This morning, as I reversed out of the drive, I saw Roger walking his little dog. He smiled brightly; I returned his look with a cheerful ‘Hello’ and a wide, open-mouthed smile. I do so love to show off my newly whitened teeth, darling, have I said thank you for arranging the procedure for me? Anyway, my cosmetic dentistry seems incredibly shallow when you consider everything that Roger has been through.
Would it be appropriate to offer him some comfort now that so much time has passed since Bridget ran off? Never a word from her since, nobody knows what became of her, and it makes me shudder to think of how desperate she must have been. None of us realised, I’ll admit that I always put her depression down to alcoholism; I waver between considering it brave simply leaving without a word, and thinking it selfish and cowardly. I’m really not sure which it is. When I look at Roger, I suppose it must be the latter; he’s such a solitary figure, walking his cute little dog in the lane. I hope Bridget gets in touch one day and puts him out of his torment of regret.
It must be more than a year since she left. Where has the time flown? Should we invite him over for dinner? Where would the evening lead us?
Do you think he’d be susceptible to my charms, darling? I must say that I thought I detected a twinkle today, mind you, I was wearing that lovely blue fitted dress that you so like. Although he’d only have been able to get a glimpse as he looked down into the car through the window, I’m sure it would have been enough to register the tight fit over my cleavage.
I speculate that he’d like a little nibble of my tasty, pink teats, I’d let him rub his cock against my arse and push back into him, before turning around, dropping to my knees, releasing his hard-on from his trousers and taking it into my mouth, sucking and licking hungrily. Pre-cum punctuating my taste buds, Oh, so yummy! He’d turn me around again, lift up my dress, I’d wear the blue that I mentioned, pull my knickers to one side, stroking my cunt lips, clit and arse with the glans of his cock.
I’d be ultra moist by that time, and he’d slip effortlessly into my cunt from behind, after a few gentle strokes, he’d ram hard into me making me squeal, before driving into me even harder, his balls slapping against my skin and shooting his load high up inside me.
I’d want more. (You know me, darling, insatiable to the last!) And I’d order him to get undressed.
Once naked, I’d sit on the bed, lean forward and suck his cock clean, licking and sucking his balls for good measure. He won’t have recovered from his first fuck, but he’ll unzip my dress and slip it off my shoulders at the same time slipping his hand into my knickers to finger my spunk-filled cunt. He’ll remove my panties, licking and fingering me to another orgasm. I’ll take his semi-hard cock in my hand and wank him, in no time he’ll be nice and hard again. He’ll slip into me, working slowly, driving in harder, and bringing me off again.
While still naked and with Roger’s cum dribbling out of my cunt, I’ll send you a text thanking you for being so understanding of my needs. Giving you a brief resume of what I’ve done, preparing you for a good fuck later that same evening.
Always remembering how much you enjoy your ‘seconds’, darling.
Monday 13th June
My darling, you know how much I bask in the open air at this time of year.
Today I went for a lovely walk.
I found a bench beneath a gigantic Oak tree, which must have been there for hundreds of years.
I drifted off, still aware of sounds around me, but they seemed to be coming from far away. I couldn’t rouse myself wholly, letting my thoughts and consciousness wander.
Dangerous in public, darling but it was broad daylight!
Fantasies engulfed me, I imagined that a man had taken the seat beside me, I lifted my knees, so my dress slid up, and stretched a little so that the hem was level with my panties, my hand between my legs, and imagining him holding his breath, I slipped my hand inside my panties rubbing myself, moaning.
In my waking dream, the man gently pulled my panties aside to view my fingers and unzipped his trousers, exposing his cock, slowly wanking whilst watching my fingers do their work.
I felt so horny, darling.
I had a rapid, noisy orgasm, right there, in public, on the bench beneath the tree.
Pulling my panties down, I wriggled out of them, leaving the scrap of satin and lace in a little heap on the ground, my wet cunt now on full view.
Sitting with my legs wide open, imagining his hand between my thighs, I drifted off again, waiting.
Wednesday 15th June
My Sweet, I feel lucky having a husband who likes me servicing others...
I had a fabulous time last night, darling, thank you. I know that you’ll love reading about it, something to masturbate over when you are alone, so I’ve written it here for you to enjoy again at your leisure.
I had worn my special low cut, short red dress with matching underwear and those lovely high red shoes that we both like so much. We enjoyed our drinks before we left, didn’t we sweetheart?
When the taxi arrived, I made sure that the driver got a clear view as I slid into the back seat.
I thought it was delightful that the waiter was a flirt. I know you liked it too because I made it clear that I thought he was sexy. Later we asked him to join us for a drink outside, and he agreed.
It’s been a lovely month so far hasn’t it, darling? The weather has been kind to us, and it was a beautiful evening.
I told the waiter that I wanted him to fuck me in front of you. He was a little taken aback wasn’t he sweetheart? But it didn’t stop him coming home with us did it?
I sat in the back of a taxi with our waiter and you sat in the front with the driver, and during the journey home, that young man had my dress around my hips and his cock out. Goodness knows what the driver thought when he glanced (habitually) in the rear-view mirror. The smell of sex also pervaded the intimate atmosphere of the car, filling the space inside in spite of the air conditioning.
We arrived home, and I took our new friend to our bedroom, choosing to switch on the bedside lamps, I left the main light off. His body was heavenly, athletic, very dark skinned and fit, I was happy to drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth.
“I want to fuck your throat, bitch!” he growled.
Pulling my hair hard and pushing me down onto his cock, he forced the length of his shaft deep, so that I gagged.
To my delight, at that point you entered the room and sat down to watch.
After providing the promised blowjob, I lie back on the bed, illuminated in the soft light, and opened my legs, allowing the lad to perform on my cunt; his dark, lustrous hair and ebony skin a stark contrast to my pale features. He pinched my nipples hard, raising little red marks as evidence of his endeavour.
“Do you want me to fuck you in front of your old man, bitch?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Beg me,” he replied.
I heard your sharp intake of breath and the sound of you wanking, but couldn’t see you properly in the shadows of the corner chair.
“Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want you to fuck me now! Please, please fuck me,” I begged, enunciating each word repeatedly until he pushed my legs hard backward, high up to my shoulders and entered me savagely.
He forcefully fucked me, pinching my nipples hard and slapping my breasts.
“Am I better than your husband, bitch?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I gasped.
“You like watching your slut wife getting fucked by a real man, don’t you?” he said to you.
You grunted in reply, masturbating, panting, your breath sounding harsh in the recess and I knew you were in ecstasy at our good fortune in finding such an exquisite, young, forceful stud for our entertainment.
The beautiful waiter ejaculated into me and pulled me up onto all fours, inviting you to fuck me from behind.
“Fuck your bitch, old man.”
Amazingly you did, I was astonished because
you rarely take part in the antics you arrange.
After that, our fearsome fuck-buddy was hard again, and wanted my arse. He sheathed his entire length inside me, fucking hard while fingering my clit, his other hand pinching a nipple while you watched from close quarters.
“Slut!” he kept saying.
Your eyes locked mine, our smiles mutual as the young man spunked into my arse, almost at the same time as I climaxed.
Not long after that, we arranged a taxi to take him home and retired to bed for some well-earned rest, my cunt and arse dribbling his cum onto our sheets as the night ticked past...
Tuesday 21st June
Another of my fantasies, darling. I hope you like this one... After you leave for work at your usual time, I watch you disappear behind the hedges and return indoors with my cunt already wet. I go upstairs to get my favourite sex toy (apart from my brain, and of course, you, my darling) I use the ‘RR’ and my butt plug, lie on the bed and with the assistance of lube insert the plug, using my lovely vibrating toy at the same time.
In my fantasy, the doorbell rings.
Leaving the butt plug in place, I put on my robe (the one you bought back from China, darling) and answer the door.
Standing on the front step is a salesman, one of those guys who tout for business by cold calling. He’s handsome, and he’s looking at my semi-nude body, this is my dream so naturally I ask him if he likes what he sees.
“God yes!” he replies.
“Would you like to fuck me?” I ask while my cunt juices moisten my thighs, the butt plug feels divine.
He moves closer.
“Come in,” I tell him, heat coursing through my veins when I notice the bulge in his trousers.
Without delay, he enters our hallway and puts his things down, before kissing me hard on the mouth, caressing my breasts with his large, muscular hands.
Pushing me down onto the stairs, he parts my legs, buries his face in my aching cunt, and licks while finger fucking me to orgasm, pressing me down into the carpet of the stairs, my butt plug nestling deep in my arsehole.
He stands up, and I can see his cock trying to explode out of his fly, and I am in rapture at the thought of it thrust inside me.
I open his trousers and drop them to his ankles, leaving them tangled at his feet while I release his cock and run my tongue up and down the length of him, making a circuit of his glans with the tip of my tongue...
I should continue with this fantasy, darling, but writing it down has made me feel so horny, I shall have to stop and masturbate.
Friday 24th June
My Lover… Do you remember the time you decided to do the plumbing yourself?
Never mean, you’d pay any amount to get problems fixed, but the cistern started overflowing in the middle of a Saturday night, so you turned off the water and came back to bed.
Next morning you awoke determined to fix it without calling in an expert.
As soon as the DIY shop opened you jumped into your car, did a ‘Malcolm’ with the wheels on the gravel and leaving me in bed went off to buy everything you’d need.
I could hardly contain myself when you unpacked your goodies on your return.
You’d bought a wrench!
I was beside myself and had to hide in my dressing room, holding my splitting sides.
When I emerged, you were dressed in a dark blue bespoke boiler suit, and wrench in hand, you set to work.
We’ll never know whether you could have sorted out the problem with the plumbing. I was so turned on by the sight of you in blue-collar work clothes, wielding the tools of trade, that I made you push me face down over the end our bed and fuck me hard from behind.
After that, we called out an emergency plumber to fix the leak, we didn’t seduce him, needing the pipes mended was higher on our agenda that day.
As soon as he’d left, I made you dress up again, and we fucked the day away.
You were phenomenal, darling, as always, and I was sore for days afterwards.
Saturday 25th June
Sweetheart, I hope you’ve enjoyed reading these missives; I’ve certainly had fun writing them.
I shudder to think how things would have worked out for me had I not met you and I count my blessings every moment of every day.
I hope you feel the same.
I’m looking forward to your homecoming later, I’ve had a lovely idea, and I want to share the pleasure…
*End*
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