The first thing to say about this story is that is entirely true, apart from the names which have been changed.
I’m an Englishman in my early thirties who is fortunate enough to have been in a relationship with my girlfriend for nearly five years. Frances is thirty, five feet tall, long dark hair, brown eyes and a size ten figure with 34 C breasts. She has a ‘girl next door’ fresh complexion, with freckles and an innocent smile. She was brought up in a very strict, religious household which lead to her falling pregnant with her first boyfriend at the age of seventeen. They married but things went wrong as her husband became a womaniser and they divorced when she was just twenty.
On finding herself alone with a young child, she decided that she would make up for the fun times she missed out on as a teenager and she began to really let her hair down and have fun. She soon made new friends and re-contacted some old ones to arrange the first of many parties at her house. Weekends became fun-times for Frances and she had the attention of lots of men. There are more true stories to tell about this period in her life but they’ll have to wait until another time.
She soon met a serious boyfriend at one of her parties and they enjoyed good sex and lots of fun for a few months. As soon as he became serious she dumped him and moved on to another man she’d already started seeing illicitly. That lasted for a few months and she then found herself alone. It only took a few weeks and she met Mark - a man with whom she really clicked. He was her own age, played in a band and lived the life of a carefree hippy. To the young Frances, he was great fun and very attractive. Their first night saw them become lovers and she was happy to keep the relationship casual and, as he was due to go to Holland to work as a seasonal flower picker a few days later, she felt that their fun was short-lived but it suited her.
Mark’s trip to Holland lasted about a month and on his return he asked Frances to go back with him for a month to join him and also to work. She arranged childcare with her parents and joined Mark on his return to Holland. They made some money, had fun and lived in tents for the duration. On their return to England, she expected to still see Mark but he asked if he could stay at her house for a few days until he found himself a place to rent. The days turned into weeks and before Frances could say anything, they were living together. She enjoyed the company and she was being well fucked every night – and I mean every night.
