Let me tell you about some marvellous adventures I had with a boyfriend of mine about 12 years ago.
But first, a bit about me. Well, me as I was then. I was married (not anymore, I won't bore you with that story here), 5'6", slim, dark, brown eyes, long dark tightly curled hair, slim face with big brown eyes and a prominent narrow sexy nose. I have small breasts and a neatly trimmed little vagina that gets wet very quickly, very easily and very often.
Back then I was in a fairly dull marriage, with two kids of 5 and 7. I was fucking other men often but discriminately. I'm going to tell you about something I used to get up to with one gorgeous man called Mark. I'd met him at the hospital where I worked. He was a trainee there, aged 27 to my 33. He was tall, slim, gentle natured, and funny. It didn't take long before I started fucking him. I used to particularly love sucking his lovely long uncut cock, which would get harder than any other cock I'd ever put my sensual painted lips around.
We would meet at my house in the afternoons and he'd fuck me over my kitchen worktops, or I'd suck him on the sitting room floor. Sometimes we'd go for drives, when he'd finger my wet little slit under my skirt as I drove us through Pennine villages. It was glorious carnal loving sex, all the better for being illicit. We loved each other deeply but at the same time both knew it wasn't for keeps.
The most exciting sex I ever had was when Mark started a little game going. The first time was quite the most sexually driven I have ever been. Mark rang me to ask if I was going to be in that afternoon. It was a beautiful sunny October day. I said I was going to be free and alone, and that I'd love to see him. He gave me very explicit instructions as to how to prepare myself.
I was to leave the front door on the latch. He would arrive at 2 o'clock. He would ring twice at exactly that time and then walk in. He wanted me to be ready for him. I was to have trimmed my bush, and in particular he wanted my labia shaved bare. I was to wear a smart little black dress that he liked, which was tight fitting, and was just above knee length. He wanted me to wear a pair of silk white panties that he had bought me that were plain, full cut (not one of my thongs which he thought a little common) but very well fitting. I was to wear no bra, but he wanted me to wear my black stockings and suspenders. No shoes.
Furthermore, I was to take a dining room chair into the sitting room, place it sideways, kneel on the floor away from the door, and bend over the chair. I was instructed to have my skirt hiked up around my waist. Furthermore, I was to make no sound or movement when he walked in - just to kneel there for him as his mistress. I was glad and thrilled to do this. Finally, I was to take an extra black stocking and place it on the floor behind me.
I had two hours to get ready. I was almost shaking with excitement. I arranged the chair as he requested, and then laid out my clothes. After that I took a long bath, and carefully trimmed my pussy and shaved my lips. I remember stroking my little slit after I dried off, and finding it sopping wet and red hot. I was desperate to use my vibrator but managed to save myself. I dressed carefully and waited. It seemed an age til 2 o'clock came. When it did I was there exactly as instructed. I felt so exposed and thrilled as I hiked up my skirt and bent over, alone in my marital home, waiting for my young lover to arrive.
At 2 Mark rang twice and entered the house. I heard him pause in the hall, and then open the door into where I was waiting. He left the door open and paused again, silently. I heard him remove all his clothes. I felt his eyes watching me as I bent obediently for him. He stood close to me and gently stroked one of my thighs between my stocking tops and my panties. Then he walked round to face me, I could see his fantastic cock and a big loving grin on his face, like a cat thats got the cream. He had the stocking he'd asked for in his hand, which he blindfolded me with. He kissed my forehead, stood up, and took my face in his hands. He slid his cock over my lips, which I opened eagerly, and he eased into my mouth. I sucked him and tasted him as he started to fuck my mouth. He held my jaw, then my hair, and then pulled out. He walked behind me and started talking to me.
"What a fantastic married little slut I've got!" he said. "Aren't I lucky to have someone's dirty little wife who's so beautiful, so exposed and so hungry for my cock. I love you honey, and I'm as desperate for your pussy as you are to suck me. But I'm going to be slow and savour this." He knelt behind me, and stroked the elastic on the side of my panties along each buttock. He started telling me how he knew I had a gorgeous little twat encased in that silk, and he was going to enjoy getting to it.
"First I want a little show from you, to prove how much you want my cock - touch your sweet pussy through your panties for me." I could feel his breath on my thighs as I reached between my legs and touched my swollen cunt lips through the silk. It was so nice to do this for him, and so nice to feel pressure on my aching pussy. I could feel my lips swelling even more, and I felt so proud of the show I was giving him. "I can see my married little slut is getting wet - you've got a little patch forming in the middle of your panties, you dirty little girl. Mmmmmm and I can smell your pussy juice as well, thats sooooo good."
Then he told me to stop touching, to pull my skirt down, and to stand up. I was devastated, I was really enjoying myself - but as soon as I stood he told me to bend over and hold my ankles, pushing my bottom right up like a really naughty slutty wife presenting herself for inspection to her boyfriend. He slid my skirt up again, making it rustle briefly against my stockings.
He started telling me what a great arse I had, how he always loved holding it when he fucked me, and how he loved the way each buttock fitted tightly into his hands. He also told me how one day he was going to fuck me up my arse and make me cum, whether I agreed to it or not. I asked him what he meant, knowing full well that he always wanted to fuck my rear, but that I was hesitant. He said "You know I want it, and one of these days I'm going to make you give it to me - I'll anal rape you you little slut."
We'd talked about rape fantasies before, and this new twist on it almost made me faint with lust. "Lets have a look at your tasty bottom a bit closer - take hold of your panties and pull them down to show me your bottom as far as your little rosebud - but don't expose your cunt." I pushed my fingers into the sides of my panties, and pulled them a little way down my bottom. "A little further - that's it. Now lets see if you really are as much of a dirty married slut as I want you to be. Spread your cheeks nice and wide for me." As instructed I opened my bottom for him with my hands, adding to my delicious feelings of exposure and mild humiliation. He knew exactly how to turn me on without going over the top.
For ages I could feel him looking at me, examining me, enjoying me. I kept my bum spread nice and open, still bent right over, blindfolded in my own home. I felt him push his cock vertically against my crack, rubbing the shaft against my anus, his balls touching the silk of my knickers. I heard him spit on his finger and felt him rub it right round my tight little hole. He sometimes did this while he was fucking me, but doing it like this felt so much more explicit. He popped his finger in, and moved it gently in and out, finger-fucking my bottom hole.
He asked me if any man had ever fingered my arse before -
"No."
"What about your husband?"
"No."
