Chronicles Of A Shared Wife Ch 26

Author's note.

This is the last chapter of the current series.

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Waking up in my son's old bed, two things hit me immediately, I'm alone and I desperately need a pee.

The rest, a throbbing head and my filthy physical condition filter through at a slower speed. It's seven on sunday morning and I've laid in, suffering from insomnia I'm usually up much earlier but the previous night's excesses have acted like a sleeping pill.

Gingerly getting up out of bed, I head straight for the bathroom while cursing myself inwardly for not having a shower last night, I stink of sweat and cum, my hair is matted and my inner thighs are covered in dried spunk.

As I'm crossing the landing I can hear that our shower is in use, suspecting Danny I open our bedroom door a crack to confirm, and there is my hubby still flat out, face down and spread-eagled naked on the bed breathing heavily.

So it was true, John had slept through what myself and young Danny got up to late last night.

Pulling our bedroom door back to, I enter the bathroom where warmth and steam greet me, the light is on and a man's silhouette can be seen behind the shower curtain.

Announcing my presence, Danny greets me then apologises for using our shower, stating that he feels cheeky.

"Don't be daft love...our house is your house you can have a shower if you want...I'm just having a wee so don't peek if your squeamish."

Danny chuckles, he doesn't peek but does go on to tell me why he's in the shower, as if needing to provide some explanation.

Again I assure him it's fine, then, getting up off the toilet I declare my intention to join him under the water.

Pulling back the curtain and stepping in I'm met with the sight of a guy way too young for me to have spent the night with, I thought that my ex boyfriend Chris was youthful and he was twenty but Danny is two years younger and certainly looks it.

Drawing the curtain closed behind me, Danny, always the gentleman, relinquishes his turn under the water for me and we carefully swap places.

He doesn't attempt to touch me yet, choosing instead to wait and watch while I wash my hair.

After rinsing off the conditioner I open my eyes to see that Danny has had a reaction to my nude presence. Letting my gaze linger upon his erection for a moment I then look up with a grin, "I see our friend is back."

Danny grins bashfully, glancing down at himself before replying, "I can't help it...it happens whenever I'm near you aunty Pippa."

With the lad beginning to come out of his shell with me, a sense of humour is developing, not to mention a kinky side to this still quite naive young man.

Asking Danny to pass me the shower gel, I get him to hold out his hands while I squeeze an amount into them, then suggest that he washes my boobs for me.

There's no hesitation and he eagerly applies the gel, gazing excitedly at what he's doing, he soon has a thick bubbly lather all over my bosoms and my nipples stood out erect and swollen in response to his fondling.

While we're both enjoying the experience, I put some more of the gel into my hand and lower it to Danny's balls, causing a flinch from my young friend, and as I begin to massage the slippery substance into his scrotum he shifts position, standing with his legs further apart to allow me better access.

Making sure to avoid Danny's hard shaft so we don't have any premature accidents I continue to caress the lad's balls, using my nails to further stimulate.

Talking in a low voice I tell Danny how much I enjoyed his company last night, making mention of his blossoming confidence with me and the fact he took me all the way by himself.

By now, he's begun making little gasping noises in response to my affections, some of which interrupt his reply that he believes he lasted longer because he had already come so much over the course of the night, but also alludes to the possibility that he did better because there was no pressure from the other's presence.

What happened in private between us last night has planted an idea in my head, a very kinky idea. I don't tell Danny what I'm thinking right away but do ask him to keep last night's secret tango between us just that, a secret for now.

Giving his balls a little squeeze before letting go, I then rinse the lather off both myself and the boy, before asking if he trusts me?

He nods while gazing wide eyed back at me, "Good." My simple reply is followed by a sensual embrace where our mouths lock tightly together, and our tongues entwine.

Breaking away and making a hush gesture with forefinger to my lips, I proceed to get down onto my knees facing him and take Danny's stiff cock into my mouth.

There's another flinch and hands on my head ready to push me away, but within seconds this tiny bit of resistance is gone, and within a moment I have him trembling and jerking as he squirts a load to the back of my throat.

The experience leaves Danny panting and lost for words, just managing a whispered, 'thank you' as I leave the shower to him, reminding him not to say anything about last night to uncle Glen or John...as what I have planned requires discretion.

**

Later that morning we all have breakfast together, the smell of my full english wafting around the house soon has hubby and Glen stirring from their slumber.

After breakfast we take Danny and his uncle back to Glen's flat, we have family coming over for sunday dinner so they need to make themselves scarce and we need to tidy up.

My son Steve and his girlfriend Nat are our guests for the rest of the day, it's a rare visit as we hardly see them these days. After a dinner of beef stew and dumplings we retire to the lounge where we chat easily together right into the early evening, the pair not leaving until almost seven.

It's a very enjoyable visit and a welcome distraction to what's been on my mind regarding Danny. Not that what I'm considering troubles me, but I'm finding the idea such a turn on that it is distracting.

My plan is quite simple, ever since Danny had me in my son's old bed while John and Glen slept through it, I've not been able to think of much else.

The thought that both men were oblivious to our carnal activities gave it a special quality, one which I intend to experience again.

During the course of our journey, John has always known when I've been with someone else, there is perhaps the occasional exception, for instance Barry, the dirty old man who used to live next door to my elderly boyfriend Sammy.

John knew I had strong sexual urges regarding Barry but he didn't know I was going to actually do anything until after it had happened.

It's no secret that John has encouraged me to 'entertain' a lover in his absence, for example while he's at work. My hubby finding it a huge thrill to know what I'm doing with this other man back at home...in our bed.

Taking this kink further, During past intimate conversations between us, John revealed that it would be a big turn on if I were to take a 'secret' lover.

The way this would work is that I would actively seek out a guy, perhaps through the email pal site. Whereas normally we'd select a 'mate' for me together, this time John would play no part in the process, and most of my progress would be kept secret from him.

The initial contact with a suitable man would also be kept secret, perhaps using a night out with my friends as an excuse for my absence.

All John would know is that I'd begun searching for someone and that I was corresponding with a guy, nothing else.

This would add a new dimension to the whole experience, allowing John's imagination to run riot...had she or hadn't she?...and who with?...younger?...older?...black?...white?...asain?...or maybe there was more than one?

After a few weeks of meeting up with this mystery man, I would then reveal all to hubby. However, we never put the idea into practice, it would have been dangerous to just go off like that without John knowing anything.

But now, here with Danny, I had a chance to have some fun safely, all without John's knowledge.

I would tell him of course, after a little while, just like the original fantasy. And so I put my plan into action, later that night after Steve and Nat had gone home and John was watching a film on telly, I phoned Danny and put him in the picture.

The lad was initially worried about going behind John's back, but I assured him my hubby would be fine with it. In the end he didn't take much convincing, and we arranged to meet the next morning, while John was at work.

I would phone into work sick, requesting that morning off and Danny would tell his uncle he was going for a bike ride, which was technically true as the youngster was using his bicycle to get to our house.

Monday morning came and I bid my hubby a good day, we kissed and I pretended to head off for the bus stop and work, but I actually went to a local park and spent the half hour waiting for John to leave the house on a bench.

Once back in our empty house I didn't have long to wait for Danny. The youngster was clearly nervous and asked several times if I was sure John wouldn't mind, also expressing concern for my hubby's unexpected return from work.

Actually Danny's anxious state made the whole thing more realistic...our secret little 'affair'.

After locking our front door and reassuring the youngster I led him up to the bedroom where he soon forgot about John.

I lost count of how many times we did it, initially there was some premature stickiness which is to be expected, but I know he brought me to climax twice. Half way through our session I decided to relocate to my son's little old bed as ours isn't as noisy, I just love to hear those springs squeak and that head board slapping against the wall.

It was such a thrill to be enjoying this energetic young man while my hubby and Glen were oblivious to our carnal activities.

Over the course of the next fortnight I managed to see Danny in secret another three times before deciding to reveal what we'd been doing to John. My husband being genuinely surprised and shall we say, pleasantly so.

I was called a crafty little minx, John clearly very excited to hear about every secret encounter I'd had with young Danny, so much so that afterwards I was practically dragged upstairs to our bedroom and fucked till I screamed.

In the wake of our evening of passion John came up with a crafty idea of his own. Upon discussing the subject of informing Danny that John now knew what he and I had been doing, it was decided to avoid any anxiety the boy might have, that I would tell him by phone and reassure him that John was not only fine with it but found the news a huge turn on.

However, this would be done after one last 'secret' encounter between myself and the boy. John's plan was that he would come home early from work, quietly enter the house and covertly listen to us fornicate.

And so, on thursday the week before Danny was due to return to college, John's plan was put into action, this time with my young lover as the unsuspecting one.

After Danny's arrival I locked the front door and removed the key from the lock, a pre typed text message was then discreetly sent to John's phone, it said simply...'ready'.

I led Danny to the spare bedroom, making sure the door was left open so that John would hear us better, and then, over the course of the next hour and a half, we gave hubby plenty to listen to.

It was so exciting to know that John was just downstairs listening to us, although during the steamy session I couldn't be sure he was definitely there as he made no noise.

Later that evening when hubby came home he told me what had happened. After making an excuse to his boss John was granted an hour off work, he arrived back at our house roughly fifteen minutes after receiving my text message and proceeded to very cautiously enter, being careful not to make any noise.

John described hearing us as soon as he got into the hallway, the creaky bed, the headboard, and my moans wafting down the staircase.

We have a few creaky stairs so he decided against ascending and trying to have a peek, preferring instead to just listen.

John had even taken a short video recording on his mobile which upon watching, showed the view up our staircase from the hallway. While Danny was fucking me, hubby was just there at the bottom of the stairs, you can hear my moans and Danny's gasps and grunts.

John told me he was so turned on that he had to have a wank, stood there at the foot of the stairs cock in one hand a handful of tissues in the other, he waited until Danny brought me to climax...then came into the tissues with my cries resonating in his mind.

After making sure he was all cleaned up he left just as quietly with Danny none the wiser.

The next day I gave Danny the news that I'd told John what we'd been up to and that he was fine with it, not mentioning my hubby's presence during the last secret encounter between us.

**

Over the course of the fortnight myself and Danny were conducting our secret affair, we had also been enjoying time all together as a group. The driving lessons we'd been giving Danny on an evening took on a much more exciting atmosphere, as during this time we indulged ourselves with some alfresco and car fun.

John had put Danny onto our insurance policy so he could drive the car with learner plates on.

John would drive initially, to get us away from the busy roads and into the countryside then Danny would take over at the wheel, with my hubby tutoring from the passenger seat.

Typically, on the way out, I'd give young Danny a blow job as he sat next to me on the backseat. Getting over his 'phobia' about receiving oral hadn't taken long, and now he craved the loving affections of my mouth and tongue.

This practice of sucking the youngster off at the outset of our night together also helped to take the edge off Danny's libido, allowing him to last a little longer when things became heated later on.

It was such a thrill to perform fellatio while in a moving car on a public road, the risk of being seen made the whole experience very special.

I recall one occasion, while enjoying the lad's engorged bell, my head in his lap, a van pulled up next to us at a set of traffic lights. I could hear the engine close by, and almost immediately afterwards John's excited exclamation, "Shit!...she can see you."

This was followed by Glen's foul mouthed confirmation, before both men were overtaken by a fit of the giggles. Apparently, the vans female passenger had caught a glimpse of what was going on in the backseat of our car.

Her surprised look and subsequent grin were quickly joined by that of the male driver as he leaned across in his seat in response to her giggling comment.

Fortunately the lights changed shortly afterwards and we parted company. Danny was very embarrassed during the encounter and covered his face with one hand until they were gone.

Anyway, after I'd taken the cream off the top so to speak, John found a quiet place to pull over and Danny jumped up front for his lesson, and it was after this that the real fun began.

With the weather still fine and warm, the car was parked up and off we went all together for a walk in the countryside. With Glen's bad back this was usually a short walk, but using our local knowledge we were able to find a good secluded location within easy walking distance.

I love the prelude, knowing what's going to happen and then savouring the before, especially when the glory of nature is included.

My clothing is tuned to the groups needs, from the knee high boots on my feet up through a short skirt to a simple t-shirt on top, no bra and no panties...user friendly.

The long grass encountered upon entering woodland tickles my legs, shade from the canopy brings relief from sunlight and birdsong fills the air. A sense of mischief and excitement prevails as we move cautiously to a secluded part of the wood.

When a suitable spot is found we lay a blanket down, sit and be quiet and still for a little while, listening. In close woodland sound is important, it's all you really have.

When it's established that we're alone Danny is the first to come to me, the other two taking delight from watching, initially at least.

Glen is clearly very proud of his young nephew's progress, and there is a good deal of verbal encouragement.

For me it's such a rush to be the centre of attention for three horny men, being in the splendour of nature seems to bring out the animal in me and I simply can't get enough, my ravenous appetite earning a description of 'bitch in heat' from the guys.

I'm used over and over, as soon as one is finished another is ready to satisfy my craving.

These wild outdoor sessions are all about the basics, there's no experimentation or role play and no holding back, the guys just give me what I want.

If the weather is bad or we can't find a suitable place outdoors then the car is used, which is a much different experience. Physically restricting because of the confines of the interior means I'm usually having one at a time. With the front passenger seat reclined I lay on my back, Danny, again goes first while John and Glen keep watch and wait for their turn.

This adds an exciting dimension, the boys only being able to use me one at a time builds up the sexual tension, I can feel it in the air and see the desire in the eyes of those watching.

Knowing that they have to wait their turn brings out my mischievous nature and I often tease, being sure to make a lot of noise and also goading adds to that glorious tension all around me...I soak it up like a sponge.

As well as our special drives out in the car and going for woodland walks we also spend a lot of quality time at home.

Back in the privacy of our house, Danny's fantasies and inner most desires are explored in depth. His more 'tame' kinks are the first to make themselves known, cfnm for instance, Danny loves the feel of me clothed in delicate material against his bare skin, all my informs and lingerie are used, with more being acquired.

Amongst the new additions to my collection are a bunny girl, and two quite unusual choices, red riding hood and a princess. The princess proving most popular with Danny, who seems to have a thing for long skirts and dresses.

To go with these outfits I wear appropriate lingerie, black basque underneath the red cloak of miss riding hood, complete with black boots and a skimpy black thong beneath the long red skirt.

With the princess outfit my stockings, suspenders and panties, are colour coded to the long flowing pink dress.

During our steamy session, Danny takes the fully clothed fetish a little further by requesting I keep my panties on while we do it, pulling the garment to one side and slipping it in, he just loves to feel the delicate material sliding past his stiff young cock as he fucks me.

After he's finished I'm then requested to get up, hitch up my skirt or dress and stand with my legs apart while Danny inspects the wet panties.

It's such a thrill to see the wide eyed look of fascination on his face as he carefully pulls the soaked undies down and gazes at the splodge of leaked semen in the gusset.

This obsession with the product of his own lust does later lead to Danny indulging in creampie eating, just his own mind you.

Another kink of his, is that he enjoys making me 'dirty' after I've gotten all dressed up and clean with my hair done etc, I believe this to be another aspect of leaving a sticky mess in my panties...the process of clean becoming dirty seems to fascinate the boy.

During oral for instance, at the point of no return he will pull his glistening, swollen bell out my mouth and spray cum all over my face, ruining the carefully applied cosmetics and getting my clean silky hair matted with the stuff.