Author's note.
This story was started in the interracial section, however as I feel the focus of attention has shifted more towards my fetish for much older men I have decided to post this chapter in mature.
The situation.... with number 8....
Barry.
The rational part of me, a tiny part, when it came to sex and my inner fantasy world...a depraved place for sure....was repulsed and ashamed of what had started out as an idle daydream, but now flooded my every waking thought.
I could not get 'him' out of my mind.
A sad, pathetic.....dirty old... lonely man...
Barry.
It wasn't even his real name but a mocking nickname no less.
However, Barry...as a name did seem to suit the old man who lived next door to my Asian lover....the old man who desperately....wanted me.
The knowledge of this desire was its own aphrodisiac.
His desire for me was obvious, my reluctance....eroding rapidly.
As I pondered the big question of what if? My adventure with another dirty old man, Sammy, continued.
We had thought about recording Sammy fucking me on a secret camera hidden inside my hand bag.
But ultimately decided against it as Sammy was way too observant.
Sharp, that man.
It was too risky to jeopardize our special relationship with a cheap stunt like that.
So, it was decided that an audio recording would be good enough.
My mobile phone, which I'd used occasionally for the last couple of weeks, was put to more good use.
His keen interest in hearing me converse with my hubby while fucking me had blossomed.
And as a result Sammy had become used to my phone being in the bedroom.
I'd downloaded a sound recording app from the play store that was easy and discreet to use.
All I had to do was activate it and leave my phone near us while Sammy got busy with me.
We ended up with some good audio of myself moaning like a whore, and John got to hear the loud groaning noise that Sammy made when he emptied his nuts into me.
John got to hear too, from Sammy's own mouth what my master thought of my weak, naïve husband as he used his wife.
Sammy's arrogance, and ultimate ignorance in the face of our shared knowledge, was a power trip.
We had him right where we wanted him.
Sammy may think that he was in charge, but ultimately, myself and John dominated him with our subterfuge.
Anyway, back to Barry.
Beauty and the beast? Yes and no. I'm not vain.
I'm no oil painting, although I do get plenty of admiring looks and attention.
I'm no Barbie doll either, just a natural curvaceous woman.
With all her faults.
However, Barry certainly was in this case at least, the beast.
I can't recall exactly what made me finally decide to give myself to him. It just sort of happened one day.
It was an afternoon, my shift at the supermarket had rotated back to mornings.
I'd made John aware of my feelings about Barry and as usual, my loving hubby stood by me in these 'out there' matters.
So understanding, John.
My rock.
The poor fella has had to put up with a lot of bizarre stuff from me over the years.
He understood exactly how I felt about Barry but did still have concerns for my safety, asking me to be careful and use my own judgement.
It was now early march but the weather still felt like january, bitterly cold, wet and windy.
Sammy had recently had a fall, slipping on an icy patch of pavement while out on some foolhardy venture to the shops.
It wasn't serious but his back ached and it was painful for him to do....his usual thing with me.
Both John and Dave thought it would be fun if I dressed up as a nurse to 'look after' poor Sammy.
My old nurses uniform had seen better days so John found a fancy dress one on the net and ordered it for me.
I do prefer to make up uniforms myself, from odds and ends I find at charity shops but we needed something quickly so the mail order one had to suffice.
When it came it was clearly cheap and tacky, and a size too small, but would do.
Once squeezed into it I quickly realised that nothing was left to the imagination....it clung like cling film to my every curve.
John was practically drooling when he first saw me in it.
Luckily in this case, the bad weather proved very useful. My full length winter coat would cover up nicely and didn't look out of place on such a bitter afternoon.
Arriving at Sammy's and welcomed into his warm cosy flat, I took my coat off and revealed to him what I was wearing underneath.
Oh my....his face...if only I could find the descriptive words to do the look he gave me justice.
Anyway, after a noticeably shorter chat that afternoon, I got down to the business of looking after my elderly patient.
Starting with a back massage on his bed....and ending with a mouthful of his warm spunk....
Oh, and in between I made myself comfortable, gently lowering my rear onto his face....for him to feed.
A voracious appetite, that man.
Sammy still forbade me to ride him, and with his bad back....it was oral for the next week or so.
Unfortunately for me, I sorely missed the feel of Sammy's big brown cock inside me.... but...as they say.... absence makes the heart grow fonder.
And boy did I grow fonder, we made up for that little pause alright, as soon as Sammy was better.
