Hi everyone. Sorry it's been a while, but to be honest with you things have been very quiet for a couple of weeks. After a few daring weeks hubby and I decided to slow things down a little and enjoy each other's company - and boy we've enjoyed each other's company! I have to say that the feedback I've had from you all has turned us both on so much, we end up fucking whenever, and sometimes wherever, we read them.
One such occasion was last weekend at a garden centre in Hagley, which we often visit. We'd been out for lunch at a pub nearby, so we were both dressed nicely - hubby in his usual white oxford shirt and jeans, and me in a burgundy top, brown suede skirt, tan nylon hold-up stockings and red wine-coloured heels.
We were walking around outside looking at plants when an email alert sounded on my phone. It was feedback from a reader who was so turned-on reading about my last experience in a coffee shop toilet that he had to go and wank himself off at work.
The description he gave made me so hot could feel myself getting wet, and showed my husband the email.
Without a word he took my hand and led me to a part of the garden centre where the garden sheds are displayed. He opened the door to one and we stepped inside.
"I love how you can make men cum without even being there. I think it's your turn now" he said.
With that he lifted my skirt at the back, ran his hand between my thighs and over my stocking tops, slipped his fingers under my panties and massaged my pussy.
To anyone walking nearby, we were just a respectable-looking couple looking at a shed. If however they could see me from the waist down through the window, they would witness me being fingered to orgasm. That orgasm did not take long. His fingers slid up and down my slit, over my clitoris, and back. When he sensed I was cumming he replace his fingers with his thumb. He was pressing on my g-spot with his thumb while his finger was rubbing my clitoris - my God that's a wonderful combination! My orgasm was so intense I let out a gasp louder than I expected and saw an elderly couple outside turn around - bless them, they had no idea what was happening.
My orgasm having subsided, I straightened my skirt and we stepped out of the shed and continued to wander around the displays of bedding plants. Fortunately there was some hand wash and one of those big blue commercial rolls of tissue at the end of the aisle, so hubby could clean my juices off his hand.
So now you know what your feedback does to us!
Anyway something happened this week that, although not as debauched as my previous encounters, was still a hugely erotic experience.
We generally have a Tesco grocery delivery every Tuesday in the early evening, and this week was no different. But we'd both completely forgotten.
I'd had a pretty bad day, and got home a little after six - I had been to the office, but hubby was working from home. I hung my jacket and handbag in the hall and walked into the living room where hubby was sat watching Central News.
"Nice day at the office?" he asked casually, almost out of duty.
"Not really, I'm a bit wound up to be honest." I replied.
He took his eyes off the local news, turned to me and could see I looked a bit upset.
"What happened?" he asked, this time genuinely concerned.
"Oh, it's just a couple of the girls at work. I overheard them make a comment, that's all." I said.
"What kind of comment?" He asked, coming over to where I was standing, behind the sofa.
"Just about the way I dress. I think I heard the word 'mutton' being used."
"Oh, take no notice." he said. "Those little bimbos wouldn't know how to dress as sexily as you."
