Shirley is in France - remembering the past and looking forward to her future.
My name is Shirley and at the time I had been a widow for approximately eighteen months. David and I had enjoyed nearly 45 years of a somewhat unconventional marriage. I didn't sleep with other men, I slept with my David. My David didn't sleep with other women, he slept with me. That which we did, jointly and severally, whilst we were awake was another matter entirely.
Just before My David passed he told me that I should continue to enjoy myself and that he would be with me every step of the way. It took me a while to get things organised but finally I'm on my way, retracing the routes we enjoyed together. Hopefully rediscovering the pleasures we had enjoyed en route. I am back in France with our camper van, remembering the past and looking for new adventures. My David is with me.
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If you look at a map of Northern France and draw a line from Calais to the North West coast of Brittany you will see a spiders web of motorways, free and toll offering fast transit routes. David and I have never been ones for fast transit routes much preferring to wander. Being honest, if I'd put my mind to it, I could have left my overnight stop and been at the new Aire at Mont St. Michele for tea and on the coast I was aiming for lunch the next day. If I'd wanted to do that I could have taken a car and stayed overnights in Gites.
The dawning of my second day on foreign soil alone was beautiful. With nothing nor nobody beside me to cuddle up to on awakening I was up with the lark. As soon as I raised the blackout blinds I knew it had been a good decision to get out of bed. The sky was a beautiful blue with fluffy whites meandering across from left to right. The English Channel sparkled in the early morning light and there were just as many vessels of different types and sizes as there had been the evening before. I put the kettle on for my morning brew, slipped on a warm fleece against the early morning chill and stepped out into the sunshine for a few stretches and bends to get the old body working a bit.
Of course had there been anybody in bed with me then I'd have prepared for the day in a totally different way. AND got out of bed much, much later.
Wrapped up against the early morning chill, coffee and binoculars by my side, I sat at the picnic table and gazed out to sea as I had so many times in the past from the exact same spot. My mind went walk-about, back to the early days again...
Cheddar! The first holiday away with my David and the holiday that cast our lives in stone for the rest of my David's life. Martin, Phil... Mr. Bull...
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After we had drunk the coffee Martin had made we settled back on the old blanket I bobbed my head very slightly at David. My turn to be pleasured now.
"OK!" said David bang on cue, "We've had our fun now it's time to give Shirley some. Martin, I hope you have been watching carefully as she has frigged herself off?
Martin nodded eagerly.
"Use your fingers and make her cum."
He was good, surprisingly good. Either he had been paying close attention or his girlfriend had let him get his hand inside her knickers. He very quickly discovered I was more than a little wet and chuckled as he explored everywhere except my needy hole. I was soon wriggling and squirming trying to get his fingers inside me. The little sod just kept chuckling and playing and I just kept loving every moment. I tried not to cum too quickly and totally failed but he didn't stop. He obviously knew there was more cum to come. He also knew exactly how to extract it. Just as I came down from the first climax he eased his finger into my pussy with little circular movements, opening me up. I started to climax again, that's when he eased the second finger in. I was so surprised I started to buck hard which is when he pushed his thumb onto my clitty and rubbed it round in circles.
They must have heard me in the pub I was that vocal with my delight. David didn't exist, Phil didn't exist. I don't think Martin even existed only the two fingers in my pussy and the thumb on my clitty were in my world. They stayed until I could take no more and I had to beg for Martin to stop. Even then he took his time, teasing me, a little out then back in each time causing me to moan and shudder with pleasure.
When I came back to earth Martin was still gently stroking along my upper thighs and across my pussy. I pulled him to me and kissed him energetically with nary a thought for David's permission or otherwise. David had just told him to finger-fuck me and he had, wonderfully so if David had problems with me kissing him to show my gratitude they were his problems not mine.
After I had calmed down I sneaked a look at David and was pleased to see he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Martin made way for Phil who was clearly eager to show that he wouldn't be outdone by Martin. In fairness he wasn't quite as good as Martin to begin with. Phil wasn't so gentle and made a dive for my hole within a few moments which would have been good if he had had first go instead of Martin. Now it was a bit too rough too soon but it was still enough to start me cumin.
"Can I use my mouth?" he asked David.
David confirmed that he could.
With that permission everything changed. The finger was still in my hole but with much more tenderness. It no longer thrust deep but probed, looking for my pleasure points. His mouth descended on my breast, licked around my nipple then sucked it in. His tongue flicked back and forth. He switched to the other nipple then back again. With the finger in my pussy and his mouth on my tits I was very content. Climax built upon climax until I started to tremble with desire for more, for cock! He mouth moved downwards. I pushed my hips up to welcome it. A hand snaked under my bottom and lifted my pussy to his mouth. I took a quick peek at David and saw he was stroking his cock gently, his eyes bright in the evening light and I gave myself totally to Phil's mouth. We were laying head to toe, he pulled me on top of him, his cock inches from my mouth. I groaned. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste his spunk. He sucked my clitty into his mouth and nibbled it gently with his teeth. I was saved! I totally relaxed and enjoyed his expert mouth on my pussy. Tomorrow I would have his cock in my mouth, I decided.
He held my legs wide then slowly licked up and down my pussy. He asked David to give him a hand to hold my legs. With my legs firmly held Phil put his hand on my hips and raised and lowered me onto his mouth. Moving me around so that he could reach everywhere and anywhere. I was wailing with delight. I rested my head on Phil's cock, kissed it, licked it and nibbled his balls as the dam burst and a massive orgasm hit and rolled over me.
My man had held my legs wide while another guy ate me out!! Fuck! How rude was that? I needed cock. A damn good shagging and spunk in my pussy! Fortunately David was present.
