That day, after meeting harry for the first time, I went back home after work and.....played with myself.
With thoughts and images of harry filling my mind.....it was a good one, I had a lot of fun that afternoon.
Harry, he was perfect.....not just for me but for our purposes. We had been given another golden opportunity.
An opportunity I was eager not to waste.
Excitement buzzed through me all day, I couldn't wait to tell john.
Later that night I told him all about what happened at work that morning, all about harry.
"A royal marine!"
John said, his eyes widening.
"Bloody hell pips.....you don't do things by halves do you"
I just giggled and pointed out that he was retired. He became very excited as I told him all that had happened that day and took great interest in that doreen had thought old harry was after me.
I then informed my husband about what I'd done when I got back home....and who I'd imagined.....while doing it.
This had an immediate effect and seen as the boys were out....
I ended up receiving three sticky loads that evening, two in my fanny and one down the back of my throat.
After our passionate love making it was decided then, that night, that we would proceed with a plan.
I felt ready, that surge of excitement like with neil, when I realised I was up for it.....god.....that feeling is like a drug.....which I still enjoy to this day.
John's main concern was for my safety. This guy after all, was the opposite of neil. Neil was a big softie,shy, timid, submissive....
Harry was an ex marine, he'd been trained to kill people, almost certainly had, In battle. They couldn't be more different.
A big man, taller and heavier built than my husband. I worried that he felt threatened. I asked him if it was going to be a problem? if so, then we'd call it off.
John looked thoughtful for a moment, when he spoke it was initially in a matter of fact kind of way.
"Well....if you are comfortable with him....that's all that matters....so what if he's bigger and tougher than me....I'm just making sure that you think it's alright?"
I smiled warmly, then kissed him slowly on the lips.
Pulling back, I looked my husband in the eyes and said.
"Your the one I love.....never forget that.....this....harry....is just going to be a bit of fun"
He nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face before he spoke
"Oh yes......I can't wait to see this.....fuck me this is guna be good"
That's exactly how it felt to me too at the time.
But at that stage we had no idea that we were about to make a mistake.
Not a big one but......you know that saying?....be careful what you wish for?.....
That night after the boys had come back and everyone was in bed, we discussed what would happen next, how this would move forward.
It was obvious that harry was very interested in me, 'sniffing around' as they say, it was a similar situation to george at church view. All I had to do was.....let it move forward.
Let him chase me for a while....then.... give in.
The time spent being pursued would be up to me.
I shouldn't play hard to get too long or he might lose interest, just enough time for me to have some fun, which I was looking forward to.
After all it's not just about the destination, it's the journey too. Especially for me, I adore attention, even though openly pretending not to. That smouldering run up to the act itself is..... addictive.
Once i gave in to harry, I'd bring him back here to our bedroom. Make sure the camera's were rolling, and that, would be that.
And once we got to know each other better I could slowly, carefully, bring john into this.
We didn't know how at that stage but would worry about it later.
It was our joint fantasy that I would be shared equally between john and one other man..... eventually.
John at that time was more than happy to listen to my vivid descriptions afterwards, and watching videos of his wife 'entertaining' another man.
The next day at work, harry was just the same. They turned up, him and tony about 12 with a big load of bags. Just after christmas is the busiest time for charity shops.
Harry was his usual loud, cheery self. He made us all laugh and paid me a lot of attention, asking me lots of questions about all sorts.
What does my husband do? Any children? Why don't you drive? Why are you so shy?
The 'shy' thing was his weapon against me, he knew he could make me blush, enjoyed making me blush.
He became more touchy feely around me too. Although not as much as the older ladies, who were used to it.
I won't go into detail about the days leading up to my first time with harry.
There would be too much to write about.
During the remainder of that week harry did indeed get quite flirty with me, at first I ignored the bait but then, slowly, started to flirt back. Although cautiously, and never in front of the others.
