Visiting Janice come the weekend was always a sheer delight, we'd have a wonderful time together, meals out and a jaunt in the beautiful countryside which we both adore.
She is a renown writer and has a large country cottage near a stream which is the most inspirational home she has ever lived in she says.
For the time being I have to keep my association with Janice discreet because, being in the media's attention and knowing how they go for a nice bit of juicy scandal, she would not like it known that she is having an illicit affair with a guy 14 years her junior. That's me Pete by the way.
Nothing meant against me she always reassures, she loves me to death (her words) and would never want to lose me - her husband being into several girls at the last count, so why should she not have some enjoyment out of life too. She says.
That me again. I love being her toy boy, she serves me well in all ways and I would never do anything to distract that or upset her, she is delicious and wonderfully feminine with a gorgeous neat slim body I could die for and being with a woman of experience is a delight indeed.
But last weekend, well she complained about hair in her mouth.
"Darling I do so love our mutual oral interludes but you should really do something about that hairy
area down there." she whispered after out last head to toe, she sucking me and me her, that wonderful delicious feeling of sharing our all and how she loves to suck it so slow and with so much sheer concentration, teasing my balls and rubbing up the stem, and I love the taste of her too as she lets me stare beneath her tight black skirt, teasing me with just a little of her red lace panties showing, me teasing the inside of her thighs until she literally clasps her hands around my neck and pushes my face into her warm wet middle with all the wonderful sounds of joy - the thrill of just being smothered by moist wet silk underwear is something special, and I relish the taste and smell of ripe wet pussy which she loves to move over my face, just occasionally letting me up for air as she sucks my hard throbbing cock to some degree, like she is swallowing me in her ravishing - in between sucks telling me how she loves the sheer taste of cock and could never do without my fuck at weekends.
"It has became part of my life , darling Pete and you are all a woman could want, just tell me if I am too much for you?"
I giggled and said no way, I could give her all she wanted and she replied in a way which made my mind boggle, that she has a lot of things she wants to try with me yet and would I mind a strap-on?
But back to the hair in her mouth I asked what would she like me to do.