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The first four daysWell this is more of a confession than a story, I’ve never uttered a word of this to anyone I know as it involves the only time I have been unfaithful to my wife; not something I’m particularly proud of but strangely one I have no regrets over either. OK so the title says the first four days but this actually started about two months earlier in Liverpool.I had left home to go to university as a mature student in an attempt to make up for a wasted youth. The course was great but I was hating being away from home. There were two other mature students on this course and we all became friends but it so happened that one week we were all feeling down so I decided we’d have a night out to cheer ourselves up. So you can see where this is going, well only to a point. The female mature student was the same age as me and was a single parent family and had left her friend back home to watch over things. During the night out she talked about her friend and what a horny cow she was, she even had a dedicated wardrobe for clothing designed for sex. So as a joke of some sort the nature of which now eludes me I sent her a number of suggestive text message but being from my phone she didn’t have a clue who they were from but to cut a long story short she worked it out by the end of the night. I suppose at this stage I have to say that the opening statement of this post is actually untrue as the other student and I ended up in bed at my flat but didn’t go any further than heavy petting and a blowjob, all very nice. Over the next few weeks the mystery woman and I kept texting each other, the texts got better and better but with the pressure of the course I was unable to do anything about it. Then over Christmas I went home and the texts continued and the day after Boxing day I decided to go and see this girl using the excuse of studying for exams, which in fact I did do too. She lived in Manchester so I went by train, I got off at the right station and there she was, not dressed in black stockings as I’d hoped but jeans and a long black coat. She was a tall girl in her mid forties with shortish auburn hair, very attractive I thoughtThe meeting was pleasant and she drove us back to her house where she sat me down and gave me a lecture on how I should treat her (gives an idea of some of the arseholes she must have been with). After this she started to show me where things where in the house in case I needed anything but on going through to the kitchen we both went through at the same time and bumped into each other, we both turned to look at each other and started kissing in the doorway. In what seems like a very short time she dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers and pulled out my hard cock and with no ado it went straight in her mouth. She had me up against the wall and the doorway so I was sort of stuck (great I thought!!). About five minutes later I can feel things coming to a conclusion and said “stop I’m cuming” to which she replied “that OK I’ll have you again later” and carried on closely followed by about a fortnight worth of cum firing into her mouth which she promptly swallowed. She stood up and kissed me again and I whispered, “let’s go to bed” to which she led me upstairs to her bedroom. We both got undressed and she pulled on a long silky black nightdress with an open back, we got on the bed and resumed kissing each other again, she was wanking my cock and I was, well shall I say groping her. A few minutes later I moved down her body to her dripping wet vagina, although I didn’t know bahis firmaları it at the time but I was about to learn something very significant about this woman: she loved to cum and fuck how she could cum too., bloody dangerous she was. I got to work with my tongue to repay the honour she had just given me downstairs, it all started out as you’d expect then she started moving and there’s me thinking “this is good”. The movement were getting bigger and bigger and it was starting to feel like I was a fighter pilot in a dogfight chasing her clitoris around the bedroom then out of nowhere she let out a scream thrusting her hips in the air and nearly taking my head off as she went which was then followed by a series of thrusts that felt like she was trying to pummel the back of my head against the ceiling (I learned that instant that I needed to hang on when an orgasm was imminent). When she came back down to the bed I continued to caress her with my tongue to which she responded favourably which please me (I’ve had a few girlfriends who once they had cum it was time to turn over and go to sleep)and she was soon back to wanting more which I was more than willing to provide and soon there was another orgasm on its way. This time I put my arms under her legs and around to pull her lips apart so as to tighten the clitoris, the almost instantly she was off again, I gripped my hands together to hang on and kept on target which she really appreciated. I was hard as a rock again and aching to get inside her so I moved up above her until I was able to kiss her, I felt her legs over mine and I entered her and started moving slowly inside her incredibly wet hole, I slid easily in and out and I could feel her grip on me pulsating. We carried on like this for a while, it was perfect like we were meant for each other sexually, our bodies writhed together our lips and tongues entwined our excitement building together as we both approach climax. Her legs moved up around my back and clamped me like a vice, her arms wrapped around my back held me so tight as I thrusted wildly inside her until she started to cum which gave me that last bit of excitement to cum at the same time. My mind was blown, what a shag!!!We’d been together not two hours and already we’d cum 5 times between us, we were both in need of a short rest so we lay side by side in the bed and chatted and kissed, we had a lot to catch up on, after all our relationship so far was built up on a series of provocative text messages. Eventually the subject of her alternative wardrobe came up and she asked me would I like to see, to which I obviously replied yes. It was dark by this time, the room only lit by the street light outside, her curtains were open (she never closed them I would learn) she reach onto the chest of drawers and lit a couple of candles which made her look stunning in her nightdress. She then said come and have a look at this, I got up as she opened the bottom drawer. I looked in and saw a collection dildos, vibrators and a stash of porn movies. “Just so you know where to find them” she said suggestively, she then said lie down and wait five minutes and she walked out of the room. I lay on the bed and lit a cigarette and let my imagination fly with what she might be doing, whatever it was I doubted by now I would be disappointed.After about five minutes she walked back in, she really did take my breath away, actually even now I have an erection thinking about it! She was wearing a white PVC nurses tunic, white crotchless knickers, white glossy lace kaçak iddaa top holdups and red stilettos. All I could do was look as she walked across the room towards me, I say walked across the room as if it was huge which it wasn’t but that was just the effect of what I was seeing. She moved with so much attitude, as if she owned me, a completely different person to the one who had left the bedroom a few minutes before. She stood on the bed (remember the curtains are still open and it’s a busy residential street in Manchester) and said sternly “Don’t touch me!”. She moved up so she stood above my head, I was looking up her tunic at her through the crotchless knickers, she stood there swaying slowly and each time I moved she reiterated “Don’t touch me!” . I was at breaking point, I’d met some exciting women in my time but this one took the biscuit, I just wanted to grab her and fuck her and stuff this teasing shit but she had other ideas. After a couple of minutes or even half an hour who knows she started lowering herself towards my face, I could see how wet she was in the candlelight, my cock was so hard you could have hung a flag from it. Now she sat down in front of me, legs apart and said as she looked me straight in the eye “Look at me and masturbate” . Bizzare as it may seem but there I was at the age of 40 and I’d never masturbated in front of a woman but I took hold of myself and started stroking my cock to which she started making appreciative gestures, she held her pussy lips open as I increased in excitement, she moved one leg over mine so her red stiletto heel was tucked under my balls and she leaned forward and said “I want you to cum on my leg” to which again was the final bit of excitement I needed and duly blew my load over her glossy stocking shining in the candlelight. I have no recollection of what she did with that cum, whether she wiped it or rubbed it in or just left it, it’s gone now. What happened next was that I went down on her again despite her saying not to touch her, revenge was sweet.Afterwards she walked out of the bedroom and returned a few minutes later wearing the black nightdress and was the same person who had left the room earlier. It was late now and we decided to go to sleep, we held each other and kissed for a while before we both drifted off. I remember feeling very hot in the night but I slept soundly but I awoke with a start in the middle of the night when I had this feeling I was about to cum only so see she was giving me another blowjob while I slept, then wallop, I shot my load; that was a first!She awoke quite early around 7am and went downstairs to make some tea which she brought back upstairs and put them on the headboard, she gave me a kiss and reached down again for my cock and started wanking it until it was hard. Pulling up her nightdress she sat astride me and pushed my cock inside her and started to very slowly move back and forth gripping me as she went, she leant forward reached for my tea and told me to drink it which I did to the best of my ability being almost flat on my back and her screwing me slowly, she of course had no problem drinking hers being bolt upright. Tea finished and some half out later with this slow torment of a screw came, thrusting forward in much the same way she did, lifting her upwards as I went, I had no idea you could have an orgasm like that with such empty balls but it was sensational.Now we had planned on this being only the one night and given the lecture the afternoon before it certainly seemed like it would be but she kaçak bahis asked would I like to stay, thankfully I had packed some coursework (remember exams) just on the off chance so I agreed, we were both getting along really well and enjoyed each other’s company. I spent the morning working and she did something else, every now and then she would make a cup of tea and we would have a smoke and a quick chat, I noticed we were holding hands too. We weren’t even all the way through day one yet and I could see I was developing strong feelings for her and she to me. In the afternoon she informed me she wanted to go to the Arndale centre (large retail park in Manchester) so I agreed to go with her. A while after lunch she popped in asking if I was ready, I said I was and got up, she was already to go so I grabbed my jacket and followed her. She was wearing the same long black coat as she wore the day before but this time she had some black nylons on and black stiletto heels. We got into her car and she reversed out of her drive and we made our way to the Arndale centre. I was enjoying myself this part of Manchester was new to me and I was distracted by the world as it went by, she was narrating as we went which made it all the more interesting. Just as we were approaching the car park the world outside became less appealing and my attention became focused on my new friend again, as she changed gear I looked down at her hand and saw her leg exposed by the opening in her coat, just a stocking top and a suspender strap, I asked her what did she have on under her coat? “Just a basque” she replied which the outcome of which was me walking around the shopping centre with yet another hard on.Bizarrely she showed little interest in any of the shops just walked on by, so I asked her where she was going to which the rely was wait and see, we walked past Anne Summers which was a disappointment right down to the far end until all that was left was an atrium with a wooden hut type stall/shop that sold a huge array of adult garments. “I thought we could get something for tonight if you’d like to choose”, fuck me I thought! After some looking we chose a black cup less PVC basque, she said she had some knickers to go with it so we left it at that. We stopped off in Chinatown for a quick meal (her in her coat and me with an erection) before going home. We had a quick drink and then I went for another shower, she followed me up after I’d finished and gone to wait in the bed. A little while later as my anticipation was rising in she came, the new basque with her breasts exposed, crotchless black PVC knickers, black FFN and black heels topped off with a black see through dressing robe. Needless to say that night was as sensational as the last and we as tey say “screwed each other senseless” all night.The story is about the first four days and that is just two of them, to go on would be, well long winded I guess. We did however have the most wonderful four days together before I had to go home at the weekend (wife remember). That wasn’t the end of it by any means, I ended up living with her for the next six months, she was a wonderful person and despite any impression to the contrary above was a well to do woman high up in a large organisation in Manchester (obviously I’m not say which for discression) and a real lady, she was just a huge whore in the bedroom and every other room in the end. We both fell in love but it wasn’t to be and we eventually had to say farewell. I still love her to this day bedroom aside, so I am blessed with a lot of guilt but no regret. If you’re interested she’s the girl in my gallery called “US.” dressed in a black PVC babydoll top, black PVC skirt, black crotchless knickers, suspender belt, stockings and heels

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