Note- Purely fiction and has no basis in reality.
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Amanda Holden threw her hands up as she explained to the group her sex life with her husband Chris.
"You know how it is, ladies. He'd done and turned over and I'm still dripping, one from his cum, and two from my own juices as I'm still aroused. SO, frustrating. He used to be attentive in the bedroom but now it's just routine. We talked about it and I told him straight up that I was looking elsewhere for sex."
As the sun dipped in the sky Emma Watson closed the blinds of the rented office she had chosen for her first sex therapy counselling for female celebrities who were hooked on compulsive and impulsive sex. She had heard from the other ladies in the group, Carol Vorderman and Kelly Brook and now they all paid attention to actress and television personality Amanda. Now in her forties she had gone from appearing in television sitcoms and judging Britain's Got Talent to become a raunchy middle aged nymphomaniac.
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"Difficult as it may seem to talk amongst others about your sexual problems, the sooner you are able to open up and address the underlying issues the better it will be for your piece of mind. Now, I believe your husband works in the music industry?" Emma seated herself opposite the forty something Amanda and waited.
"Yes, Chris is a record producer and we live in Richmond. I'm very much a physical and tactile type of person and, much to my poor husband's dismay, I confess everything to him."
"Everything?" Asked Kelly Brook.
"It's a turn on for me, I don't know. Anyway after another night of unsatisfactory love making I was left wondering what it would be like to have sex with someone else, just for the change. And, someone who was young, was vigorous, and who would fuck me in the ass. I told Chris, as I do, and he brooded on the subject for a week."
"Did he come around?" Wondered Carol Vorderman.
"Big time. I returned home after my broadcast on Heart Radio and hit the bathroom. To my utter shock there was a naked stranger taking a shower! He looked to be in his twenties and as I stood frozen to the spot I ogled his perfect body, glistening wet from the hot spray. He was not overly muscular but had nice defined arms and torso and medium length dark hair. But my eyes were drawn to the lower part of his anatomy which was VERY developed if you catch my drift."
"You must be Amanda. Hi."
Amanda went on to relate to the others how his dreamy voice had a rich tone which sounded like he was singing as he spoke. She blushed and hurried to her bedroom next to her husband.
"His name is Mick. And he's in a rock band called 'The Electric Spiders.' "I've been making a few demo's of his songs and he's extremely well hung."
"What are you saying Chris?"
"I don't want just ANY young man seducing my wife, so I've chosen for you."
Chris smiled smugly as he fed me a few of his lucid details of that evening. He told me that he was willing to let me fuck Mick on the condition that he watch.
"Are you certain you want that?"
"Absolutely."
My mind wandered as I day dreamed of Mick's young and virile body on mine, fucking me with his big and beautiful cock. I was trembling with a pent up desire for this man and my thighs tensed with the wild fantasy. I went through my things immediately and picked out my knock 'em dead black lingerie and sheer black nylons. Chris vanished and then returned with that mischievous grin on his face that I knew well.