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I took my phone into the bathroom and begged a man I’d met three hours before to make me come. Days before my wedding. In my best friend’s flat. Don’t tell anyone. Helen says, “Our kids don't know what we get up to, but we guess they will be ok with it. They need to know that you are never too old to have fun. Most children think sex doesn't happen after 40, especially if it involves their own parents. Yes, I'm still creating story-based and fantasy content for adults. You can find new tales free here: She snuggles up to me again, and I’m still thinking about the thighs, butt, and other goodies under her skirt as I reach for a fork. So, my fantasy of us making love in front of someone became me watching her make love to someone else.
MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her **, ate her till she climaxed. We were going to w*** bars, paying for w*** drinks (for her w*** drinks), and I was supposed to be entertaining her. ‘Look at me! I dance! I’m funny!’
The madness included quantities of cocaine, speed, MDMA — and endless, endless, endless, playing of Pink Floyd records. That went on for a few minutes and then he pulled out, gently pushed her over on the bed and slide her skirt up to her hips. We motored through countless bottles of wine, bottles of vodka, cans of despicable lager, and then staggered down to the shop for more. The woman wasn’t really a friend. And, actually, was sort of a bitch. Very ‘Clahm’. [That’s ‘posh Clapham’ for non-London readers.] We get in our tent and I roll out our double sleeping bag and we both get in together. After a while of laying there my wife starts to shiver.
But I was well-behaved and didn’t do anything I shouldn’t with any of them. Except I did swap numbers with one really cute man. I got her drunk and I started probing. She went right along. I think she wanted to get it all out in the open as much as I did. When I first started asking questions she was reluctant but I threw my bomb, the night I stood outside the bedroom window and watched her ** his ** and him ** her. I feel her forehead and she’s burning up. I tell her that she may have a fever and that we should probably go home. She looks bummed, but eventually gives in and I get her up and take her to the car. Then they all decided to go to Clapham Grand and I was like, ‘F*** that. No wedding; no me’. So I got myself home. My wife and I are in our early 40s. Married for 15 years with kids and a "normal" middle class family. My wife is your average soccer mom type with a few extra pounds. I am a business executive who lives in suit and tie. In all outward appearances we are dull and boring. However I confess that every year for the past 5 years on my birthday, I watch my wife get pounded over and over by a massive BBC. Each year she looks for a Mandingo stud blessed with a giant tool that loves married white women and will pound her senseless while I watch. It's truly amazing to watch her in action. If anyone ever knew. Omg. ;) It's almost my birthday.I saw a live ** act in Hawaii once years ago, and always had this silly urge to do it myself. My wife was having none of it, but I pestered her and finally got her to agree to do it, but in front of only one guy. We don't think there is anything wrong about being raunchy in your 50's. We love to give people pleasure with our snaps. I don't think we have anything to be ashamed of. It is an innocent bit of fun, why should it only be young people who get to enjoy their sexuality? Man Hen called (after waking up on his bathroom floor) and reassured me that our friendship remained platonic (phew), and that binge-drinking, drug-taking and abusing the neighbours with Pink Floyd were the only activities of my hen night/morning/afternoon. There is an additional 4 or 5 minutes of continuing music at the end for those who want to prolong the relaxation or perhaps drift off to sleep.)
My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes. There has been one awkward shoot, when one of pour friends of 30 years asked if he could picture Helen. He said he had always liked Helen and would love to see her topless. It felt strange as we had known him for so long. But we were professional and got on with the job. He looked thrilled when her top came off and he saw her breasts.” She was fast asleep. I couldn’t sleep, though. I was too wired and too turned on. So I WhatsApp’d him again. And told him to call me. I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it.Then there were the weekends that the two of them would take the kids and leave early for their mountain cabin when I had to work. I would join them later. A huge wave of fear passes over me. I’m just standing there, paralyzed, and then I hear the voice in the woods again. This time it’s behind me. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!
My friend went to bed — and me and this man kept messaging. I decided this wasn’t cool so I said goodnight to him and got in my friend’s bed with her. I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all. In addition, we occasionally receive products free-of-charge for review. We strive to be diligent in our honestly, and we refuse to review any product sent with strings attached. But there have been a couple of crossed wires with the thrill seekers who have expected a bit more than just some pics from their sessions with Helen.
Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife ** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife ** anyone but me. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them.
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