The Penalty For Speeding

The car sped through the narrow country lanes. The driver, a man in his mid forties, threw the car enthusiastically into each turn and corner. He was enjoying the sunshine, the freedom of the open road.

He was on his way home; an unexpectedly early end to his business meeting meant that he would be home much sooner than usual, missing rush hour and surprising his wife. As he drove home he imagined walking in through the front door. She would be in the kitchen preparing supper perhaps. He would take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, she would respond eagerly. He would push her up against the kitchen counter and his hand would wander up under her skirt, between her legs. Her pussy would be damp as he pushed his fingers into her and she would gasp against his lips as he did so. When he felt her body relax against him, panting eagerly, her pussy tight around his hand, he would turn her round and bend her over the worktop. He would pull her skirt up and push her panties to one side, then he would unzip his trousers…
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Pick Me Up

I’m in the bar, alone. I have a glass of wine which I am sipping. The room is full of beautiful women, no men are allowed here. I’m not sure why I am here; looking for something perhaps.

A woman comes to the bar beside me, she orders a gin and tonic. I’m gazing at her as I nurse my drink. Her hair is dark and short, I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through it.
Soon my wine will be finished and I will leave.
She turns to me, “You were watching me” she says. The words are a challenge, yet not entirely disapproving.
She sits beside me, talks to me; before I know it we are kissing, soft girlish kisses which leave me wanting more.
She buys me another drink, and asks me about myself. She is sexy, confident and fascinating. I find myself pouring out my heart to her, unafraid. Revealing my thoughts, some new, even to myself.
She puts her now empty glass down with a slight flourish.
“Come back to my place for coffee?”; it is not entirely a question. Continue reading “Pick Me Up”

Surprised

Rowena arrived home from work to find her husband already waiting for her. He opened the front door for her, and after a welcoming kiss, ushered her into the house.

“Come with me” Bryan instructed.
She protested that there were things to do, but Bryan was adamant.
“I’ve ordered pizza, and before it arrives I want to have some fun.”

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Decent Proposal

“What would you say if I were to offer you one million pounds for one night with your wife.”

We were staying at the hotel for my Caitlin’s birthday. It was an expensive hotel, more than we could really afford, but it was a special occasion.

We’d been out for dinner, and were dressed accordingly. Myself in a black velvet frock coat, Caitlin in a long black dress, slit high up the side, with a low cut back. She looked stunning! I was looking forward to getting her up to our room, where much fun was to be had.

We had stopped for a drink at the bar before going up to our room, when a handsome man approached us. He asked if he could join us, but his eyes were on Caitlin. Asking whether we wanted another drink, he waved a barman over and surprised us by ordering a bottle of Krug.

Our conversation ebbed and flowed, but as time passed, he flirted more and more with Caitlin. She blushed and smiled at the flattery, and his interest.

After a long pause in the conversation, he leans in towards us.

“What would you say if I were to offer you one million pounds for one night with your wife.”

Caitlin and I glanced briefly at each other.

“Sure, if she likes.” I look over, she smiles and nods at me. “I know,” I say, “For a million, make it two. A cheque is fine.”

Slightly startled, the man draws out his cheque book, as Caitlin moves to sit on his lap. After he has written out the cheque, she gives him a long slow kiss. “Lets go to your room.” she says.

I watch them depart, leaving the half finished champagne on the bar. As I top up my glass, I feel an arm around my waist. “Hello, Amy.” I say, “There’s been a change of plan…”

I take Amy up to our room, with the rest of the bottle.

Being poly takes a lot of tension out of things, doesn’t it? I love it!

Muffins and More

Perrin brought me breakfast in bed this morning. My absolute favourite breakfast, cheese and bacon muffins (with chive butter). That’s only part of what has made today such a great day for me.

First, some history. We’ve said we are open to playing with others. Well some time ago each of us found a special person to play with. More than just someone to have sex with, these were people we cared for and about. People we wanted to be ‘more than friends’. Any jealousy we might have had about this opening of our hearts to others was automatically offset by the sheer symmetry of it. You love her? Well I love him. Simple.

Life is never that simple. My relationship crumbled. I had hoped to salvage something meaningful from it, but have been dodging the inescapable truth. He’s just not that into me. We may be friends, but we’re not Friends. End of.

But learning that hurts. And in the process I have become fragile, vulnerable, and uncertain. I’ve struggled to write here, finding it hard to find my sexy side. I don’t want to be like that!

So here I am, being brought breakfast in bed. I’m loved, wanted, I’m happy.

Then a switchback; while making my breakfast Perrin has been chatting on twitter, a sexy fun conversation, with another woman. I find this upsetting, which is ridiculous. Objectively, nothing gives me cause for concern.  But I’m unhappy. I’m envious, that he has women to talk to, while I feel alone. No one talks to me that way.

So here is the bit where my husband really loves me. He messages someone who I’d pointed out as interesting, to encourage them to talk to me. Then he makes love to me, and gives me a delightful orgasm, before going away to leave me to chat ‘freely’ with them.

I felt a little out of my depth here, I’d never had that kind of conversation on twitter before. Hey, I’m not sure I’ve ever had that kind of conversation. I did all my dating before mobile phones. you can’t talk dirty on a phone screwed to the wall. As I lay there, I realised how excited I was by this, talking dirty with a relative stranger. I relaxed into it, and let his images carry me away, secure in the knowledge that Perrin wanted me to enjoy this moment. Suddenly there I was, cumming, for the second time that day, this time for another man.

That moment buoyed me up, let me feel truly sexy again. I have been smiling all day. A smile only made wider when my sexy husband made love to me yet again earlier, and gave me my third orgasm of the day. Me, who usually struggles to have one!

I feel like myself again, for the first time in ages. It’s a good feeling.