I was getting utterly fed up with nothing but very occasional, passionless vanilla sex with my wife Wendy. When Charlotte M came to stay for a few days the chance arose to do something about it with the help of someone whom I fancied greatly. But first, I had better explain how I had come to know Charlotte, who at 26 was considerably younger than my wife and I.
I met Charlotte in 2010 when I had been electioneering for a friend who had been standing for Parliament for a seat in the West Country. Charlotte was another member of the campaigning team. She was in her early twenties, a post graduate student - a very pretty girl, short with quite a full figure and beautiful, well rounded sexy breasts that were a lot larger than Wendy's. She had good legs and sensuous thighs. She excited me sexually and I fantasised about her but we were too busy campaigning for me to try anything. But we became close friends so I asked her to come and visit us in our home in the south east, which she did on a number of occasions.
My lust for Charlotte grew each time. Sometimes, I managed to get her a little drunk by serving her extra strong gin and tonics: on those occasions I managed to steal a few deep kisses just before we went to our separate beds; once we cuddled and groped as we met on the landing when we were both in our night attire - Charlotte grasped my prick through my pyjamas whilst I raised her short night gown and felt her cunt. One night when she and her boyfriend were staying with us, I heard them fucking passionately and groaning loudly as they came together: I rushed to my study and wanked myself off until I shot a huge load over the carpet. My wife could not understand why I did not want to fuck her when I eventually came to bed!
On this fateful occasion when Charlotte was staying, it was extremely hot and humid. The girls dressed scantily and I hoped that I would be able to take Charlotte her early morning cup of tea - since even Wendy was sleeping in the nude, I was certain that Charlotte would be, so I might be in with a chance of a quickie. After a long salad lunch in the garden with plenty of gin and tonics and chilled white wine, we were all feeling very relaxed, almost sleepy. Suddenly, Wendy suggested going for a walk to wake us all up. I made an excuse and declined but Charlotte agreed and the two girls set off. An hour later they returned looking very hot and sweaty. I suggested they went to the bathrooms for a refreshing shower. Later, they both came down stairs, refreshed and perfumed each wearing summer dressing gowns: Wendy had a night gown underneath and I assumed Charlotte was similarly dressed.
