C wasn’t put off by our initial internet meeting.

(See I pimped my wife 7)

She was looking forward to our arranged meeting with Bob.

Because we’d been a bit more thorough with checking this guy, we were both certain he was what we wanted and he’d turn up.

She didn’t want to “mess about wasting time talking “ and insisted I book an hotel room.

We had a few days to wait before our meet.

I’d never known her so excited. And if you’re upto date with my story, you’ll appreciate that’s amazing.

I suppose it was because Bob was a complete stranger, whereas Bill was a previously known friend, it carried a greater element of sexual excitement, for her.

The day came. We had a day off from work. She had her hair done, nails, and legs and a Brazilian fanny wax. When she got home she then had a lengthy bath with scented oils.

I had been her chauffeur, waiting outside the various places she had her beauty treatments, after washing her back and breasts, I was allowed to dry her when she got out the bath, but “no funny business “

I had a feel though, and her fanny was nicely moist and excited

She put on the underwear, makeup, then slipped her dress on.

“Do I look good enough to fuck” she asked, looking at my erect cock.

(I’d been attending to her preparations naked, just in case)

She squeezed my balls and told me to get ready to take her, “for a good fucking”

We arrived at the hotel and went to our room.

I text Bob the number, he replied, “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

She’d rearranged the pillows and was laid in the middle of the bed, one leg slightly bent, showing a little bit of stocking top.

A tap at the door. I opened it up and let Bob in.

We shook hands, “come in” I said.

He walked in, “Hi, I’m Bob” his eyes going straight to her thighs.

She smiled, held out her hand, and said, very huskily “ come and show me what you’ve got for me,then”

I was staggered, I didn’t expect that, and I don’t think he did either.

But he did what he was told, undid his trousers and pushed them, and his boxers, down.

His cock sprang up, circumcised and quite thick, but not as long as mine.

“Nice” she smiled.

He stepped out of his clothes, as I was quickly shedding mine.

His nob end was red and looked like he’d been wanking it, he was, however very hard.

I broke the silence by asking him “have you been wanking”.

He said “yes, cos he was worried he’d cum too quickly.”

He got nearer to my wife, who reached out, grabbing his turgid cock,and pulled him to her.

“ next time don’t waste that cum, if you cum too quickly, you can rest while he (nodding at me) has his turn, now let’s see what you can do with this”

She was rubbing his prick, and fondling his balls.

To be honest, I don’t really remember much about the session.

He was keen, and we undressed her between us, he fucked her, as I played with her nipples and after he had cum, I took his place, he did recover sufficiently to fuck her second time, as did I.

He must’ve been acceptable because we invited him a second time, but with a proviso that he wouldn’t wank before he joined us. She explained, again, that she loved the feeling of a cock cumming inside her. In fact the thought of him cumming almost immediately was really exciting, as long as he could do it again.

We did have another meeting with Bob, but he didn’t keep to the instruction though. He performed ok, but he wasn’t really very interesting company between the fucking, and C was of the opinion I could find someone who’d be more interesting and fun.

So it was back to the computer.

I think I should add some context here.

We were both previously married.

She was the manager of a pub I used to drink in.

Her husband wasn’t very attentive, I was attracted to the fact she never wore a bra.

I was never sexually jealous, with her, she had been someone else’s wife, so how could I be.

In fact, I think it’s that the turned me on to mfm. On one occasion, before we’d got together permanently, we arranged to meet for a fuck.

She was late and a bit flushed. Hubby had got home from work early. He was a lorry driver, went early morning, came home in the afternoon, she used to go to work at midday and get home after 10pm.

Essentially they were ships that passed in the night, basically.

So he was unusually pleasantly surprised when he got home, to find his wife bent over the dressing table, doing her makeup, (getting ready to meet me, ha ha)

She knew I liked stockings and suspenders, before living with me, she used to wear knickers (hubby insisted) she had a pair of silk French knickers on, that I’d bought her, along with her stockings. Nothing else.

He told her not to move, and promptly pulled his cock out and slipped it up the side of her knickers into her excited (for me) wet cunt.

She said she was really surprised, it had been several weeks since he’d shown any interest, whereas I had been fucking her at every opportunity.

She said she couldn’t refuse him his fuck, but would understand if I didn’t want to fuck her, straight after hubby. (We we’re only 15 minutes from home)

I couldn’t get between her sexy legs, quickly enough.

Her cunt was tight, but slick with his cum, and she cried out with lust as I filled her with a single thrust.

It was the first time for sloppy seconds, for me, and even though I’d not seen him fuck her, I got her to tell me about it, as I had her.

I think that’s when we realised we were made for each other.

She loved it, that I was so turned on.

And she was telling me how grateful she was, that I still wanted to fuck her, as all her husband had done was to get her even more excited, for our meet.

She said his little cock wasn’t as filling, and he always came too quickly.

She really did love what I could do with my cock.

As I’ve said earlier, C didn’t suck cock, it was the only thing we ever really fell out over, sexually.

But after she explained why, I did, at least understand.

When she was 14 (she was 27 when we hooked up) she used to babysit for her elder sister.

Her sister was a single mum, ten years older than her.

Her sister would go out on a Friday night, looking for someone to fuck, probably.

One Friday, C was at her sisters, to baby sit.

She used to stay the night, so her sister didn’t have to worry about getting home.

C was a horny teenager ( that’s what she told me )

But she was still technically a virgin, she’d had a couple of boyfriends, but had only indulged in a bit of petting. She liked going to her sisters, she’d found her sisters stash of porn mags.

She’d got into the habit of putting the baby to bed, and then she’d get ready for bed, put her nightie on, get the magazines and a hairbrush. Then taking her time, imagining what it would be like to have one of the big cocks pictured in the magazine, fuck her, she’d frig herself imagining what it’d be like to be fucked, eventually using the brush handle to simulate a cock.

One Friday night, she was on the settee, nightie up round her waist, frigging her clit, getting ready for some serious brush handle fucking, when the front door opened.

Her sisters house was a terrace house and the living room opened onto the street.

C froze in mid finger, as a stranger walked in and shut the door behind himself.

“Hi, I’m Ricky, your sister said you’d be ready for fucking”

She was speechless.

He slid his jacket off, undid his jeans as he walked towards her.

She told me she was so shocked she said nothing.

She was like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Ricky pulled his cock out, and as it came into view, he waived it at her and asked, “is this big enough for you”

Before she could stop him, he’d got between her legs, and was pushing his prick straight in her. She was an athletic teenager, physically fit and due to what she’d been doing, just minutes earlier, was able to take his cock, without too much discomfort.

But it was the first time she’d had a cock in her.

Even though she’d not spoken to him, didn’t even know him, she was getting more excited, after all it’s exactly what she had been fantasising about and it was what she wanted, he was making her start to cum.

Ricky had been told by her sister, (that’s how he got the front door key), not to make her sister pregnant.

She wasn’t the only one about to cum.

He pulled his cock out, and told her to suck it, quickly.

He pulled her head down to his cock, stuffed it in her mouth, and effectively raped her mouth. As she tried to pull away, he held her head down and spunked deep in her gagging throat..

She threw up all over his lap. He slapped her, called her a “fucking slag, just like yer fucking sister”

He left her in tears, she was 14, he was nearly 30.

Thankfully it didn’t put her off sex for life.

She loved fucking, but could never really suck cock, again, because of him.

Even today, 56 years after he did that, I’d still like to find him and thrust my fist down his throat.

Next time, if you like it, there’s more meets, more fucks, more fun.