Well, this didn't turn out as expected, in fact it was so much better...
Let me explain and introduce myself, I'm Rosaleigh Mae, Rose for short. Living or should I say surviving in a miserable marriage, alongside a narcissist, who was slowly destroying me.
It came to a head at the end of last year. I was taken into hospital with a life threatening asthma attack. The paramedic advised said 'husband' that she being me, may not make it to hospital, she is in fact gravely ill. They asked if he wanted to come with me, just in case, to which his reply was - No I'm a bit busy today. What the fuck, That was it, just those few words made me realise that I need to get away.
I found company in younger men, not young young, but younger than me, also, not loads of men you understand...... goodness, I'm not that bad, just a few now and again.
After finally leaving the marital home, I found a pretty two bed apartment in Plymouth. Miles away from where I grew up and lived for over sixty years. I'd lost both my dad, then my mom. My only sister had her family, My child lived down south, so I thought Plymouth would be just right...
Plymouth is huge compared to the little town I had been used to, and to be fair, at times, I felt completely lost. But, this was my choice and hell, I lived here now, so best I get on with it.
My neighbours were nice, younger than me, not that that had ever worried me in the past. I was of retirement age but the thought of staying at home horrified me. I needed to get a job, any job, so I walked up and down the high street to see if I fancied working in any of the shops. I had never gone down the job centre route, I just shortlisted where I wanted to work then asked if they would give me an interview. It's worked up till now, so why change the habit of a lifetime.
Finally I found a job in Derriford A&E as a receptionist.
I really enjoyed my job, I loved people so working in A&E I saw plenty. I made numerous amount of female friends in the hospital. I was happy at last.
There are lots of pubs and coffee shops in Plymouth, so I opted for the coffee shops. I'm quite easy going and love to chat, so I talked to everyone I met, a nice smile and a hello, how are you, always worked.
The one thing missing from my new life was the fact that I hadn't met a younger man or any man come to that for 'my needs'. So I confronted the problem head on'. I decided to join an adult site, I needed a name for myself, oh dear god, this is so embarrassing, I opted for Sweet Rose. I love roses, but the sweet, well I was thinking of an English Rose, I laughed for ages about that name, Sweet Rose indeed.
But hey it worked. In fact Plymouth had lots of attached and unattached men looking for fun.
I was introduced, via the site, to a businessman, younger than me with a filthy mind. In fact, a very similar mind to my own. His name was Andrew. He is incredibly good looking, with a body to match. Very muscly with good tattoos. We wrote to each other for quite a while, you know, getting to know each other, then one evening out of the blue, he asked me what I thought about being shared.
Shared? What the fuck, who with?
It transpired that he had done this type of thing before with a couple of guys he knew. Mainly from work. Women, blindfolded, and tied to the bed, and used by men that 'daddy' had vetted. I trusted him, but still felt anxious.
After a week or two, he wrote and asked, 'how about you call me daddy, and I'll introduce you to your uncles'. Yes I wanted a younger man, but this, this is something way off the mark, I didn't want to look like a loser or scared come to that, not now, so I told him, I'll think about it.
For the next few weeks, I carried on with my shifts at the hospital. Thinking constantly about what my gorgeous businessman had suggested. After nights of arguing with myself, I came to the conclusion that you only live once, and what harm would it do.
I no longer answered to anyone, I led my life the way I wanted. If my male friends had a wife or partner, that would be their problem not mine. If they felt guilty then they must carry the guilt themselves, or don't play away from home. Personally, I'm not interested or care about their drama.
The next time Andrew and I spoke I agreed to meeting 'Daddy and my Uncles' He was delighted, which made me pleased. I kind of worshipped this man and he knew it.
We discussed in detail what he intended for me, all of which seemed quite daunting but exciting at the same time. I was new to this and not having experienced group sex, I wondered how I would feel. I did put my foot down to having other women within the group. That is not me, I don't like it or want it.
Daddy informed me that I would have a man at either end, which sounded quite exciting, sucking on a cock and being licked at the other end was my kind of heaven, not that I'd ever done it before, but I did like the sound of it.
One man pummelling my wet cunt whilst I would be sucking one or two men either side of my face. Oh dear god, I sounded more like a slut every day.
All the while, daddy would be filming me being taken by his friends, and strangers alike. He would vet them all, and make sure they knew the rules. If I said 'NO' it would stop there and then. Daddy would speak to them all. To be fair, he is not a man to be crossed, and people that knew him understood that. I was so protected, I may as well have had a pride of lions around me.
Daddy wanted me to go as long as I could, then, when my cunt was full of cum, he would then take me. The previous cum, seeping out onto the sheets. This was his thing, which was fine by me. He also loved to put his toes inside my cunt, all wet and warm over his beautifully manicured toe nails. To be honest, I loved his feet and toes and enjoyed feeling them tickle my cunt.
The weeks passed, I hadn't heard from 'Daddy' which was unusual, so I decided to ring and find out what was going on, a few of the uncles hadn't come through with proof of 'a clean bill of health' so they were dumped. In the end it was just daddy and uncle. That was fine by me. Two cocks are better than one.
The date was fixed for Friday 21st June, oh my goodness I was so excited, I hadn't seen daddy for a while and was extra excited to meet my new uncle.
I got up early, showered, washed my hair, dried, then put my favourite creams and perfume on, I had decided to wear my new pretty dress, it was pale blue, with small daisies on it. White sandals completed the look. My makeup was, as usual, very light, but always bright lipstick. Today I opted for cerise pink.
I set off about ten, hoping to be at my destination by twelve. I just got through the first dual carriageway when a text came through from daddy. Oh god, don't tell me it's cancelled, I thought. No, daddy said he was way too busy at work and couldn't make it. Oh my god, without him, I felt vulnerable. So I was to meet my uncle Ian for the first time on my own, panic set in, I texted Uncle Ian and asked if he had the same text message. Yes he had, but told me not to worry, he was very polite and he would take good care of me as he had to report back to daddy later today. Plus he was so looking forward to seeing me.
His voice was kind and warm, all worries about meeting a total stranger were swept away. He told me he would be at the venue just before me, perhaps we could go for a walk together, just to chat and have a coffee. I thought this was extremely kind and liked him even more. I had seen a photo of him prior to this, but it's always better once you've met them face to face.
I set off again, going through the next dual carriageway. The roads were reasonably quiet, which meant I could put my foot down. My little car, although old, served me well. After the second dual carriageway, I have to go through such pretty countryside. I've done this journey so many times, for other reasons, and still love it when I see certain landmarks. The traffic was building up and I was now a quarter of an hour behind schedule, damn, I hate being late.
Reaching the final dual carriageway, the longest one on this journey, I managed to put my foot down, and regain some of the minutes lost. It was a warm day, with blue sky and sunshine. I had the windows down and was listening to Texas, yes it was an old CD but her voice is just so good.
Overtaking as many cars as possible I ploughed on, which made me giggle, especially when I saw a new 4 x 4, and my little baby whizzed by. I had a little 'Yessss' as I passed a nice looking black car. 'Eat my dust sucker'...... I laughed out loud as I said it, stop being such a child I told myself, I love it. All these conversations I have with myself, I often wonder if I'm crazy..... Nah my brain replied.
Motoring on, I finally reached the end of the dual carriageway, now to get into the right lane, and not cut anyone up. I hated this bit, puffing on my vape, I told myself just listen to her on the sat nav.
Yes she took me to the correct place. As I drove in I couldn't see the vehicle I was looking for. Oh, I hope he hasn't bowed out. I sat in the car park by the hotel and text him
'Where are you'
Immediately I had a text message
One minute princess.
True to his word, I saw the vehicle coming into the car park. Okay here we go, I thought nervously.
I hope I like him,
