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We had arranged to meet at the local coffee shop. As soon as I walked in, I could see you over in the corner. Would you recognize me? I wondered. As I walked over towards you and you looked up and smiled, your eyes were the first thing I noticed. I recognized them from the pictures I had seen, but your eyes had never looked that alive in your photos. They completely gave you away the fact that you were ready for us to meet. I stammered slightly saying hello as I sat down opposite you. After we had said hello, had a coffee and got the general chit chat out of the way, you asked if I would like to carry on to your place. You already knew the answer to that question. I could tell from your eyes that you were as eager to move this meeting away from public view as I was. I smiled and said, “Oh yes, please,” not being able to control my excitement and not wanting to. As we walked outside and along the road, the silence between us seemed to last for ages; but also seemed natural as though we both knew what was going through our minds and were happy to let each other enjoy those naughty thoughts. You grabbed my hand and eagerly told me we had arrived, as you pulled me toward you and to the front of your house. I stood behind you as you pulled out your keys and opened the door, content in knowing how much fun our encounter was going to be. Once inside you took off your long black coat, as you turned towards me revealing what had been hidden away for the last hour, due to the cold of the outside world. And my face gave away how pleased I was with the sight of you standing in front of me. As your long coat lifted and dropped off your shoulders, your long slender figure came into view, wearing a figure hugging thigh length grey floral dress, your nipples struggling to get out. Wow, I was Şişli escort in heaven. We had been chatting online for around six months now, and in that time we had shared so much, but every little detail seemed to stick in my mind as though it had just been a few days. Let me explain about how this encounter started off all those months ago, and a little about myself. My name’s Nigel, I’m 43 and happily married with two teenage daughters. I tend to have a little bit of a stammer when I’m nervous or excited, and friends and myself included would class me as an old fashioned, modern family man. I cook clean and have always looked after my daughters in unison with my wife. We have been married for 23 years and share a good sex life. We have arguments just like everyone else. I’d been happy with that until I realised something was missing. I initially put it down to the usual sex life my wife and I shared, and I happily tried to spice things up, from buying her toys, some of which turned out to be a total let down, and others that worked out to be lots of fun, but still something was missing. Browsing the internet one day, I came across a bondage and spanking site, which before now I wouldn’t have even looked at, but there I was transfixed to my PC, watching and getting more turned on than I had been for a few years, not just physically but mentally as well. There it was, as though someone had flicked a switch inside my head, that’s what I longed for. Over the next couple of months I had brought bondage and spanking up in conversations with my wife but to no avail. I realised without a shadow of doubt this wasn’t going to be part of our life. And at the same time realised that there was a big difference between being so totally turned on by it all and actually being able to physically Sultangazi escort bayan hit a woman. The whole thought of it was against my nature, so I contented myself with the fantasy and images of what a lot of people would class as perverted or at least in my mind they would. I pictured myself tying up my wife in nice silk scarfs and gently spanking her bum, the whole fantasy being toned down inside my mind so as to make it playful and harmless. Not at all like the images that I looked at that so turned me on. But I must not forget, I was a happily married family man, after all. That was until I started chatting with Anna. We had both signed up to an adult chat site, with a common interest bondage and spanking. I read though her profile; she was 32 and looked like a school teacher, but the experience she had in bondage and spanking made my mind and indeed my cock take notice. I summoned up the nerve to contact her, and to my surprise she responded. During our many chats I had expressed my desire to try out this new world, which seemed to contradict me in so many ways, and over a period of months had shared and gained so much. She had told me about how she liked to be tied up, what toys she enjoyed using, and how she liked to be spanked. We would share fantasies – well mostly mine – but I soon came to realise there were still a lot of things Anna had wanted to do herself, that she hadn’t. So our mutual fantasies then came into play. One such fantasy started with me opening the cupboard door under the stairs to let Anna out, who was on all fours, dressed only in a pair of sheer black hold-ups and her high heel shoes. She had a pink collar around her neck, attached by a length of rope to an ass-hook, a bright red gag firmly in her mouth, along with a wireless Escort Taksim bullet vibrator in her lovely shaven pink pussy, held there by the pair of sheer black panties she had been wearing. Anna loved the idea of being left in a small dark place for around half an hour or so; it really made her pussy start to drip. Attaching a lead to the collar, I walked her out to enjoy what came next. Anna had the idea of us meeting in person, so we could chat more personally about things, but we had decided that during this first meet no sex would take place. It would just be more of a show and tell meet, where she could show off all of her bondage toys and give me a more personal view, so we could decide on how far we wanted to take things. So with the date and time of our first meet decided it took us both by surprise to how it ended. Bringing me back to the main part of my story… I stood there in front of Anna as she took off her coat. She was wearing a thigh length grey floral dress, fitted from her breasts to her hips and then flowing out, along with a pair of sheer black hold-ups and a pair of 7-inch high heels. Her breasts were being pushed up from the top of her dress, and they were heaving with every breath she took. I just stood there staring, taking in every little detail, as Anna knowingly slowly turned around in front of me smiling, coyly asking if I liked her outfit; she had bought it just for this occasion. Snapping back into the moment I told her how fantastic she looked. It was exactly the type of outfit I had mentioned in our chats many times that had so turned me on. I sat down on the sofa, and Anna asked if I would like a drink, but before I could respond I was handed a glass of wine, our hands touching slightly as I took it from her. As she sat down opposite me my heart was beating faster. My mouth started drying up as my mind went into overdrive. Was I really here? Should I be? I’m a married man, and yet here I am with Anna, the woman I desired, and had wanted so much over the last few months.

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