This is about my gorgeous sexy thirty year old wife, and I blame all of you at SH for this and especially those that have written in at some time or other. Angela was your normal typical housewife. We had a great life together. Unfortunately kids were never a part of our lives as Angela was barren and didn't want adoption. Our sex life was great and even at forty we still made love three times a week and twice sometimes t...

I am Maria, fast approaching 60, I take really good care of my appearance and weight, described as bubbly young at heart blonde, 5' 6” with small but pert 32b boobs, flat toned tummy and long thin legs. Throughout my 35-year marriage sex had always been important to me, it was great, exciting, and satisfying, however a few years ago, we were both concerned that our sex life was beginning to fade due to my hubby Rob’s loss...

Previously , in Part 1 I had arrived, slightly nervous at J's house .... Part 2.. Catching our breath over coffee we sat naked on the sofa chatting whilst gently stroking and touching each other. J was lying across my lap and my hand fell naturally to the neat shaven mound between her legs. As she talked, I began to explore, pushing aside the lips of her pussy and running my fingers up and down the wet, warm lips. As my f...

I was feeling pretty down as I had just lost my job. It was the second job I had lost in just eighteen months. Both companies had gone bust. Then there was my girlfriend She seemed to be permanently on the blob. Then a mate told me why, she wasn't having a period she was actually having an affair with a guy at work. I had it out with her and she admitted that she was seeing him and having sex with him. I kicked her out in...

I must admit to feeling pretty nervous as I pulled up outside and knocked on the door. Although we had met before it had been quite a while ago. I needn’t have worried, J opened the door with a beaming smile, wearing a light floaty short dress that showed off her curves in all the right places. She planted a warm and moist kiss on my lips before ushering me in and walked ahead of me, her hips swinging provocatively as she...

I wad on tenter hooks. What had she been up to? Previously wild had admitted to being bi. Now she was retelling her Saturday night/Sunday morning's escapade. "Sir. female toilets are busy places and there was a queue outside, Sir. Sir, when the bar dancer and me got into the toilets, there's like wash basins and then about 8 loos with doors Sir. Sir when one became vacant, Your property went in, but the dancer pushed in b...

Sunday morning's are always slow starters, It's not a work day for me and the offspring has bounded off early to do charity work with a couple of friends from school days. So, after leisurely eating a light breakfast, the dog walk gets under way. So many walks, lanes, footpaths, sea walls to choose from, with vistas/panoramas being the reward for the effort; the greater the effort, the better the view. My mobile pinged. w...

So now there's a girl who has grown, and displayed her desire to be owned. She's bought a collar and leash because she wants to feel both the pleasure and that tinge of belonging. Yes, it's only online, but her intention is to work towards meeting. This girl, wild, has a genuine interest. The conversations sometimes last half a day at a time, with odd breaks here and there. At the next opportunity after she'd shown the co...

These snippets of conversation are fairly close to the reality. wild had been chatting now for couple of months and no, we hadn't met yet, but then she needed to feel comfortable, needed to arrange a time, a baby-sitter, be sure that bf was well and truly xboxed in a long running gaming session...and I needed to be free too. Although divorced, you could say that there was baggage, in the nicest possible way. One of my off...

I had to check with wild about her use of words. Strange that the one who was doing the helping, needed help. Well, as I've mentioned throughout this, communicating, getting clarity of thought and understanding between each other, is important. Being sure footed and not imposing, were really necessary traits. "Sir, this sub did mean what it wrote, Sir, " she said on the next chat time. " I bit My lip, as I asked, " Are yo...

We'd been trying out a different way of communicating, since the introduction of a language control idea. Wild, liked it, so far. Wild was now the alter ego of the nervous 23 year old, whose beast of a bf had basically dumped her. But, she couldn't get rid of him, as he was the father of two children that they had. Her desire to want to explore her darker side with him, had been met with total derision. Laughed at, ridicu...

She was thinking. Considering if language control might make her feel more submissive. "So how does it work? What do we do? Can you explain?" She'd been quiet for a day. But, like I've mentioned, she had children at her feet and to entertain, go to the park, the shops and the thousand and one other things that a mum finds that she has to do; more so since her bf wasn't cooperating. "Yes, course. If you want to feel differ...

Whenever I accessed the site, there was always a message waiting. She never came across as eager, easy, nor pestering. The connection was friendly, almost naturally unassuming. It was a reflection on how genuine and real she was. Maybe she felt the same. Whatever she asked or instigated, we pursued the idea. She had a suggestion, that we might move to a messaging site, as it took ages for a message to register and then ap...

You know, one of the worst parts of starting a connection, is keeping it going. The number of times that the initial conversations start like there's real fire, to only be followed the next day by cool recognition, if that. It's like either a wicked game that someone played, someone with time on their hands, with nothing better to do. This, wasn't like that. Day 2 barrelled along like the initial contact. The chatter was...

How does any connection begin? By finding, and talking, or being in the right place, at the right time. I only go for quality; someone with a genuine desire to discover whether the reality of her dreams and curiosities, can actually exist. So I read profiles, check locations, someone not too far away, and who sounds to want to know. This girl was 23, slim, size 8, 5'5" , long black hair. It was just after New Year when I...