his cock were touching my legs and I have to admit the fact that this dirty man’s hands were on me made me even more excited and I felt my legs open slightly allowing him to come closer to me. His hands slid from the tops of my legs all the way slowly up my body until he took hold of both of my breasts. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">I turned to my husband, still with my hand on the black cock, and there he was also wanking with his cock in his hand, just like the other men sat opposite. I noticed them then and I saw one spurt his cum out onto his leg before getting up to leave. Then I noticed something else. I felt the hard cock of the man between my legs touching me. It was rubbing against my inner thigh and leaking precum onto my leg. The black man’s cock was throbbing in my hand and I turned to look at him. I pushed my head towards his and we kissed. His hand held my face as we kissed and I felt his friend’s cock rubbing closer and closer to my wet panties. I didn’t want to have sex, not there, not with that man, but it seemed like it was about to happen. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">When he too started sucking my nipples the black man’s tongue was in my mouth and Terry’s cock was rubbing against my pussy through my panties. I could feel it rubbing against my clit and I felt something build within me. Those butterflies from my stomach had escaped and were fluttering about inside me as if they were brushing against the inside of me skin trying to burst through it. The black cock began leaking and I felt the warm cum jump onto my body. As he breathed heavy into my mouth my lungs took a gasp of the air from inside his body filling me with him as his cum released onto me and my hand. My pussy was throbbing and reeling as the pressure of the hard cock pressing against it made it open and wanting a man inside me. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">The black man pulled back and my entire body shook then his head dropped to take a nipple again in his mouth and that’s when I saw behind him about another eight or nine guys all standing at the entrance to the open booth watching as two different men, one black, one white, sucked on my nipples and that’s when it arrived. Like a freight train it burst through my body, bursting open my skin, and releasing those butterflies before sending my body crashing into orgasm. My husband was ready to cum onto his boxers and then the man whose cock had been so close to being inside me came too and I felt his warm cum ooze out onto me. At that point, surrounded by prying eyes, I lost control and I needed a dick in me so I pushed the guys off me with a force I didn’t know I had. I sat on my husband’s lap facing him and I eased his cock into me. He came instantly inside me and we rocked together for a bit before we held each other and kissed while the others watched. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: white;">We never went to a club again because we like to know what is likely to happen in advance but the thrill of not knowing is something that only certain people can deal with and it gave me an experience that will live vividly in my mind forever.</span></span></div>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-71945037904091289092011-12-30T05:38:00.000-08:002011-12-30T05:38:22.133-08:00The Sex Show Party<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">My husband and I met a couple at a swinging party that we both got on with really well. We broke our own rules and invited them back to our house for dinner so we could get to know them better and it was a really nice evening. We swapped partners at the table and sat with the others. My man was handsome and very sexy. He must’ve really liked me too because he never left my side all night. He held my hand as we stood together in the kitchen and then after dinner we sat together on the sofa, like teenage lovers, arms round each other, kissing and fondling while my husband and his wife did the same on the other sofa. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Later that night he came to my bed and my husband took his wife to the spare room. She was lovely and looked a bit like me with long dark hair and dark skin but with deep brown eyes. She too had sexy long fingernails which pleased my hubby. My man was tall and dark also and I enjoyed having him in my bed and inside me. He was tender, as if he was my lover, and the sex was really loving and slow. The following morning I woke him by stroking his flaccid penis until he was hard again. He looked into my eyes as I stroked him hard. His tender touch slid over my body and gently massaged my breast before I climbed onto him. I looked down at his handsome face as he held my breasts and stared up at me riding him until I rocked myself to a climax. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Afterward we kept in contact but only via email as we never exchange numbers. We usually didn't meet the same people more than once but both these swingers intrigued us with talk of their special parties. So after some deliberation my husband and I decided we would attend one and then cut all ties before we all became too attached.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">They lived in a huge house out in the country on its own and we felt out of place when we first arrived because we knew no one apart from them, whereas all the others seemed to be regulars. They showed us round their house and one room fascinated me. It was like a torture chamber with chains and whips. It even had a bed of nails on the floor alongside a weird contraption which looked like a rowing machine with a dildo on the seat. But what really caught my attention was a set of straps hanging from the ceiling. All I could imagine was having my arms strapped in place, high above my head, as I hung there blindfolded and naked, like his prisoner, waiting until I heard footsteps. Then I imagined all the other party goers arriving, hearing only their footsteps, before feeling their hands all over me. Men’s hands grabbing. Women’s hands caressing. Fingers in my mouth in my pussy. I don't mind admitting that my panties were already wet at my naughty thoughts. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">After the tour were brought into a different room, which had four large sofas arranged in a square around a mattress on the floor. It had a fitted white sheet neatly tucked in over it. All of the other couples were on the sofas and were fully clothed. I wondered what was going to happen but then it was explained. 'This is a sex show party.' The idea being two or three people, or more, would be chosen to put on a show for the others. My sexy lover turned to me first and asked if I wanted to join him on the mattress but I just shook my head so he turned to my husband. Being less shy he said, 'Ok, sure.' He was then asked to pick someone to join him and after my answer I was sure he wouldn't pick me but I was surprised when he didn't pick his lover, the co host, but in fact a younger blonde woman who wouldn't normally be his type. She was slim-waisted but with an ample bosom and long thin legs. I watched along with the others as they undressed each other and felt each other all over but I didn't like it. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">I watched her drop to her knees and suck him but it didn't turn me on. I looked at the others who were all getting very excited some women were jerking off the two men either side of them. Some girls were using vibrators to pleasure themselves and some men were sitting stroking their cocks. Then my husband entered her. She moaned loudly and cried out when he flipped her over and fucked her doggy style. Her moaning became louder and I felt nauseous until I closed my eyes and remembered that room and those straps. I kept my eyes closed even when I felt something sliding up my leg. Even when I realised it was a hand. Even when it reached my backside. Even when it slid my pants aside and took hold of my ass I kept my eyes closed, listening to her moaning, and imagining myself hanging from those straps. The combination of the hand inside my skirt, the thoughts in my mind, and the sound of my husband cumming aroused me so much so that I opened my eyes just as the last of his cum dripped onto her back. The man sitting on the sofa, next to where I was standing, removed his hand and smiled at me just before the host turned to me and said, ‘Your turn.’ I was so over whelmed I nodded. Next thing I knew he was undressing me while the others watched. He stripped me naked he asked me to lie on the mattress. I lay on my back feeling very nervous and even more so when the man who had groped me asked, 'Can I join you?' The host looked down and me and said, 'It's up to you?' My reply was simply, 'Ok.'</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">Before I knew it they were both naked and feeling me all over as my head turned from side to side kissing one and then the other. I could no longer see my audience but I knew what they were doing. That thought unsettled me further but when a finger went inside me I felt my body tensing. 'Relax,' my lover whispered in my ear before nibbling my neck and working his mouth and tongue across my chest and onto my nipples. But I couldn't relax. The fingers were fucking me in and out hard and it wasn't right. I was kinda sticky. When I looked down I saw the man that had already had his hand inside my panties smiling at me before burying his head between my legs replacing his fingers with his tongue. When his warm, wet, tongue met my clit my legs relaxed and fell to the side. My body began to gyrate and I finally enjoyed the nipple sucking and squeezing of my breasts before the man, my host, my lover, lifted himself up onto his knees and fed me his cock. I was sucking his cock as I enjoyed the tongue between my legs when I realised there was another man beside me and I was glad when I realised it was my husband. Next thing I knew I had my husband’s cock in my mouth tasting the sweet blonde pussy juice from him. Then I felt a trust from below and nearly choked as the man between my legs bucked hard into me. Fucking me hard he lifted my legs over his shoulder and pulling me towards him he rammed his cock deep inside me. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">My bum lifted from the mattress below me as he sank deeper inside. My hands stretched out and felt the legs of my husband and my lover. I felt around until I found their cocks and then again closed my eyes. Holding a cock in each hand and feeling another digging into me I felt an orgasm build within me just before he pulled out, dropping my legs, and sprayed his cum all over my stomach. The host, my lover, replaced that man but he slid inside me with ease and gently thrust into me as I played with my husband’s cock. I closed my eyes, remembering again my little fantasy, and imagining myself once more in that room, strapped and hanging, while I enjoyed a wonderful and powerful orgasm engulf my body. It was zipping through me as the man continued to fuck me tenderly then pulled out and stood up before dribbling his come down onto my chest. My husband looked down at me lying there with the cum on me and smiled before leaning over and kissing me. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">I was filled with sex and desire so I sat up, pushing him down, and forgetting where I was and who was watching. I rubbed my cum stained tits down his torso and down past his still hard cock, rubbing my firm erect nipples over his knob, before taking it into my mouth again and sucking him. I was on all fours sucking his cock when he came into my mouth. Don't ask me why but I sat up and stuck out my tongue to the others showing them my husband’s cum before swallowing it and standing up to a round of applause. My husband and I took our clothes to the bathroom where we cleaned ourselves and dressed ourselves before agreeing to sneak out and leave. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">We were emailed twice by our new lovers but to date we have never replied.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: white;">THIS IS AN EXTRACT FROM MY NEW BOOK Swinging Confessions COMING SOON!</span></span></div>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-2027914420773511172011-03-17T05:46:00.000-07:002011-03-17T05:46:26.537-07:004 guys and 1 BJ<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Last week my husband was away on a business trip during the week and as I hate staying alone in the house I invited two of his mates round to stay. The idea being we would have a few drinks then crash. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">What I didn’t expect was the two other guys they brought with them. One was short and chubby with jet black hair and the other was tall and gangly with long dirty fair hair. I had never met either of them before and I wondered if they knew my husband.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">We all sat together in the living room chatting, listening to music and have a few drinks. I was drinking wine which is never a good idea because it can get me very drunk and sometimes very randy but they brought the booze and I didn’t like the beers they brought. They were cheap imports which tasted like metal in your mouth.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Anyway before long the conversation began to take a lower tone and they kept asking me to give the tall gangly lad a BJ. Apparently it was his birthday in a couple of days and they thought it would be a great pressie for him. I had given my husband’s other tow friends blow jobs before but I barely knew this guy so I kept saying no at first then after a while I said I might give him a hand job. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">The wine flowed and the conversation descended further as all talk became dirty and the guys I knew told the other two about the times I had sucked their dicks and kept going on about my great tits and how amazing they were. I was flattered by the chat but I knew what was coming. They kept asking me to get them out and show them off and as I had new sexy blue underwear on I decided to show off and removed my t-shirt just to show them my bra. My hubby had bought me the set as a pressie and it was very sexy so as you can imagine they were all very excited at seeing me sitting in my bra and drinking wine.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Then the phone went. It was my husband and I told him his mates were round but neglected to tell him about the other boys. I was distracted when one of his mates sat beside me and whilst I was still chatting to my hubby he started to take pics of my chest with his mobile phone. He was taking close ups of my cleavage and distracting me from my call. Then without warning he slipped a hand inside my bra and started fondling me. I told my husband I had to go but he wouldn’t get off the phone. Then he lifted my boob out exposing the nipple to all the guys there before taking more pics. I couldn’t get my hubby off the phone and then <place w:st="on">PING</place> my bra was opened and being removed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I was never as glad to finish a call with my husband as the guy next to me fondled and groped me. The others had their mobiles out and were also taking pics of my breasts and I was topless sitting there with my husband’s friend groping me. I liked it, I loved it, I loved the attention he paid to my tits and the fact that all the other guys were staring and taking pics. It turned me on so much so that I decided to give the birthday boy his wish and give him the BJ he was after. He was sat next to me on the other side so I reached across and started playing with his crotch. He realised what was happening and reached across for a grope. I was sitting on my sofa between two guys and each of them had one of my breasts in their hand and they gently massaged my tits. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I opened birthday boys jeans and took out his cock which was already hard and I was getting more horny as I stroked it. I leant over and licked the shaft then kissed his knob but before taking him into my mouth I reached my head to his and kissed him. we snogged for a while with his hand on my breast and mine on his cock which was throbbing in my hand. The others still snapped away with their camera phones as they cheered and jeered me on. the guy that had removed my bra was behind me and I felt him tugging at my jeans to get them off too. I raised my bum so he could pull them down then I stood so he could ease them off my legs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I turned to the other two boys and posed for them briefly as I stood there just wearing my new sexy blue lace panties before dropping to my knees and giving birthday boy his BJ.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">What amazed me was how I felt. The attention of the guys made me horny. Being semi-naked in front of them all made me even more randy and I knew I wanted more…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">So I stood up before birthday boy could come into my mouth and I removed my pants much to the delight of the camera photographers who were still snapping away and jeering and that’s when I went too far and sat astride the birthday boy taking his cock in my hand and guiding it inside me. His eyes lit up with glee as he entered me and we started snogging again. He was a great kisser and as his tongue lashed in and out of my mouth his dick thrust inside me. I bounced up and down on him riding him, my boobs jiggled up and down at first before he took them firmly in his hands and began sucking my nipples.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">He came quickly and finished with my tit still inside his mouth. I wasn’t satisfied though and I wanted more. As I stood up I felt his cum ooze out of me and I caught it with my t-shirt when I lifted it from the floor. I was stood naked with cum dripping out of me in front of the four guys when I decided to take one of them upstairs. Of the two I knew I had shagged one and given the other a few blow jobs so I decided to take the chubby newcomer up for a ride. I took his hand and asked him to take me to bed. He was quick o oblige and we kinda raced up the stairs. He rushed getting undressed and although I helped him it took ages to get him naked as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. His hands shook and his dick quivered with delight of what was to come. Unfortunately though he came quickly. He climbed on top and I took his full weight onto me as he bucked into me. Before long he too had come inside me and fell beside me covered in beads of sweat but I still wasn’t done. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I told him to send up another, I didn’t care who and sure enough my husband’s friend arrived. It was the guy I had shagged a couple of times before so we kinda knew each other in that way which helped. He showed me his phone and we sniggered at the pics he had of my breasts and my nipple and then the pictures of me and his friend made me get very wet down below. He took his time and fingered me for ages as I stroked his dick. We kissed not like the chubby guy and the kissing was long, lingering and sensual. As he rubbed the top of my clit I enjoyed a nice orgasm, not a thunderous earth shattering one but a nice calming one where waves of intense pleasure washed over me as if I were lying on the beach being lapped by gentle warm waves of Caribbean sea.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">We were still lying beside each other when he lifted my leg and entered me. He groped wildy at my tits as he bucked hard into me then faster until he came. He was breathing heavy into my face and grabbing my tits hard when he exploded inside me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I was happier, perhaps even satisfied but I couldn’t leave out his friend.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">When he arrived I was lying naked on the bed with my back to him. I was tired and still tipsy from the wine and could have easily laid there and gone over to sleep but I enjoyed his fingers as they drifted over my shoulders at first and then down my spine. His fingertips lightly touched my skin all over sending tingles inside me to meet the waves of pleasure still lapping inside.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">His finger tips became fingers and then hands as his touch changed from light and sensual to heavy and erotic before his hand found its way between my legs. He rubbed my soaking wet vagina for ages making me moan in pleasure and awakening my desire for another orgasm.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">He fucked me with his fingers and my backside moved toward him as I arched my back upward. He pulled me up onto all floors with two fingers inside me and then thrust his penis hard into me. He fucked me hard doggy style as I screamed in pleasure. He was rough and smacked my backside as he banged me. I bit my lip but couldn’t hold in the moans. I shoved my face into the pillow to muffle my screams but I couldn’t breath. He slapped me harder and with that shoved himself in deeper and I shouted, oh yes oh yes oh yes as he continued shoving me forward until I came.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It was intense burst of pleasure emanating up from between my legs and jolting through me like millions of tiny vibrators all plugged into the sensual parts of my body and they continued as he continued until he pulled out and came all over my back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I was finally satisfied and fell asleep thinking that on that night I had snogged tow blokes, given one a BJ, had all four of them inside me and three of them had ejaculated into me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I was definitely satisfied, but just for that night. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://i-proclaimbookstore.com/mystcoofse.html">http://i-proclaimbookstore.com/mystcoofse.html</a></div>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-516205966590463522011-03-12T04:47:00.000-08:002011-03-12T04:47:00.250-08:00Confessions of a Temptress<strong>Chapter 12- The Caravan</strong><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He returned one day all smiles and said he e had been talking to Uncle Tommy at lunchtime. I imagined the two of them grumping over lunch, complaining about work, about their canteen and about the fruit I persisted in packing. He was beaming because he had previously been lamenting that we had no money to go on holiday and with us both having time off the following week he was annoyed that he couldn’t take me somewhere.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">At first it was a surprise when he told me that Tommy had offered us his caravan for the week and that he had accepted. I thought that was awfully generous of him especially after the last time I stayed there but that’s when I realised why he did it. David went on to tell me that Tommy had said we could have the caravan for the week as long as we didn’t mind him being there at the weekend. He apparently went there most weekends and had allegedly arranged to go that very weekend.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It was no longer a surprise to me and I knew what he would be after. He was to arrive on the Friday night and would leave on the Sunday when we were leaving so he could get the keys from us. My boyfriend knew nothing about my encounters with Uncle Tommy and had willingly agreed thinking he was doing us a massive favour, but I knew different.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We had a great week down at the caravan. We went into the town most nights, which was a long walk from the campsite but well worth it. It took about forty minutes to walk into the town but it only ever seemed like thirty minutes when walking back. That was, however, unless we were drunk and then the same journey seemed to take hours. The town was like any other seaside town with a beach and a promenade lined with shops and amusement arcades. We went to the amusements during the day and on the Wednesday night we went to the funfair. I wanted to go there again but it was too expensive but we had a blast that night on the big wheel and the roller coaster. He bought himself a hot dog from a burger van and got some candyfloss. As we walked back and I let the floss melt in my mouth and when he took my hand in his I looked at him, thinking how it was a special night and that I felt something with him. I know now I wasn’t in love but perhaps I cared for him and felt the love he had for me. He was only my second real boyfriend and he made me feel happy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We walked a lot that week and on the Friday before Uncle Tommy arrived we went for a long walk along the beach and then we he arrived he immediately began complaining and moaning particularly about the sand in the caravan. I was making the dinner, burgers and chips and luckily had made extra just in case.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He arrived just as I was finishing off and thank-fully calmed down after his belly was full. Both of them sat drinking beer out of cans, burping and complaining about work, as usual.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I tried to watch telly but their grumping drowned it out so I ended up listening to them and after they finished on work as a topic they started on women and then cars which perked them up a bit before they started on football. That conversation descended into an argument over who was the best midfield player of all time. In the end Tommy stormed off to bed and my boyfriend opened another beer, which he drank half of before falling asleep on the sofa.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I waited a while hoping he would wake but he didn’t so I went on into our bedroom and got changed for bed. I had a nice white satin teddy with me that just covered my bum. I normally wore it to bed without any underwear and although it had little shoulder straps but hung low exposing a lot of my chest but I liked It because felt nice against my skin and I always felt horny when I first slipped it on. I came back out to the living area to get my boyfriend but he was still sound asleep. I tried to wake him hoping he would notice me in my satin teddy and come to bed but all I got out of him was a grunt and he began to remind me more and more of Tommy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I kept trying and managed to wake him enough to get him up off the sofa and take a glass of water before stumbling into the bedroom bouncing off the walls as he attempted to walk knocking the caravan from side to side as if it was moving like a ship on choppy water. He stumbled through the tiny doorway into the bedroom and fell face first onto the bed, fully clothed and was out for the count.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I sat on the bed looking at myself in the mirror as I brushed my long straight dark hair. I liked the way I looked in my teddy and the way it looked as the static made it cling to my body outlining my breasts. I don’t know why I did what I did at that moment but I looked around at my boyfriend who was beginning to snore and I stood up and walked out of the room making my way across the caravan to the other bedroom. I didn’t knock the door just walked on it and shut it behind me. It creaked as I shut it which alerted Uncle Tommy to my presence. His body rose as he lifted himself onto his elbows in the bed thinking he was dreaming at the vision before him. His window curtains were not closed and the inky black sky made the window look like a jet black painting. As I walked forward the moonlight came through the window lighting me up like a firefly and extenuating my curves. I grabbed the bed sheet and with one large tug pulled it right off the bed and onto the floor at my feet. It was nearly my turn to laugh as I saw my Uncle Tommy in the bed before me. He was short and very hairy. He was wearing only pants which were old fashioned and tiny. His chest was thick with black wiry hair, which matched the hair on his legs and arms and upper lip.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He had small legs and very ugly feet. His hands were hairy too but large like shovels sitting either side of him. He said nothing and nor did I as I hitched up my teddy and climbed onto the bed. I’m sure he caught a glimpse down my front as I shuffled up towards him. I ran my hands up his legs careful not to touch his feet and as I did the bulge in his pants grew until the material could no longer hide the rising tower. His knob peeked out the top of his pants as his tower finished rising and stood erect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I pulled his pants down and off throwing them to the floor to meet the bedcover then I ran my hands through the hair on his thighs and around his penis sliding my legs on top of his.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest. I came right up to him and sat my vagina onto his penis, which throbbed beneath me. I took his hands and placed them onto my breasts and the feeling of smooth satin filled his cock with blood almost pushing me upwards towards the tin roof. I slid forward then back taking his cock inside me as he let out his usual grunt from behind his moustache. He held my tits gently as I began to ride him rocking gently back and forth on top of him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">His hands dropped as I leant back further bouncing up and down on him and thrashing my hair from side to side as his grunting became louder and louder until he exploded into me. When he finished I simply got off him lifting the bedcover and throwing it back over him and turned to leave giving him a little wave with my hand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘What about my blow job?’ he said and I shook my head as I left his room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The following morning when I got up I could smell Uncle Tommy off me so I jumped into the shower. When I came out I wrapped myself in the towel and walked out drying my hair with a smaller towel held in my hands. Tommy was sitting on the sofa both arms spread out beside him with no telly on and the curtains were still closed from the night before.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘What are you doing?’ I asked but before he answered my next question came, ‘Where’s David?’ </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘I sent him to the shop to get charcoal for the barbeque.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘But that shop down there doesn’t do charcoal.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘I know’ he replied.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">There was a shop on the caravan site but for some reason they did not sell firelighters or charcoal perhaps it was because they preferred people not to barbeque on site.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘He’ll have to go into town then’, said I.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘I know’ said Tommy grinning from behind his moustache and I knew straight away what he had done and what he was after, me!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘I need a cup of tea first’, I said, ‘do you want one?’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘Sure’ was his reply</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I made us both tea and toast and I tied my wet hair up by wrapping it in the smaller towel. I carried his tea over to him and then brought my tea over along with the plate of toast.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I sat close to him and put my legs across his. He was taken aback by my confidence so much so that he asked me, ‘Can I put my hand inside your towel?’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘You never asked before’ I said smiling.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He sniggered again and slid his hand inside the towel fumbling until he found my breast. He grunted as he groped me and I felt him rise again beneath my legs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I let him feel me for a while building his excitement then I stood up dropping the towel to the floor and letting him see my naked body in all its glory for the first time. My hair was still held up by the other towel and as I turned and walked through the kitchen so he could see me from behind I removed it dropping it also to the floor letting my long dark damp hair fall. I walked straight into his bedroom before stopping as I opened the door. I then turned back to him and said, ‘Come on then.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He bounded up from the sofa and came into the bedroom. He was wearing a lumberjack styled checked shirt rolled up at the sleeves exposing his hairy arms and a pair of light coloured shorts with the shirt tucked in. I told him to sit on the bed and I knelt before him opened his shorts and gave him the blow job he had been waiting for but just as I thought he was about to climax I stopped, teasing him. I got up and walked back out to the kitchen. He followed me quickly and grabbed my wrist like that time at my party and again it hurt. He pinned me up against the cupboard the same one he had held me against the previous summer. He kissed me again as he had done before with me pinned there like before and tickling my nose like before but that time I opened my mouth to let his tongue inside. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He fucked me up against the cupboard almost lifting me up with his shovel hands holding my thighs. He was small but strong and I felt really good as he penetrated me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">When he finished I felt something I had never felt before. I know now I was close to orgasm but I had never enjoyed one before so I wasn’t sure but I liked it and it made me feel even more horny so I pushed him back and starting kissing him again whilst grabbing his dick in my hands</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘Slow down’ he said and he took my hand and guided me to the sofa. He lay me down on the sofa and knelt in front of me like I had done to him in the bedroom. He parted my legs and rubbed my inner thighs with his coarse shovels and the excitement was building inside me once again like a drug. It was like coming on ecstasy at first when his fingers touched me. His thumbs ran up and down the lips of my clitoris before parting them exposing them to the air. I was tingling down there and it was fabulous but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He leant forward and began to lick me. His moustache tickled me exciting me more. His tongue lashed wildly up and down my lips like his thumbs had done before but then entered me like a small wet warm penis. In and out it went before his fingers followed while his tongue rubbed me in just that spot with my skin being tickled by his moustache. The rush came like a rush of speed starting at my toes and running up my body like the hands of those boys back on my 17<sup>th</sup> birthday party. I held my arms up above my head just as the rush ran up to my fingertips and it was the most divine feeling I had ever felt.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">After that orgasm my whole body was super sensitive and Tommy shagged me once again as I lay back on the sofa in nirvana. He watched as my breasts jiggled up and down as he bucked me wildly. He was the man I longed for the man I had desired. It was what I had wanted with the college professor, someone to desire me and enjoy me but want me to have that same enjoyment too. He fucked me until he finished once more inside me and then fell forward onto my naked sensitive body and held it tight in his arms. It was that hug I longed for over as he held me close and waves of intense pleasure crashed through my body.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I then noticed the time and thought we had better stop before my boyfriend returned but knowing it would probably be his last time with me he just couldn’t let me go. I got away from him by squirming out from below him still holding his hand as I tried to walk away until eventually his fingertips and mine parted and his hand fell to the floor but as I walked through the kitchen on the way back to the room he came quickly behind me running his hands all over me and holding me again as he groped my breasts. I turned my head to kiss him again and he swiftly spun me round towards the sink. I grabbed the sink with my hands bent over it as he entered me again from behind penetrating deep inside. He pushed me forward with his thrusts and I held on tight to the sink. He kept banging me until he heard a noise and quickly left me putting his penis away and placing it back into his shorts. I ran into the bedroom and tried to put on my clothes with my hands trembling with a mix of fear and excitement as adrenaline took over from the rushes of sexual pleasure. I was still dressing when I heard my boyfriend enter the caravan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘That bloody shop down there didn’t have any and I had to go all the way into town’ I heard him say as I endeavoured to button my jeans with shaky hands. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘It was hard work carrying this bag all the way back’ he continued to say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘Thanks son’ Uncle Tommy said as I walked out from the bedroom finally dressed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My hair was still a little damp and very messy and my face was pink and flushed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘I’m not long out of the shower’ I said to him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">‘I can see that’ he said before turning to Tommy to complain. ‘She does this at home you know, even leaves her wet towels lying on the floor. I apologise’ he said as he picked the towel up I had left in the living room then walking back towards me lifted the one I had dropped in the kitchen and threw them at me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I caught them in my arms as he said to me in passing, ‘He was kind enough to let us stay the least you is keep the place tidy.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I looked over at Uncle Tommy and I could tell he was smiling even though his moustache covered it well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I often looked back at that weekend and at that little holiday and how it ended. I always remember that look on Tommy’s face but what I remember most was my first orgasm. It was amazing and for weeks later it was all I could think about.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My boyfriend would come home every day and I found myself asking him about Uncle Tommy rather than the other way round. He never suspected anything though even when I asked him time and time again to give me oral sex but he always refused saying that he didn’t really like it. At times he would try but it wasn’t the same. Perhaps it was Tommy’s moustache that had done the trick or perhaps his technique or maybe that he enjoyed it but I wasn’t to know all I knew was that I wanted so much to experience an orgasm again but thought that I never would. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My boyfriend and I had sex, usually when he wanted to and although we did it on the sofa, usually in bed, or sometimes even in the kitchen it never gave me those electrifying feelings or waves of intense pleasure that I got in the caravan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It wasn’t until a family wedding until I felt those waves again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I was still in my dressing gown and my hair was a mess. I would sometimes get in the bath with Jake but that day I wanted to have a shower so I could wash my hair and had left it until after my cuppa to go when the doorbell rang.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I’m sure I was a sight with my angry face, greasy straggly straw like hair and my pink, towelling dressing gown with spaghetti stains on the front of it. My nails were of need of attention and I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. My hair was died blonde back then and always looked greasy when I hadn’t washed it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I was amazed at the man I saw before me. He was dark skinned with no hair on his head and the sunlight reflected off his head like an 8 ball of a pool table under the light. He was smartly dressed in a light grey coloured suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and the next button loosened also. No tie but his collar sat up against the sides of his neck as if it were starched. My scowl disappeared as he smiled and my attention was drawn to his dazzling white teeth encased in his large soft lips.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I cracked a smile of my own and he started his pitch.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He was a salesman and was attempting to flog home alarm systems in the neighbourhood but I stopped him mid-flow and asked him would he be back this way again. I was happy to hear that he was in my area for the next couple of weeks and I asked him to call again the next day when I could be more prepared for him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">That night I thought about sex in bed for the first time in ages. I thought about his teeth and lips and what it might be like to kiss them. My thoughts turned to his hands and what it might be like to watch his dark hands all over my body or to watch my hands touching his smooth black skin. My thoughts then turned to his package and what might be hidden inside his trousers. I wondered if his manhood would be large, maybe even too big? I hadn’t had too many large men but the ones I did have had left me sore and I was feeling a little anxious about what I might find if I went looking.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">That didn’t deter me though and the next day I began my preparations early. I had left my shower until late the night before. I also shaved my legs and put on face tan before going to bed. That morning, between running around after the destroyer and tidying, I had managed to get my clothes ready and had tied my hair up so that it wouldn’t get wrecked when I was bathing Jake. I left my hair and nails until after he went down for his nap and had just applied the finishing touches to my make up when I heard the downstairs window tap. I had told him not to ring the bell for fear of waking the baby. He was no longer a baby but in my eyes he was, especially after I cradled him before putting him down to sleep.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I was wearing my tight jeans that I was proud to be able to fit into again and had painted my nails a nice pearly white as I didn’t want to go dark and appear vampish or too keen to impress. I wore a white shirt to compliment his and opened mine at the front as he did so as to expose my cleavage. I made sure I was wearing the right bra to hold together my breasts and give them a good shape.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I had curled my hair loosely, which I favoured ever since the charity ball and I had my hair dyed blonde at that time. As you can imagine I was looking a million times better than the last time I opened the door to the salesman.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He was no longer in his grey suit and this time his suit was a dark blue pinstripe affair with a light blue shirt underneath but once again his buttons were open and his collar was high and neatly pressed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I asked him to come in and he did. As he stepped inside I noticed his tan leather loafers and thought he was the epitome of cool.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">My husband would never have worn anything but black shoes with a dark suit and although I always liked him in his work attire I never saw another man who wore a suit as well as the salesman.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I brought him into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. I was sitting close to him, not too close so that our legs were touching but close enough to see his laptop and he opened it for me resting it on his lap.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I watched his dark hands as they prised open the computer opening it carefully like a clam shell as if inside would be a prize pearl.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">His fingers keyed in commands and swished quickly around the mouse pad. I noticed his fingertips were pink getting darker as the colour turned to brown and then black then I noticed his wedding ring. I asked him was he married and he told me he had only just got married. We talked for a bit about weddings and his honeymoon which had been in <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Thailand</place></country-region>. Before starting his sales pitch he showed me pictures he had on his laptop of his honeymoon and his wife who was striking. She was tall and very slim and very beautiful. She too was dark skinned and they both seemed really happy in the pictures.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I relaxed a little after that and listened to his pitch. It seemed logical to have his device fitted as it allowed you to hear if intruders were around your property before they had a chance to gain entry. It worked on a serious of beeps and lights on a display which was kept in your bedroom. When someone walked down your driveway one of the lights would come on outside and on the display panel a little red light would appear and the panel would beep alerting you that someone was there. Different lights and beeps sounded as they came to your front door or back door so you would know, lying in your bed, if there was a prowler on your property.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I was taken in by his pitch and went off to get my diary to discuss the best time to have it fitted. I would normally discuss things like this with my husband first but I wanted to spend more time with this man so I was definitely buying his product. We chatted about dates and the forthcoming holidays and he seemed to finally warm to me. As we chatted he turned towards me slightly and I felt that his body language was showing me that he liked me. I caught his eyes drop to glimpse my cleavage on more than one occasion and I felt that I was nearing the time to make my move on him. The thoughts of his marriage and his honeymoon left me and were replaced by what I had thought about lying in bed the night before. I wanted there and then to see his magnificent cock and to hold it in my hand. I had been with married men before when my husband and I were swinging so to me he was fair game. As his eyes dropped to my cleavage mine would drop to between his legs hoping to see the bulge rise or stir as I sent out the signals that I wanted him inside me. We flirted a little and I felt it was the time to strike. At first I put my hand on his leg and laughed as he said something funny, taking it away again as if it were a reaction along with the laughter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Then the conversation turned to the bedroom and where the panel his company was to fit would go. I asked if he would like to come upstairs and show me and as I uttered the words in my best sensual tone I stroked the top of his leg. He pulled back slightly from me and answered by lifting the laptop he had put to one side back onto his lap protecting his legs from me and the area I really wanted to get my hands on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He told me the likely spots were it should go but I didn’t take no for an answer and said once more that he should take me upstairs and show me. This time I slipped my hand into his shirt where it was unbuttoned and felt his smooth skin on my fingers but he stood up abruptly closing his laptop and said he was happily married telling me in no uncertain terms that he was not up for anything with me. I sat on the sofa in front of him and raised my hand once more to his leg. I ran it up his leg as I asked him, ‘Don’t you fancy me?’ but he didn’t move. When my hand reached its target he still didn’t flinch and I felt his bulge stir as my hand felt around his groin.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">‘You are a beautiful and sexy woman but I can’t cheat on my wife, I love her and I’m only just married…. Please…’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He didn’t finish his sentence and he didn’t exactly tell me to stop so I continued to rub him until I felt his penis rise under his trousers. I felt it hard but not as big as I had imagined and so I decided to take a closer look, unzipped his trousers and put my hand inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">‘Please’, he said once more but again he didn’t say stop.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I took out his penis and held, in my hand, for the first time a dark black cock. My pearly white nails were stark in contrast to his skin and his penis was average in size which made me more determined to have it in me. I looked up at him as I stroked it while it throbbed in my hand as if it willed me to take it inside me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He seemed anxious but unable to resist as his hard cock wanted to be with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He spoke just once more,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">‘I can’t’ he said but yet again he didn’t tell me to stop. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He seemed to be saying that he could not do anything but wanted me to carry on. In my mind he wanted me to take him into my mouth and so I did.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I licked his dark shaft and looked up into his eyes as I did it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He looked at me at first, keeping his hands firmly by his side, one holding his laptop tightly in its grip the other forming a fist as the frustration in his throbbing penis created a build up deep within him. A build up that he and I both knew would have to be released. A build up that kept him from leaving or removing himself from my mouth. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Looking down at me he would have seen this blonde thrashing her hair from side to side as she licked each side of his shaft before plunging it deep into her mouth.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I sucked hard on him and then my hand pulled out his balls.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I put them in my mouth too and as I did he came exploding the build up out from the tip and onto the floor between us. I carefully put him back inside his trousers before standing up. I leaned in to kiss his big soft lips but he turned his head away and said he must go and with that, he left.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">That night once more I lay in bed thinking of him. Knowing now he was a manageable size I wanted him inside me but I didn’t know if I would ever see him again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">A couple of days later we received the contract in the post and I went through it with my husband. Thank-fully he agreed to it and I hoped I would again see the salesman but he didn’t call. His number was on the contract so I rang him and left a message. I didn’t want to say anything that his wife might discover and be suspicious off so I just said that I still needed him to show me where the panel was to be fitted knowing he would know that I wanted him in my bedroom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">It was nearly a fortnight since I had seen him at first and I knew he was leaving the area after that and moving on so I had given up hope of ever seeing him again until I heard a tap on my window. It was Jake’s naptime and he had kindly tapped the window knowing not to disturb him. He had no laptop this time but looked as cool as ever. He was wearing a moave coloured suit which looked amazing against his skin and his shirt was stripped with thin dark brown and tan colours whilst the rest of it was a bright white.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He caught me unawares once more and I was wearing an old pink vest top without a bra and a pair of denim shorts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I had thrown my clothes on that morning when a parcel arrived and they were the first things I could put my hand to so they were not an outfit I would have put together otherwise. I was a little embarrassed as once again he had caught me not at my best. I had no make up on and my hair was tied up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He looked at me differently though, with an intent in his gaze he had not had before and despite my dress seemed to be happy to see me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">‘Come in, come in’, I said, ‘I thought I wasn’t going to see you again?’ He stepped inside once more in his tan loafers. ‘I’m a mess’, I said but as I shut the door he grabbed me. ‘Not to me’, he said and spun me round to meet his face. He was leaning down so that our faces were inches apart as he held me by my waist. ‘I have been thinking about you every day, I can’t get you out of my mind’, as he spoke my smile widened and I knew then I had got him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">We kissed and his big soft lips tasted divine as they took over my mouth controlling it as if he were a professional kisser, ‘Hmm you’re a great kisser’, I said which spurred him on. We kissed at the front door for some time and his hands felt their way slowly to grope my bum before he pulled away smiling, ‘Now let’s see where that panel is going to go’, ‘show me the bedroom’. He grinned when he uttered the words of our private joke and I too smiled back at him itching to get my hands on him again. We raced upstairs and I could’ve jumped him as soon as he neared my bed but he slowed the pace down.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Continuing the game he started to talk shop pretending to care where the panel would be fixed. As he spoke I watched his white teeth shine as his words were told to me in jest and his smile widened as his words began to sound ludicrous.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">We were like bad actors in a very bad porn film as we continued with the charade. He took off his jacket saying, ‘It’s warm in here’, again as if he were reading from the script. ‘Sure is’, I replied as if reading from the same, ‘let me take that shirt off for you?’ and with that I undid the few remaining buttons and pulled the shirt from his trousers noticing that his cool tan belt matched his cool tan shoes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Opening his shirt was like unwrapping a present you had longed for so much so that you had begged to open it sooner but still had to wait until the right time and this was it, the right time. He was ready and he watched me unravel him and drop his shirt to the floor. He was better than I imagined. His chest was smooth and silky like I imagined but toned as if he were carved from a rich dark chocolate into the perfect shape for a man. He had abs carved from the same chocolate that were shaped in the most perfect symmetrical fashion.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">My hands ran up his front and onto his rounded shoulders. I wanted to bite into the chocolate but instead kissed his chest as he stood there motionless watching and enjoying my every move.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">My hands seemed so pale against his dark skin and I wanted to see his hands on me. I stepped back from him staring at his amazing black body and with one swift movement pulled my top up over my head releasing to him my perfect chest. At that time I too had the toned body of a statue but compared to him mine seemed carved of white marble which had been blushed with a light shade of pink. I had always prided myself in being tanned but next to him and having not been away on holiday that year I seemed paler than ever before.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He didn’t seem to mind as he stared at my chest before raising his dark hands to take a hold of my breasts. He held them in each hand like they were fragile and would break at any moment if too much pressure was applied. We both watched his hands explore my front like I had done to him. They swept over my body as if the chocolate was melting onto the marble dripping down from my shoulders down my arms back up and back onto my breasts holding them this time in a less delicate way. He kissed me again and his hands finally squeezed my breasts as my hand raised to stroke his face. His big soft lips kissed my hand and then my lips before making their way down to my neck.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">His lips gently kissed me again and again each time making a soft noise as they left my skin only to return again in a different place always lower than before. His big soft lips reached my nipple and again the noise of his kiss sounded as he kissed my breast and then kissed my nipple. Taking the nipple in his lips he kissed it as if it were my mouth then sucking gently as it rose into his mouth.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">When his lips returned they were lower once more as he lowered his body down and kissed my stomach. The last time it had been kissed was when I had been pregnant years before. His tender soft kisses were like butterflies landing on me and flying away returning lower each time until the butterflies reached the top of my shorts. He dragged them off me exposing my pants which felt the butterfly on them as they filled inside with moisture. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I placed my hands onto his smooth head feeling it as he kissed me down below. It was soft not hard as I imagined. I lifted my hands away and used them to squeeze my breasts together as they filled with blood. The rest of my blood raced down to meet the butterflies below.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I was soaking wet and embarrassed at how wet I was but I stood firm as he dragged my pants off and the butterflies kissed my legs. His big black hands ran up and down my thighs readying me for him. My clitoris quivered with excitement as the butterflies landed on it but then flew up again, back up this time onto the other side of my body resting on my other nipple before he sucked gently on that one taking it inside his mouth. His hands caressed my bum as he rose upwards and then came up my back as if the chocolate was melting upwards defying gravity as it came.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Once again we were face to face and then he stepped forward pushing me backwards as I stepped back towards the bed but before we reached the bed. I stepped to the side and pushed him down onto the bed before me. He lay there looking up at my naked body as I leant over and unbuckled his belt sliding it out from its loops with ease and dropped it as the buckle clanged onto the wooden floor. For a brief moment I became a mother again as the thought that the noise might wake the baby startled me but it left me again when he didn’t stir.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I became lost once more in the moment as I slipped off his clothes. First his trousers then his underwear. He wore white Calvin Klein tight black trunks and before I removed them I slid my hands up his dark muscly thighs to meet them, taking in the picture before me of the man sculpted from chocolate lying on my bed in his undies which held his package as if too were sculpted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I whipped them off to reveal his already hard cock which I took immediately in my hand. I licked it once more like a chocolate bar as I savoured the rich dark flavour before me. I didn’t take in my mouth this time because I wanted him inside me and was conscious of the time we might have left so I mounted him and sat on his thighs. He pulled himself up on the bed so his head was on the pillows and I followed landing on top of his cock exactly where I wanted to be.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He put his hand down and I rose to allow him to place it inside. At first he rubbed it back and forth before placing it in the spot allowing me to dive back down onto it, plunging it deep inside me. The initial force filled me with sexual pleasure so much so that I could not contain myself and rocked wildly back and forth on top of him, riding him like a galloping wild black stallion. My hands lifted into my hair as I welled with ecstasy from within, closing my eyes as I rocked and then slowed to a rhythmic pace before leaning back with my hands on my head to feel him press against me deep inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">When I came forward I couldn’t hold myself up and fell forward onto him. His hand ruffled my hair as I lay on him and he began bucking upwards toward me filling me again with the ecstasy and strength to lift my body upwards. His hands groped and massaged my chest holding me up and preventing me from falling towards him as I once again rocked wildly on top of him. My hands grabbed the headboard to steady myself and holding it tight in my hands my knuckles became white as I grabbed it and shuddered my body into an orgasm. One which I had controlled myself from start to finish. His hands left my chest and I fell once more onto him. He rolled me over onto my side and we faced each other with his cock still hard inside me as we kissed and I enjoyed the aftermath of the orgasm.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He bucked gently into me before getting faster and then turned me onto my back.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">He then rose up onto his knees still bucking me and held my legs in the air as he rocked wildly back and forth into me. My boobs bounced wildly before him and the butterflies kissed my smooth pale legs as he fucked me hard and deep. He dropped my legs before he came and pulled out releasing his come onto my stomach. It oozed out like it had done before onto my living room floor and he fell beside me leaving me with the mess on my front. I reached down and lifted my top from the floor and cleaned myself before turning to him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">We kissed again and I watched once more my hand as I stroked his chest. I felt his pecs and then his abs before again taking his cock in my hand. Once again I thought I would like him inside me before he went but then I heard crying and I sprung up from the bed telling him he must go.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">I thought then I would never see him again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<a href="http://i-proclaimbookstore.com/mystcoofse.html">http://i-proclaimbookstore.com/mystcoofse.html</a>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458490505101680052.post-19868749499325656372011-03-12T04:38:00.000-08:002011-03-12T04:38:47.129-08:00Confessions of a Swinger<strong>Chapter 8 - Keys in a Bowl</strong><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The only time we went to a key swapping party was in the dead of winter and it had been some time since the incident at the man’s house in the woods. We had been talking about it all that week and emailing each other, when we were supposed to be working. I had no idea what to expect and neither did he but we decided to make a day of it and go shopping in the city before heading out to the party.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I had booked to have my hair blow dried and have my nails done in the afternoon so we spent the morning shopping for sexy lingerie. I enjoyed trying on different outfits for my husband and we picked a nice one together. We settled on a zebra print bra and pants set with little pink bows and pink stitching. Later that day I had my nails painted pink to match and I bought new pink, open toed stilettos which also contained a pink flower on top.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I also purchased some hold-ups because I had laddered my tights and we were going straight to the party. It was a casual dress affair and my husband went in a new shirt he bought that day and the jeans he had on already.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I was wearing a black, high-waist pencil skirt along with a white blouse, unbuttoned to show off my bra (although you could clearly see the zebra print through it). I bought a pink, plastic, pearl necklace with large balls at the front which drew further attention to my cleavage and that was me. I never did the casual look outside of my house and to me, a skirt and shirt was dress down enough for a party. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">When we arrived we were greeted at the door along with the other guests. The women were all given a badge with a number on it to wear. I was appalled at the thought of putting a large yellow badge onto my colour co-ordinated outfit so I held it in my hand. The men were ushered to a large cut-glass bowl in the hall which sat next to the telephone, on a pine sideboard and told to put their car keys inside before making their way to the living room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">It could have been anyone’s sitting room, in anyone’s house, in any suburban street. The walls were painted a cream and the sofas were nice dark brown leather. There were pictures on the mantelpiece of kids in school uniforms and crisps and dips were laid out for us on the coffee table.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My husband and I sat together, squeezed into a chair rather than joining others on the sofas. We were handed wine without being given the choice of red or white. I hated red wine then and still do so I just held it in my hand and smiled.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Looking around at the other couples I saw the usual wrinklies but interspersed between them were some middle-aged and even younger ones. One young man caught my eye and then my attention when he spoke. I didn’t recognise his accent at first but I now know he was from <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">South Africa</place></country-region>. He had a mop of blonde hair and his wife too was blonde, although she looked older.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He appealed to me, more so than all the rest and I hoped I would end up with him. I wished we had been given a choice because I knew when he looked over, that he would’ve picked me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then the bowl came in carried by what I believed to be the organiser, a man in his late fifties with hair combed over from the side to hide his obvious baldness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Inside the bowl where the men’s keys but each had a large plastic tag attached which corresponded to the numbers on the women’s badges. My husband was asked to pick first and his number coincided with a red-head sitting across from him. She rose when he called out the number and he followed her out of the room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I became more and more nervous as the charade continued until there were only four of us left in the room and thankfully my blonde antipodean was still there, but he was last to pick.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Before him was a small dumpy man who was overweight and seemed to be sweating at just having to walk over to the bowl. He reached inside and I willed him to pick the other set. My heart pounded in my chest as I prayed he wouldn’t pick my husbands keys. I knew the set and I watched his hand hover as it tried to choose. He reached it and touched the Audi sign on my husband’s fob. I gulped but he then seemed to move it aside. That’s it! I thought, he’s going for the other but then as my shoulders tensed in excitement he changed his mind and lifted my husband’s keys. He might have been trying to read the numbers but my badge was face down in the palm of my hand and I had held it tight so no-one could see.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He read out the number and I had no choice but to turn the badge to him. Then, however, as he walked toward me, he gallantly held out his hand to help me up from my seat. I carefully placed my untouched wine on the table before lifting my hand into his. It was clammy, sweaty and cold but he gripped me tight and led me away, away from the man I wanted to bed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He led me back into the hall and then up the stairs. The badge and key numbers also corresponded to different rooms and thankfully ours was a bed room. My husband was not so lucky and ended up in a sitting room with his red-head. He did not enjoy his time with her and ended up having sex, sitting down, with her on his lap but with her back to him. There was no kissing and it had taken him ages to get an erection because he didn’t fancy her and she had bitten fingernails, which was and still is, a major turn off for him. As a rule we didn’t tell each other about our encounters but on that one occasion he told me afterward and we chuckled about his unfortunate evening.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I, on the other hand, had an altogether different experience. When we reached our allocated room we sat next to one another on the bed and he began by complimenting me on what I was wearing. He was saying all the right things as he lifted his hand and then took my necklace in his fingers. He asked me about it and I told him it was only £5.99 but he seemed pleased with the effort I had made to dress and accessorise. He continued complimenting me and talking about my body as his fingers let go of my necklace and began to unbutton my blouse. I was filled with pride at his words and I guess turned on by them. He began to tell me how he had prayed that he would pick me and had been anxious as each man before him chose their keys. I didn’t want to tell him that I was praying for the opposite so I kept quiet and let him carry on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He gently removed my blouse and then kissed me. His hand touched my face as we kissed and then my neck, then shoulder, until it slid all the way down my arm, taking my hand once again in his at the bottom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We sat there for a short while like that as he held my hand and we kissed before I pulled back and said, ‘Do you want me to take my bra off?’ ‘Oh no’, he said shaking his head, ‘I like it’ and then his kissing became more passionate.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He was an amazing kisser, soft, gentle and very sensual and I could’ve kissed him like that for ages as he continued to stroke my arm, shoulders, neck and face. Eventually he stopped and asked me to remove my skirt but to leave my stockings and shoes on. He was such a gentleman and the way he asked I could do nothing but say yes. I did as he obliged and then I lay on the bed and watched as he de-robed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I can only describe him as an ugly man with an ugly body. Nothing was as it should be. He had no hair on his head but an abundance of it between his legs. His penis was tiny, the smallest I had ever seen and his belly sat out in front of him, as if he was carrying a flesh coloured beach ball around with him. His arms were short and he had stubby, fat fingers. Above the beach-ball sat a pair of man boobs that would rival any you would see in a newspaper. His face too was round and he had no hair on his head apart from his eyebrows. He was nothing like the men I had been dreaming about all week as I sat in work waiting for the weekend.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We lay beside one another, him naked and me with my underwear on, including my hold-ups and shoes! It was, however, a very special time we shared together on that bed, as we kissed and stroked each others bodies. His kissing got even better and his compliments kept flowing making me feel nicer and more proud than ever before. I loved it, that time we were sharing and it made me want him. It made me see past his looks and flab and into his soul which was perfectly formed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I took his tiny penis in my hand and his hands found their way inside my pants. He stopped kissing my lips as he moved his head down, kissing my neck then all the way down to my stomach. He kissed my pants and then removed them, carefully slipping them off past my shoes. He came back to me kissing my legs and feeling the stockings in his hands before returning to his position beside me. I left my bra on but removed my pearls as they were digging into my neck.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He told me he loved watching my hand with its pink fingernails feeling him and we lay there while I stoked him and he watched. I was filled with a serene peace as we lay there aside one another touching and feeling each others bodies. He then slowly moved his hand down until it was between my legs. I lay still as he fingered me and rubbed me, stopping occasionally to kiss me and to watch my hands on him. His fingers then found the top of my clitoris and rubbed hard sending pleasure throughout my soul. I couldn’t hold back and I wanted him in me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I tried pulling him onto me but he shoved his leg between mine sliding it up between my legs until it met his hand and shoved it harder into that spot on my clit. That was it; I had to have him there and then so I just said it, ‘Fuck me’. His leg slid again banging his hand once more against me and he shoved his thumb inside. ‘Fuck me, please!’ He smiled and climbed on top before resting his penis on that very spot, teasing me as he held himself up with his arms.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I never wanted sex as much as I did right then. I looked into his eyes, ‘Fuck me’ I bit my bottom lip as I felt him throb against me. He reached down with his right hand taking his weight on his left and took hold of his tiny shaft. I was sure he was going to guide it in slowly but instead he slid his knob up and down, parting my lips which were now salivating with moisture. My back arched as his tip reached mine and once again he rubbed that spot! I pushed my pelvis up towards him, ‘Please’ I said, ‘I want you inside me’ but before I finished he was inside and my body fell back taking his heavy weight and feeling his tiny penis as it sent an electric shock through my body before he pulled out.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I was taken aback but I knew by his facial expression he would return. Sure enough another shock entered me, followed by yet another bolt then once again he was out. He was not blessed by size, or looks, nor was he fit but this man was a demon in bed, possessed by the sexiest, most romantic and somewhat dangerous devil of all. One who could direct a lightening bolt from the sky and into a woman’s body then again, WOW, another bolt, this time sending shock waves in tiny ripples all over my skin. Then it settled as he writhed about inside and I lay there, hands above my head taking it all in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Suddenly, out of the blue and whilst inside he started talking, ‘I wanted you so bad’. ‘You are amazing; I wanna touch you again, everywhere’. His words were like the opposite of his demonic side as if they came from heaven itself. I couldn’t help but smile as my body joined his in a gentle rhythm and he lay beside me, touching me but still inside me. He felt the underside of my arms and it tickled, he felt my hands and it was sensual. He slid his fingertips all over my body and I loved it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">His heavenly touch was simply divine and he continued to deliver the compliments, in between sweet tender kisses, like an angel, as he said and did everything right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">‘Can I see your nipples?’ he eventually said and without a word in reply I pulled down my bra on one side to expose my breast to him. He leaned over and kissed my nipple. He didn’t suck it but flicked his tongue back and forth across it and the wild passion that began our session slowly made its return.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He was still inside me when his fingers slid down past my belly button and settled once again on that spot. It drove me wild as he rubbed at it, bucked into me and flicked my nipple with his tongue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He then kissed me and for the first time our kissing became snogging and then frantic licking as he rubbed me harder down below. Then in a flash the angel shot back to heaven and the demonic possession once again took hold. He pulled out and moved me onto my front and then slid in from behind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He bucked into me from behind sending another bolt in, then another, followed by another, building up speed and power. I lifted my bum upwards towards him and to get his tiny penis in deeper and then without warning, SLAP!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">His hand smacked my backside. Then again, SLAP! The bolts kept shooting into me with a force that pushed my face deep into the pillow. I was screaming in ecstasy as each bolt struck, my sound muffled by the pillow but the slaps sent my body intro convulsions and my mind racing. My screaming became louder and then more controlled until I began shouting, ‘Oh Yeah’, then a pause, then, ‘Oh Yeah’ then I continued, ‘Oh yeah’, ‘Oh Yeah’, ‘Oh Yeah’, ‘Oh Yeah’ and I couldn’t stop.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I lifted my head to get air in and the sound out. My shouting became much louder and faster, ‘Oh Yea, Oh Yea, Oh Yea, Oh Yea, OH YEA!’ until I was consumed by a magnificent orgasm.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">It was then as if his demon was transferred into my body and I turned on him throwing him down and jumping on top. I bounced up and down on him and pulled my bra down completely before grabbing his hands and holding them tight against my boobs. I squeezed his hands making him feel and grope me, holding his hands tightly in mine, until we came together and I collapsed in a heap beside him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Perhaps that demon is still inside me? I don’t know but I did learn one valuable lesson that night, never judge a book by its cover.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">To read the rest of my book click the link below..</span></div><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Story-Confessions-Nicci-Greene/dp/1449038425">http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Story-Confessions-Nicci-Greene/dp/1449038425</a>Nicci Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16026799406634264897noreply@blogger.com0