This Sporting Life.
part 1
Lulu and I had been together for nearly 10 years, my 18-year-old son Liam, from my previous marriage, completed the household and a continuing great partnership.
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Lulu was now in the second half of her 20s but looked like she was in the first half of her 20s, with natural blond hair in a short bob, not a sign of a wrinkle on her face, a gorgeous figure featuring a great pair of tits, full and round with pale pink nipples still high on her chest like a younger woman's. She had a cute little tummy, not in any way obese but plump and very seductive. Our sex life was full and still creative and monogamous on both our parts.
She liked to have her pussy lips waxed regularly but kept a trimmed inverted triangle of fluff on her Mons Venus to show that she was a natural blond!
Her long, graceful legs were another great feature of hers, which she showed off to advantage in her very short skirts, which barely covered the apple cheeks of her pert bum.
My story, or to be precise, HER story, began some time ago when my son Liam had some members of his Under 20's Rugby team staying over in our house for an intensive training week to get in shape for the forthcoming season. They had all played on their senior school rugby first XV, and now, having finished school, played for the junior team of the local sports club.
The boys were camping out in our son's room and the guest bedroom at the other end of the house from our quarters. They were self-contained with their bathroom and a rumpus room where they could "hang out" and make as much noise and mess as they liked, on whatever timetable suited them, rather than fitting into ours.
I planned a business trip for part of their residency and warned Liam not to make his mother's life a misery by messing up the house, partying late at night, etc!
On my return, all seemed to have gone without a hitch, and things were all smiles and sweetness. However, when we were alone in our room that night, Lulu told me she had some important news about what had transpired during my absence.
What she had to recount was a bolt from the blue that was unexpected and riveting.
At the outset, I should explain that Lulu, to my almost certain knowledge, had never strayed from the marital bed in all our years together. I had often told her that she was the owner of her own body and it was up to her what she did with it. She always replied that she was completely sexually satisfied at home and had no need to stray.
On getting into bed, naked as usual, she immediately went under the sheets and took my soft tool in her hot mouth, bringing it to attention in moments. She gave me a great blow job, wanking my shaft, and fondling my balls, all the while tonguing my dick head and sucking hard on it to tremendous sensual effect.
I was soon pumping copious squirts of cum into her willing mouth, and as usual, she swallowed the lot with evident relish.
Once that mission was accomplished, she settled down to tell her tail.
"The morning after you left on your trip. I went to our bathroom to take my morning shower, and of course, I was naked coming out of bed, where you know I never wear anything but Channel No 5 as Maralyn used to say!!
On entering the bathroom, I was confronted with a completely naked young man emerging from the shower, dripping wet and looking rather dishy, I thought.
His name was Brian and he played in the second row and so was one of the larger specimens on the team.
It flashed through my mind that I had never had it away with anyone other than yourself, and surely after 20 years of strict faithfulness, a little dalliance, purely physical, with NO emotional or amorous attachment, would be OK and a bit of fun I would admit to just as soon as you got back home.
So I permitted myself to be a bit of a slut, purely on a temporary basis, of course!
Brian stammered some apology about there being a queue for the shower in their quarters, and he thought I was still sleeping, etc
I told Brian, who was staring at my nakedness transfixed, that he was more than welcome, hoping the double meaning got through to him!
He told me, blushing charmingly, that I had topped the MILF competition for as many years as he had voting rights, and he had always voted for me, and now that he could see me naked, he thought he had voted correctly as I was truly stunning.
The next utterance from him was a request to be allowed to touch my tits which he had always admired in my tight teeshirts and no bra.
All this was affecting his well-hung prick. Which was getting noticeably bigger and stiffer as we spoke, it was indeed a fine thing to behold, fat with a bulbous circumcised head twitching between his muscled thighs.