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March 17, 2013 · 7:59 pm

Part Two of My Cougar Moment – “The Morning After” with Lover No.6

The three of us lay cuddling together after our explosions . . . talking and kissing . . . and stroking and giggling with that soft warm feeling of complete relaxation that I always feel after such a wonderful orgasm. It was so relaxing that I had obviously quickly dozed off into a deep sleep (after Part One of My Cougar Moment).

I awoke with the sound of the bedroom door closing and the mattress moving gently as Hubby snuggled back into bed beside me. On the other side of me I could feel the soft warmth of No.6, laying face down into the pillow, snoring quietly and peacefully. I grinned back at Hubby and leant across to kiss his lips as he stroked my shoulder.

“It’s light outside” I whispered, as I could see daylight faintly behind the curtains. He nodded “that’s because it’s gone 7 in the morning!” he whispered back. I giggled as he told me I must have been so “exhausted” that I’d fallen asleep within minutes of rolling away from No.6 last night.

We continued kissing and as Hubby started stroking his hands over my nipples I couldn’t help but begin to slowly moan and turn more onto my side to respond to his caresses. I reached my hand down over his chest and cupped my palm around his growing erection. Our twisting and muffled moans soon woke No.6 and I felt him sitting up next to me. I pulled away from Hubby and turned to look up at my young lover grinning down at me. “Morning” I giggled . . . and reached up to pull his face down to mine.

His wonderful kissing stifled my rising moans for a few moments as I pulled him down next to me. His tongue was warm and wet and curling around my own, and as Hubby’s hands continued caressing and squeezing my nipples, I felt myself swooning and rubbing myself against No.6’s leg. He lifted himself away from my mouth and slid his lips down to my breasts. At the same time, I felt Hubby’s hands gently opening my legs and sliding down between them. 6 was sucking and licking from one nipple to the other as I stroked my fingers through his hair and guided his head from left to right and back again. I felt Hubby kneeling in between my legs and then his tongue licking down over me, sliding deliciously in between my lips and flicking up and down. He lifted his mouth away for a moment to say “God you’re wet!!!” before sucking down over me again.

I groaned with the excitement of what was happening to me. Lifting my young lovers face up to mine to kiss him passionately and suck his hot tongue into my mouth again while at the same time feeling the palms of his hands scraping across my nipples . . . and Hubby’s mouth and tongue hungrily licking and sucking at my clit. My muffled groans were getting louder and louder as I enjoyed 6’s wonderful kisses and I felt myself shuddering as Hubby lifted himself up spreading my legs wider and then pushing himself straight into me.

No.6 moved further up the bed next to me, still kissing me and still squeezing my nipples as Hubby began thrusting harder into me. I had to pull away from 6’s embrace gasping out “oh fucking hell, I love that” as Hubby’s pumping got faster and faster. “Squeeze my tits again” I groaned to 6, trying to reach over to find his cock. He was hard . . . it felt wonderful as I gripped it in my hand and stroked it up and down in time with Hubby’s continued thrusting into me. I managed to twist over slightly to get my other hand onto 6’s hip and pull him up the bed towards my mouth. “I want your cock here” I told him as I guided him into my mouth. I had to pull away momentarily to almost cry out “oh fuck, oh fuck” as Hubby’s pumping seemed to get even harder. I muffled my own gasps as I slid my mouth over 6’s cock again. Sucking my lips over him, and gulping my mouth up and down as Hubby continued to pound.

I heard Hubby gasping out as he came, holding my hips and thrusting with shuddering strokes . . . and then shaking to a stop. I lifted my mouth away and then pulled 6 down onto me as Hubby rolled off and collapsed down onto the bed beside us. I could feel 6’s hardness rubbing down over my tummy as we adjusted our embrace and I pulled him onto me. We cuddled together kissing and fondling as Hubby lay next to us face down on the bed saying “amazing, just amazing” over and over again.

Feeling 6’s hands, stroking over my arms and tummy and up to my nipples, continued my arousal which had been temporarily interrupted by Hubby’s coming. I sat up and pushed him down onto his back so that he was laying next to Hubby who had now also turned over onto his back. I squeezed in between them stroking them both at the same time . . . 6’s hard erection in my left hand, Hubby’s warm but flaccid cock in my right. He was grinning up at me and nodded his head towards 6 saying “Yes, I know he’s impressive sweetheart”. We all laughed and I leant forward to kiss Hubby as I told him “yours felt quite impressive a few minutes ago”.

I continued stroking Hubby, and heard him gasp, as I leant down and sucked 6’s cock into my mouth again. It felt even harder than it had when Hubby had been fucking me a few minutes before. As I sucked right down onto it I could feel it almost gag my throat as I pushed my mouth onto him as far as I could go. I brought my lips right back up to the head to curl my tongue around the tip and then suck down onto him again. I could feel him twisting and moaning under me now. Hubby pulled himself away from my other hand and, not letting my mouth pull away from 6’s wonderful cock, I knelt myself in between his legs.

I felt Hubby tapping me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and lifted myself away from my sucking for a moment to see him handing me a condom. I placed it with my fingers on the tip of 6’s head and then leant forward again with my lips to roll the rest of it down over 6’s cock with my mouth. I heard, and felt, him gasping and twitching under me. I shuffled forwards, lifting myself up and holding his cock in my hand until I felt its head rubbing under me. It felt absolutely glorious as I pushed myself down onto it . . . feeling his hardness pushing up into me. I leant forward to kiss him as his hands ran down my back and I felt them cupping the cheeks of my bottom. As our tongues swirled around each others I felt him begin to thrust up against me and I responded by pushing my hips down to meet his upward strokes. He pulled his mouth away from mine and pushed his palms against my breasts pushing me up into a sitting position again as he continued to thrust his hips up against me. I was loving the feeling, and gasping out “oh, that’s naughty” as he dropped his hands to my knees and began to pump faster. I responded by lifting up and then pushing back down on him and twisting my hips in a swivelling motion as I met his thrusts.

Hubby had sat up off the bed now, and I felt him moving around to kneel behind us and reach around to squeeze my breasts as he leant forward to kiss my neck . Although I enjoy any position with a hard cock inside me, I’m not normally able to climax sitting astride someone . . . but the sensation of having my favourite lover beneath me thrusting upwards whilst Hubby was kissing me from behind and pinching my nipples and whispering into my ear “incredible, incredible” . . . was just too much. I heard myself screaming out “fuck me . . . oh, fucking hell” and as Hubby slid his hands down to my hips to grind me further into the thrusts of 6, I just exploded with massive shudders and fell forward into 6’s arms before rolling off to his side and pulling myself into him. I was still gasping and shuddering as I felt Hubby lay down behind me and had to shake my head to brush his attempted kisses away as the spasms continued to ripple through me.

We lay together again for some time . . . me recovering and shaking my head and refusing to answer the questions from both Hubby and No.6 as they asked if I was alright. I giggled as Hubby said “that must have woken the neighbours” and 6 told me how “beautiful” it was to hear someone enjoying themselves so much.

An hour or so passed with each of us excusing ourselves to the bathroom, and then returning to cuddle into one another again and tell each other how “bizarre but beautiful” this all was. I could feel 6 against my thigh growing hard again as we continued to kiss and gently stroke each other. “It’s your turn now” I said as I sat up and playfully pulled at his erection. I pushed him over onto his back again and slid back down the bed to suck his wonderful cock into my mouth again. I loved the feel of it’s warmth and hardness as I sucked up and down. I cupped his balls with one hand as I increased the speed of my sucking and licking. He kept trying to reach under me and slide his hands down onto my nipples again. I kept trying to shrug his hands away by twisting my shoulders and using my arms to push his hands away . . . but Hubby decided to join us on the bed again and pulled me up towards the pillows, saying “I think he wants to play with you again sweetheart”. My protests were futile and short-lived as I gasped with arousal again as 6’s fingers slid easily into my wetness. I rested back against Hubby’s chest as his hands cupped under my breasts and he lifted them up, offering my nipples to 6’s mouth as he leant forward into us.

The sensation of lying back in my husbands arms with my young lover crouched over us, sliding his fingers with ever faster strokes in and out of me whilst his lips were sucking from one nipple to the other had me crying out with louder and louder gasps and moans. “God, you’re dribbling wet” I heard 6 saying to me as he lifted away from my breasts to kiss me. I groaned with the delight of it all, and reached down to pull his fingers out and up to my mouth “let me taste it then” I told him . . . and sucked them into my mouth.

“Can I fuck you again?” he asked.

“Oh, please . . . please!!!” I moaned as I let his fingers go and lay back further into Hubby’s arms and tilted my head back to search for his lips. “I love it!” I whispered as he leant forward to kiss me. I felt him lifting me back further into him, his hands sliding in under my armpits . . . almost as though he was opening me up and inviting my lover into me.

I opened my eyes for a moment to watch 6 sliding the condom onto himself this time . . . and then groaned loudly again as he knelt back onto the bed and shuffled forward between my legs. I was reaching back over my head, grasping Hubby’s shoulders as I felt 6 spreading my legs and thrusting forwards. His thrusts were glorious as we ground against each other, him pumping into me, me throwing my hips against him wanting to feel every thrust, and Hubby locking his arms across my chest from behind. We were all crying out and gasping together . . . and hearing 6 coming again as he thrust into me and fell forwards onto his hands, sent me into more massive shudders of my own. I couldn’t roll onto my side as I normally would, as 6 had fallen over me and Hubby was still cradling me from behind, rocking me from side to side. I was gasping out and trying to push myself out and away from the arms and legs entangling me. Eventually we all managed to roll ourselves into our own comfort zones, somehow relaxing into our own positions and yet cuddling and holding each other at the same time.

Being served breakfast in bed, two hours later by two naked waiters, was just the perfect end to a perfect sleepover . . .

(With apologies for another such a long post!)

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February 24, 2013 · 11:47 am

PART ONE of My Cougar moment . . . Lover No.6 sleeps over

My first five lovers were all of a similar age to myself. I’d met them either through work (office colleagues or working for a client) or, in one case, on the morning school walk! They were all from similar backgrounds and circumstances . . . apart from our “open relationship” circumstances of course.

It wasn’t until our first few Swingers Club visits that the opportunity of “playing” with someone much younger than myself arose. To suddenly be approached by younger, much younger, men was at first, hugely flattering . . . and THEN, hugely arousing!!! And Hubby seemed to love it as well.

But although I found myself so excited by the attention, I was at first, far too nervous to indulge any of the obvious interest I was receiving. We’d chat to them politely and I’d turn to Hubby and whisper “I can’t, I wouldn’t know what to say, or do”. He’d laugh and tell me to “just be yourself and let it happen as it normally does”. And afterwards, when we returned home, our lovemaking would explode in a huge burst of passion as pictures of my young, would-be suitors, flashed through my mind.

It was several months, and several more visits to The Club, before “it” eventually happened. Perhaps the chemistry was just right that particular evening, perhaps I’d had just the right amount of wine, or perhaps it was his cheekiness or assuredness. But having spent 30 minutes at the bar chatting to a simply gorgeous looking young man, my giggling nervousness slowly gave way to a surging rush of excitement as he . . . eventually . . . took my hand and led me off to the “mirror-room”. (Hubby and I call it the mirror-room because although it has a private lockable door, the large mirror above the end of the bed is actually a one-way window which can be looked into from one of the main play rooms). I was wet, and tingling, even before I lay back on the bed . . . and the next 30 or 40 minutes was an amazing experience of just letting myself go in waves of emotion and lust. I was fucking someone almost young enough to be my son . . . and he was loving me, loving my body, telling me how beautiful I was. And I was loving it, loving every thrust, every squeeze, every push, every moment . . . and every climax!

That night was undeniably a life-changing moment for me. Not only having wildly passionate sex with a virtual stranger, but knowing that a young, good-looking, well-mannered and confident young man could find me sexy and exciting was so arousing and flattering that I wanted more!! And over the next few months I was lucky enough to meet several more “gorgeous young men” (My New Young Lover) . And one of them has become a very special new friend indeed. Genuine, charming, intelligent and easy-going. Someone whom you can enjoy having endless conversations with (as well as wanting them to shag you silly!!). And he gets on very well with Hubby. So well in fact that we agreed we’d like to spend more time with each other outside of the club-environment. We started meeting him at a local hotel and then when we had the opportunity of the house to ourselves for the first time since Christmas both Hubby and I looked at each other and simultaneously said “shall we invite No.6 ??” (Actually No.6 is not the 6th of my lovers, just the 6th I’d met at the Club). He’d stayed overnight with us on previous occasions at the hotel and I was so excited at now having the chance of waking up in my own, more comfy, bed between two naked men.

We agreed that Hubby would pick him up from the station, but my excitement as I was sorting through outfits to wear when he walked through the door was apparently so obvious that Hubby said “why don’t you drive down and meet him. Just wear your stockings and coat!” I laughed at the outrageousness of his suggestion at first, but was so aroused by the thought that I said “Do you dare me?” I had taken a short taxi journey in a similar state-of-dress before, . . . but driving to the station, parking the car and walking a few hundred yards to wait in a public ticket hall/escalator exit area . . . was a completely different thing altogether!

It was dark, but early evening, so there were lots and lots of people coming and going from the station as I parked the car in the station car park. He’d sent a text just before he’d got on at his stop so I knew approximately how long his journey would take and what time he would probably be coming up the escalator. But he still thought it was Hubby who would be meeting him, so I wanted to be there and waiting for him when he arrived.

My wait seemed much longer than the five minutes it actually was, and I was sure that every person that passed and glanced at me as I stood just inside the main exit, could surely tell I was virtually naked beneath my long grey coat. I was tingling so much with nervousness . . . and excitement . . . that I imagined I must be visibly trembling and shaking. It certainly felt like I was!!!

He smiled broadly as I saw him step off the escalator and his eyes met mine. I stepped forward to meet him and as we exchanged a brief welcoming kiss I wondered if he could sense, or feel, my nakedness beneath my single layer of clothing. “What a pleasant surprise” he said, “I thought J was going to be picking me up.”

I giggled and replied, “No, I’ve left him laying the table for some snacks”. I took his hand and led him round the corner to the car park. I could feel my nipples scraping against the fabric of my coat as we walked. It was cold, but I knew it was much more than the chilly night that was making them so erect and so sensitive. I activated the unlocking from my key-fob as we approached the car, but I waited until he’d opened his door and slid into the passenger seat before quickly releasing my belt, as I opened my own door, to let the coat fall open as I sat down into the drivers seat. He gasped out loud “Oh my God. You walked to the station dressed like . . .” I leant across to stifle his words with my first, proper, kiss of the night. His hands slid into my open coat, squeezing over my straining nipples and we were immediately twisting and embracing one another with passionate and gasping kisses. He pulled his lips away from mine for a moment to lean down to suck at my nipples. I pulled his head into me pushing my tits against him for a few seconds before sitting back and telling him “come on, lets go home before we get arrested”. The short drive home was difficult to concentrate on as he wanted to slide the coat down off my shoulders and stroke and caress over my tummy and down to my lap . . . all the while telling me how “amazing” it was to be picked-up in such a way.

I wrapped the coat back around me as we parked the car, but let it fall open again as we walked down the path to our front door. “You can kiss me again if you like” I said as I rang the door bell, know that Hubby would love it as he opened the door to find us embracing on the door step. I closed the door behind me as Hubby and No.6 shook hands and greeted one another. I slipped off my coat and handed it to Hubby as I stepped past them, “could you hang that up for me sweetheart whilst I go and pour the wine”. I heard No.6 gasping again “she’s incredible” as I walked away down the corridor, naked now except for my black hold-ups and black heels . . . and grateful for the sound of my footsteps on the floor as I was so wet I felt I must be squelching with every step.

We sat sipping our wine, No.6 on the sofa next to me and Hubby bringing in several platters of snacks from the kitchen to place on the coffee table before sitting down opposite us in his usual armchair. I stroked 6’s knee occasionally as we chatted for ten minutes or so, before finally feeling it would have to me who would be the first one to break that awkward first “polite conversation moments” that always seem to occur on occasions like these. “Come on you two” I giggled, “I’m the only one who is undressed”. I leant across to kiss him again, this time stroking my hand over his cheek and then round behind his head as I felt his tongue meeting mine. We twisted into one another again, this time without the restriction of a steering wheel and handbrake between us. I began to moan as I felt one hand reaching up to squeeze at my tits whilst his other reached round behind me and stroked down my back. As our embrace became more passionate I began unbuttoning his shirt and then down to his belt. We continued kissing and stroking at each other as I guided his shirt off each shoulder and felt his arms pull away from me long enough to extract himself from his sleeves.

Having unbuckled his belt I lifted myself up off the sofa to drop down onto my knees on the floor in front of him and help slide his trousers from under him as he lifted his hips up off the seat. I pulled his trousers, and pants, down over his knees together, moaning “oh that’s lovely”, as his wonderful cock wobbled and lifted upwards from his lap. I pulled off his socks and dropped them onto the floor behind me before leaning forward and kissing him teasingly on the inside of his thighs. First on the left, then on the right. Then back to the left, moving higher and flicking my tongue against his skin there before moving across to the right again. He reached forwards trying to lift me back up onto the sofa, but I gently shrugged his hands away and kissed higher, leaning further forwards and kissing from left to right and back again. His cock was standing fully erect now, that wonderful head just inviting me to . . . lean further forward still . . .

He gasped as I slid my lips down over him and pushed my hands against his hips, pushing him back against the seat of the sofa. He willingly spread his knees wider now as I lifted myself further forward, sucking slowly up and down on the warm hardness in my mouth. I lifted away for a moment to tell him “I’ve missed your wonderful cock so much” before licking my tongue around its head and then engulfing him again. I continued my sucking up and down for several more minutes before he slid his hands under my armpits and started lifting me upwards more insistently now. I let him pull me up onto his lap and heard myself groaning loudly as I felt his shaft rubbing against me. My groans were muffled for a moment as we kissed again and I felt his tongue pushing against mine, swirling around in my mouth as he twisted under me. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Hubby, naked now too, sitting forward on the edge of his chair. I reached my hand out towards him, motioning with my fingers to let him know what I needed. He stood and moved off towards the kitchen, returning a minute later to hand me the condom and whispering “it’s beautiful” as I lifted myself up to roll it down over 6’s gorgeous cock. We seemed to adjust our positions almost involuntarily as I straddled myself over his lap and then felt that glorious first push upwards into me. We rocked against each other gently as we continued our kissing, slowly increasing the tempo of him thrusting up inside me, and of me twisting and pushing back down against him. His hands had slid down to hold and guide the rhythm of my hips now and I had mine on his shoulders to steady myself against his wonderfully increasing thrusts from beneath me. I pulled away from our embrace and lifted my head back, “Oh fuck, I love it.” And then “yes suck them” as he leant forward to suck his lips over my left nipple. I leant further backwards on him and brought my hands down to my tits, squeezing them together to swivel them from left to right across his mouth, alternating his sucking from one nipple to the other.

My moans were getting ever more louder as we fucked against each other and I felt myself getting closer and closer. There’s just something so liberating about being able to really let oneself go in the comfort of ones own home . . . and as it came I knew I was gasping out “fucking, fucking coming” with huge screams as I locked my arms around him and buried my face into his shoulder as I shuddered and shook with the waves sweeping through me. We stayed cradled together, motionless save for the gentle spasms of my after-shocks, for several minutes before I was conscious of him trying to carefully slide away from beneath me. I twisted off his lap and collapsed on my back into the corner of the sofa, giggling as he pulled the condom off himself and Hubby stepped forward again to take the (empty) rubber from our guest. “He’s so well trained isn’t he?” I teased . . . only for 6 to chastise me for being “rude”. Hubby and I laughed together, as he said to 6 “it’s quite alright, I do know my place, I’m always clearing up after her”.

We continued our teasing as Hubby returned to top up our wine glasses . . . and I reached forward to stroke his own cock which was wobbling in front of me. “Ooohh, two stiff men to play with” I teased as I nodded my head towards 6 sitting next to me and still hard enough for his cock to be stretching upwards from his lap.

“Why don’t we move upstairs so we can all be more comfortable” Hubby suggested.

“Oh, yes lets” I said, standing up and reaching for each of their erections, “you bring the wine darling, I’ve got my hands full”.

The bed certainly did feel more comfy as I lay back onto the covers pulling 6 gently onto the bed beside me. I sat back against the pillows propped up against the headboard and sipped my wine as 6 knelt over me and started stroking his hand up and down over my thigh. I was soon moaning again as I opened my legs and guided his hand with my own free hand up to my pussy. Hubby knelt down on the other side of me and I passed my glass to him as I slid myself down the bed slightly. 6 moved down with me and shifted to kneel between my legs now, leaning forward to flick his tongue across my pussy lips and then lick deliciously in-between. I stretched my head back further into the pillows and reached out to slide my arm around Hubby’s back and pull him in closer. “Suck my tits” I commanded him as I felt myself getting carried away again with the wetness between my legs and 6’s tongue flicking over and over my clit.

“Oh, god” I gasped out as I felt 6’s fingers sliding into me beneath his still licking tongue, and at the same time Hubby’s sucking my tingling nipples from one breast to the other. I could feel 6’s fingers sliding faster and faster and my hips wanting to push back against them. “Can you fuck me again” I groaned out, pulling Hubby up to kiss him and take his face in my hands. He was returning my kisses with as much passion as I was feeling, and I felt him shuddering and moaning too as I whispered in between kisses, “I love him fucking me”.

I felt 6 get up off the bed, so pulled Hubby into a tighter embrace and moaning as I felt his hand stroking down over my stomach to slide his own fingers into me where 6’s fingers had been just moments before.

6 knelt back onto the bed and I felt his hands lifting my legs up, first just up to his hips as he shuffled forwards . . . and then as Hubby’s fingers pulled away with a wonderful sliding sensation, I gasped out loud again as 6 suddenly lifted my legs higher and up to rest on his shoulders as he pushed forwards into me.

“Oh I love that” I moaned loudly as I felt that wonderful cock pushing into me . . . so deeply, as he lifted me up by my ankles, and pumped into me with rhythmic thrusts and strokes. Hubby describes the motions of his bum as like “a piston” (Balcony Members who have seen my video from a previous hotel evening will know what he means) . . . and with that thought flashing through my mind as he stroked I could hear myself crying out again and coming almost straightaway with loud gasps and crying out “don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me . . . ohhh fuck me”. I had one hand grasping up to try and support my calves as he continued to pump into me, and with the other hand I was, apparently, squeezing Hubby’s fingers so tightly that they started to go numb and he had to pull his hand away. I reached that hand up instead to grasp my other calf, and continued crying out with the exertion of each thrust. He hadn’t stopped, just slowed and lowered my legs a little before increasing his thrusts and strokes. I felt myself coming again, this time crying out with such gasps and shudders that he came out completely for a moment. He lowered my legs back down flat onto the bed, but then pushed himself forwards to lie over me, sliding his mouth up to suck at my right breast whilst Hubby was sucking and squeezing the left.

I gasped out again, “oh no” as I felt 6 shuffling and twisting over me again, spreading my legs out wider and then pushing himself forwards into me. “Oh fucking hell” I was crying out. I could feel my wetness engulfing his cock again, wet enough to know he was sliding easily into me, but sensitive still to feel his hardness and feel his thrusting. His own breathing was becoming heavier and more pronounced now, and I could sense and then feel his thrusting getting faster and stronger now as well.

It’s not just the physical sensations of a lover coming inside me that I love so much, but that whole feeling of satisfaction and achievement that rushes over me as I feel and hear him gasping and thrusting to his climax. I LOVE it, I really LOVE it . . . and to feel his orgasm arriving with such force and expression often sends me spiralling off into more shuddering of my own. We rocked from side to side as I felt his weight above me relaxing and his thrusts slowly subsiding. I squeezed him into me with my arms around his back and kissed his neck as we lay still.

Our recovery moment was eventually disturbed by my feeling a dampness spreading under my left shoulder. Too wet, and too much, to be us sweating from our exertions, I lifted up to realise it was obviously from Hubby’s own enjoyment as he’d been kneeling beside us on the bed. I’d been too carried away to notice him coming as we’d been fucking next to him. And now it was spreading and dribbling uncomfortably under my shoulder as he lay collapsed onto the pillows above us.

6 lifted up and extricated himself from me . . . his bag completely full this time . . . as I sat up exclaiming to Hubby “Tissues please!!!”

I shuffled myself across to allow Hubby to clean up, and welcomed 6 back to the bed cuddling him into me with kisses and telling him “That was lovely, so lovely!!!”

Part Two – “The morning after” will follow in a future post . . . If you are interested of course???

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February 6, 2013 · 8:09 pm

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January 27, 2013 · 7:59 pm

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January 16, 2013 · 10:02 am

FREE Excerpt to Celebrate “The Modesty Diaries – The Journey”

TheJourney300pixThe THIRD of my “The Modesty Diaries – Pt 1 The Journey” has just been published at Amazon and Smashwords . . . and to celebrate, I hope you will enjoy the following excerpt from one of my previous books “The Balcony” (also available at my Amazon and Smashwords authors pages).

“The Journey” details just how I came to embark on the wonderful open relationship I share with my husband of over 30 years. Among the 70 pages are accounts of evenings (and daytime liaisons) with three of my earliest lovers.

These accounts are autobiographical . . . not fictional and, as with the excerpt from “The Balcony” below, they are all narrated in the first-person as edited excerpts from what were initially “private” diaries shared only with my Husband . . . even the cover pictures are my own . . . so everything is 100% me. (More details at My Ebooks page).

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The Modesty Diaries Pt 3 The Balcony

” . . . at least everything is new and easy to operate in his kitchen. I set-up the oven and then laid out the table . . . it actually wasn’t very long before he arrived, looking surprised . . . and pleased as we embraced. His hands quickly slid under the hem of the robe at the back and he cupped my bottom cheeks as we kissed again. He asked if he had time for a shower and I followed him into the bathroom and helped him undress between more kissing and fondling. I stood and watched as he showered and talked about his meeting and the reason it had over-ran.

He always seems completely unconcerned about being naked and we walked along the corridor back to the kitchen with him still drying himself and talking on. He did actually wrap the towel around his waist before accepting the glass I handed him, and then walked out onto the balcony as I checked the progress of the meal.

“Won’t be long, about 15 minutes” I told him, feeling quite happy with myself that I was organising things so well. I joined him at the railings, looking down at the river. Even as high up as we were, there was very little breeze, it was still warm and, of course, being early evening, still completely light.

We chatted on, pausing as he stepped back to the kitchen to top-up our glasses whilst I continued to admire the view.
“I love it looking down on everything from here. You are so lucky” I told him as he returned. He handed me my glass and cuddled in behind me, kissing my neck and ear.

“I know I’m very, very lucky” he said as he continued to kiss, and then nibble at my ear.

As he slid his arms around me further, I realised he didn’t have his glass . . . and . . . didn’t have his towel either!

“You can’t stand out here without anything on!” I laughed. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip through the robe . . . and then as he adjusted his position and lifted the robe slightly, I felt it bare against my skin.

I shook and twisted “Vince, you’re naked. Someone will see!!!” His erection was rubbing over my bottom cheeks and then stopped, resting erect between my cheeks as he pressed me gently against the railing and I stopped my squirming.

“No one can see, they’d have to have telescopes from across the river” he answered.

To the left of us, his sun-seat with a canvas back and canopy, did obscure the rest of the building, and the design of the apartments to the right of us meant there was only a wall. But as I looked over I could clearly see the balcony below and to the left of us. They were both empty, but if we could see down someone would be able to see up if they did come out.
He’d opened my robe at the front now though, and as he continued kissing my neck, and telling me that nobody else was home, his hands were squeezing at my breasts. I turned my head back to accept his request to “kiss”, and knew I was moaning as his tongue slipped over mine and the palm of his hands were scraping over my nipples. They were already hard and tingling, but as he pinched at them gently and then slid one hand down over my tummy, I felt them getting harder and my skin stretching and tingling.

“Vince !!!,” I was trying to protest and twist my hips again . . . but as I twisted he adjusted too, pulling back from me slightly and then pushing forward and I felt his cock sliding between my legs and rubbing against the lips of my pussy. I’d completely lost my resistance now, the fingers of one of his hands was rubbing over my clit whilst I clamped my own hand over the fingers of his other hand which was sliding across my chest and squeezing from one breast to the other. I lifted up on my toes and pushed my hips back and felt him guiding his cock into my, now soaking wet, pussy.

My robe was now completely open at the front and I could feel the handrail of the balcony against my chest with my boobs resting over it as he pushed and rocked me from behind. I had to let go of his hand and grip the handrail with my free hand whilst I struggled to hold onto my glass with the other. He stopped his rocking and reached over to take the glass from me and leant down to put it on the floor next to us. He pushed forward against me again and his cock slid straight back into my pussy without me having to adjust myself at all.

I was just completely gone now. Groaning and pushing back against him and gripping the handrail with both hands. I was loving the feeling, the excitement, knowing my nipples were pressing against nothing but fresh-air, but wanting to push and feel it more. He was still rubbing the fingers of one hand over and over my lips and button and gripping me around my tummy with his other arm. I was completely carried away with what we were doing, opening my eyes for a moment to look out in front of us and down at the river below. I could “feel” the open-air against my skin, but I wanted to see it too. I closed my eyes again, squeezing them tightly tight, wanting so much to come like this, in this position, in this place. I could feel him grunting faster too. He lifted his arm up from tummy to my nipple.

“Oh, squeeze my tits” I gasped at him. He lifted his other hand away from my pussy, but I pushed it back down again. His thrusts were now becoming pumps, hard and grunting in time with each push forwards.

“Not inside” I gasped at him. I heard him grunting louder for several more hard, pushing strokes and then felt him pull suddenly out and thrust his cock forward against me again. I was still gripping the handrail and could feel him rubbing himself feverishly over me, sliding his erection up and down between my bum cheeks.  He had curled both his arms round over my tummy pulling himself against me. I heard him coming, his gasps sounding almost like sobs as he dropped his head onto my shoulder. I felt the wetness splashing up over my back and then over my cheeks as I swivelled my bottom from side to side.

For a moment I thought I’d lost my own momentum, but as he pulled me back into him, his hand slid down between my legs again, the pressure of his wrist rubbing over me like an electric shock. I groaned with the rush of it all . . . grasping the handrail again with both hands, my head hanging over the edge and my legs spread wide apart. He was still holding me around the tummy with both hands now, resting his forehead on my back between my shoulder blades . . . but his fingers were twirling around my clit and over my lips. I groaned again . . .

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With best wishes – Modesty

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January 8, 2013 · 10:14 pm

Modesty Ablaze is one year old this week!!!

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One year on!! A “thank you” picture taken last night January 7th 2013.

It’s so, so hard to believe . . . but I am one-year-old this week.  Yes I actually posted my first on-line entry “Dipping our toes, and falling in” here in January of last year.

That first post was made after a teasing dare from my husband after months and months of talking about actually posting extracts from my “personal diary” onto the internet. I’d been keeping a record of my extra-marital flings for Hubby for over a decade. And as our “open relationship” just continued to blossom and evolve over the years . . . from initially just the occasional three-some with one of my lovers, and then our first nervous visits to a local Swinging Club . . . our life-style was becoming more and more adventurous, and more and more exciting.

So after one extra-specially exciting session . . . and lots of glasses of wine . . . “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries” was born!!!

After that first post I was astounded to start receiving email messages from readers within the first days. And with subsequent posts (such as “Our Couples Adventure“), my email box was soon flooded with messages and compliments. And it has just been so flattering, and humbling, to have continued to receive more and more messages as the months have passed by.

I still find it incredible, and difficult to fully comprehend, that in just 12 months I have had over 24,000 visits to my Diary here, and that so many people have downloaded my Ebook Diary Excerpts.  And I could never, ever, have imagined that so many people would want to personally email me and ask me for advice and opinions on their own relationships and personal lives. I do try to answer every sensible question as quickly as I can (some of the more frequent questions are answered here at my “Questions you’ve asked me” page) but do forgive me if I can’t reply as quickly as you would wish . . . keeping up with everything here (as well as my “socialising” . . . LOL !!!) does take a lot of time. BUT, yes it is worth it, when I receive such lovely and complimentary responses . . . and I keep seeing how many people visit, and return, to my diary.

So, thank you so, SO MUCH to everybody who has visited me here . . . I hope the included picture, taken just last night, will go some way towards thanking you all.

More soon . . . I promise!!!
With best wishes – Modesty

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December 23, 2012 · 12:06 pm

New Photos Christmas treat for my “Modesty Balcony” members !!!

The Modesty Diaries - Pt 3 The BalconyI’ve just added several new photos to my “Private Balcony Members only” page.

They’re not actually “Christmassy” (LOL !!!) . . . but I thought I’d upload them as a very-naughty special Christmas treat for my Balcony Members.

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December 16, 2012 · 11:08 am

Bound and forced to please . . .

Modesty BoundIt had been several months since our night-at-home with Lover No.5. He’d texted incessantly over the following two weeks insisting he had “more to show me”. I’d loved the experience of course and certainly wanted to see him again, but busy end of summer “vanilla” and family events and then meeting our new couple, meant we never seemed to find a mutually convenient time.

His texts became less frequent, but then two weeks ago we met him by chance at The Club again. He was otherwise engaged with a partner, as were we, (but that’s for another post LOL!!!) but we chatted at the bar on several occasions and when I mentioned that we would have the house to ourselves again the following weekend he said, in a flash, that he was also “free to please”.

Hubby had been talking about inviting our new couple friends but I hadn’t actually made the call yet. As No.5 was led away again by his partner I looked up at Hubby and he laughed and said “I can tell by the look in your eyes you want to see him again”.

The week passed quickly with several texts back and forth just to confirm we were each still interested and it was agreed he would arrive at 9 p.m.

I’d been soaking in the bath for almost an hour, with Hubby topping up my wine glass, when he popped his head around the door again and said it had just gone 8. I swore at him that “I haven’t even picked out my outfit yet, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I haven’t even done my nails yet!”

The next hour was spent frantically stepping between wardrobe and mirror, before finally settling on just black hold-ups and heels and a loose cotton black dress. Normally I would have worn a blouse or cami beneath as the wrap-around neckline plunges low at the front, but going without seemed more appropriate. Hubby nodded his approval and, as we stood embracing by the bed, told me he loved the feel of his hands stroking over my back and bottom feeling “nothing but you underneath”. I could tell from the passion of his kissing and fondling that his anticipation level was as excited as my own. He left me to finish my make-up and went downstairs to set up drinks and nibbles.

No.5 arrived almost exactly on time and after welcoming cuddles in the hallway we sat in our lounge for 30 minutes sipping and chatting. Hubby finally asked “what have you got in your bag this time”. No.5 laughed and said “if you take me upstairs I’ll show you”.

We all sat on the end of the bed as he unpacked first his whip that he’d introduced me to last time, and then to my gasps and giggles, a smacking paddle, a black mask and two huge coils of red and purple rope. I picked up the rope, it felt silky and actually quite soft and pleasant to the touch. “I’m not sure I’m ready for being tied-up you know”. He didn’t answer but pulled me up to my feet at the end of the bed and pulled me into an engulfing embrace. He gasped as he ran his hands down over my bottom “You feel so warm and smooth under that dress. I don’t feel any knickers!” And then as he ran his hands back round to my breasts my already hard and erect nipples made it obvious there also wasn’t anything between them and the fabric of my dress. I was already moaning quietly from the probing tongue of his kiss and the caress of his hands, but then gasped more loudly as he reached down my back and lifted my dress up over my head. He passed the dress across to Hubby exclaiming “My god I’d forgotten just how beautiful you are”. I was about to answer him to stop being silly but could only gasp loudly as he reached out with both hands to pinch at my nipples. He pulled me gently by the nipples into the centre of the bedroom, releasing his pinching grip and then running one hand down over my tummy and one down over my bottom, telling me to “stand perfectly still now”. He stood back, saying again “just beautiful” and then moved behind me towards the bed. I turned to see him picking up the first rope. He snapped at me “I said stand still, not to move!”. Suddenly I felt him pull my arms from my side to cross them over behind my back and the rope wrapping around my wrists. I turned my head again, “oohh I’m not sure about having my hands tied!”. He stopped for a moment to kiss me on the back of the neck and said “don’t worry, I won’t do anything that’s going to hurt you. You can tell me to stop whenever you want me to”. Hubby had moved in front of me with his camera and said “Don’t stop him yet. He’s only just started!”. I swore at him “it’s all very well for you.”

I suddenly felt No.5’s hands on my head turning it back to look at him again. “I think we need to make you concentrate on events at hand more” he said before placing the mask over my head. He pulled it tightly down over my eyes. “What can you see?” Hubby asked. “Nothing, it’s fucking pitch-black” I hissed back at him. My wrists were suddenly pulled tighter together and the rope then run around my tummy. I tensed my arms and tried to move them apart but they were bound quite tightly together, and the rope winding for a second and third time around my stomach made me feel even more constrained. “Open your legs wider” No.5 instructed as his hand forced it’s way between them and I felt the rope pulling over the lips of my pussy for the first time. I gasped as the rope was wound up to the bands around my waist and I felt it being pushed through and then being pulled back down between my legs for a second time. The pulling sensation made me straighten my back and then a third and fourth loop seemed to follow . . . or was it just the sensation of the ropes being pushed and adjusted either side of my lips. “She’s so wet” I heard him say. And then I heard myself groaning loudly as a finger slid between my lips and felt it rubbing up to my clit, flicking over it deliciously for a moment. “God she is isn’t she!” I heard Hubby exclaim close in front of me and realised that it was his finger that had pushed over me and not No.5’s as I had assumed.

“Kneel down” I heard No.5 instructing me now and firm hands on each of my shoulders from behind pushing me down onto my knees. I felt the rope now being wound over my shoulder and down under my arms. “God how much more rope?” I gasped out as I felt my own wetness dripping between my legs as I tried to adjust myself more comfortably on my knees. “Don’t talk. No questions!” No.5 instructed as the rope wound tightly across the top of my chest and then quickly again under my breasts. I felt the rope being knotted behind my neck now and then a pulling motion. “Turn round, turn round on your knees” No.5 was telling me as he pulled firmly on the rope at the same time. I wanted to protest that it was difficult to manoeuvre on my knees and without any sense of vision but I remembered my instruction not to speak. I shuffled myself around on my knees following the direction of the pulling rope. He was twisting me around and then around again and I was losing my sense of position in the room. I could hear the clicking of Hubby’s camera and sense the flashes as he took picture after picture, but that only seemed to make me feel even more disorientated . . . and more exposed and more helpless.

The pulling stopped and two hands turned my head to the right. I suddenly felt the head of a cock pushing at my lips. I opened my mouth instinctively and sucked it’s length into me, moaning inside at the surprise and excitement of the suddenness of the erection being thrust into my mouth without knowing it had been about to happen. I had been expecting to feel myself being smacked or whipped . . . I hadn’t even thought about anything else!!!
I could feel myself so wet between my legs that I was consciously trying to squeeze my pussy lips together, rubbing them in gasping pleasure against the robes bound so tightly on either side of them. At the same time my head was being held firmly twisted to the side as the cock was thrust in and out. I tried to wrap my tongue around the head to try to guess if it was No.5 or Hubby mouth-fucking me with ever more vigorous strokes. Suddenly the cock was pulled away and my head swivelled to my right. I felt the head of another cock pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth willingly this time, flicking my tongue around the shape of it before it pushed forward towards my throat. I could tell from the familiar groan above me that this was Hubby sliding himself into me. I rocked my head back and forth on him as he thrust himself in and out. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a stinging smack across my right buttock. The shock and stinging sensation made me almost gag and choke on Hubby’s cock. Another smack from the paddle followed . . . on my other bum cheek this time . . . and then two more in quick succession. The hand on the back of my head forcing my mouth onto Hubby’s pumping cock meant I couldn’t gasp or cry out as I wanted to. I waited for more swipes, my bum tingling, almost burning from the sensation of No.5’s paddle . . . and the expectation of pain from more. But instead I suddenly felt fingers sliding gloriously between my lips, pulling back to pinch at my clit and then sliding back down again . . . and then pushing up inside. I wanted to be screaming out aloud with the ecstasy of what was happening, but with my mouth full and being pounded by Hubbys cock, I could hear myself snorting my groans through my nose, grunting in time with the fingers now thrusting in and out of me from below and the cock pumping into my mouth. Every sensation seemed to be heightened by the fact I couldn’t move my arms from behind my back, couldn’t see anything beneath the black of the mask and could hardly catch enough air between the furious strokes of the cock pumping in and out of my mouth. “God, she’s squirting all over me” I heard No.5 laughing with the delight of his achievements at my wetness.

My orgasm was so intense that I involuntarily bit down on the hardness thrusting in and out of my mouth. Hubby pulled away (in pain of his own he told me later!) and I felt myself falling forward for an instant . . . only the edge of the bed, and Hubby’s legs, stopping me from falling to the floor. His hands on my shoulders, and No.5’s on my hips, lifted me up and pushed me on my tummy onto the bed. I felt soothing kisses on my bum cheeks, and No.5’s hands caressing my calves and then down to my ankles. I was grateful to be able to moan with the pleasure and take in proper oxygen now that my mouth was empty.

I rested my head onto the pillow that I felt being slid under my chin and moaned with the feeling of two pairs of hands massaging my thighs and legs and ankles. Slowly re-discovering my power of speech, I turned my head and asked over my shoulder if I could be untied now. I felt two hands squeeze my ankles, “not yet beautiful, not yet.” His hands lifted each leg further apart, spreading them even wider when I at first tried to resist. Then fingers sliding up each side of my inner thighs and then straight to my lips again. I gasped out “Nooo!!! too soon”. “But you’re still so wet” he replied as his fingers slid inside me again. Hubby’s hands lifted my hips up off the bed and my legs were pushed forwards bringing me up onto my knees. The pace of his fingers began increasing with each stroke and I felt my bum cheeks being spread wider apart and a tongue licking down over me there. My gasps and groans weren’t being muffled now, and I knew my initial grunts of protest had turned to moans and gasps of passion and need. The rhythm of the fingers had slowed to wondrous, teasing, bursts and flicks . . . and the wet tongue pushing at my bottom had been replaced with something much firmer and more forceful. I moaned loudly as I felt what I thought was a finger pushing into me there (Hubby told me later it was No.5’s thumb). The fingers began thrusting and sliding quicker and quicker again, and the pressure of my bottom being pushed down against them was making me scream out with huge groans. I heard Hubby’s voice asking “what’s he doing to you sweetheart” . . . I managed to gurgle back “he’s fingering my cunt and my bum” before exploding with my second orgasm with such loud screams that I had to bury my face into the pillow.

They gave me more time to recover this time, lifting me and turning me more into the centre of the bed. I felt them both kissing me all over my back and shoulders and bottom . . . the mask being lifted up off my head and the knots being undone from around my wrists. In my state of exhaustion and recovery the feeling of the ropes being slowly unwound and pulled from under me was both glorious and relaxing. I felt exhausted and satisfied in a way that is impossible to properly describe . . . almost as though I wasn’t part of what had just happened, almost as though the pulling of the rope against my skin as each strand was unwound beneath my bodyweight wasn’t part of me . . . but it was. And it felt so calming and relaxing after the storm of the orgasms I had just experienced. Normally after coming, I would just roll onto my side or curl my knees up to my chest, or cuddle into the arms of my lover. But here I could only lie on my tummy, not even able to lift myself up slightly to allow the rope to slide away more easily beneath me. Only as the strands between my legs were slowly, ever-so-slowly, unwound from me, did I feel a sudden tingle of “oohh that’s nice, it is happening to me”.

As all the feeling to my arms and legs slowly returned, I opened my eyes to find them sitting, one on either side of me, telling each other how “beautiful and sexy she is”. This time I did manage to tell them to “stop being silly. You’re only saying that because you want to have your wicked way with me”. They both laughed in unison “We just have!!”

We lay together with No.5 telling us more about his “experiences” and how different people react in different ways to the feeling of being restrained and teased and smacked. It was obvious from the feeling of Hubby’s hardness resting against my thigh that he had found the experience arousing and exciting. I reached down between us to stroke his erection and then gasped as his hands caressed my nipples. He sat up beside me to first kiss me and then slide his lips down to my breasts. I felt hands on my legs again spreading my legs apart . . . and then No.5 licking his tongue from my ankle upwards. I couldn’t believe I was becoming aroused again so quickly after the massive orgasms I’d had in the previous hour.

I was moaning from the attention of two men licking at me from different ends. “Oh, suck them. Harder.” I whispered to Hubby as sucked from one nipple to the other. No.5’s tongue was sliding over my clit now and then sucking at me there too. “Oohh I need fucking now” I groaned.

I felt No.5 pull away and kneel forwards up on the bed next to me. Hubby lifted my legs up and knelt between them, rubbing the head of his cock over my button, pushing and sliding. No.5 leant forward to kiss me and stroke his hands over my nipples. I had to pull away and groan loudly as I felt Hubby pushing into me. I love that first feeling of a cock sliding inside. The push and the warmth of it pushing me apart and into the depth of me. I muffled my groans with No.5’s lips again as I felt Hubby thrusting slowly in and out and rocking against me. His thrusting was becoming stronger and faster . . . then pounding into me with such huge strokes that I had to pull away from my embrace with No.5 and call out to him “Oh God, gently, gently”. He slowed to his normal pace for a few strokes before stopping completely for a moment. “I didn’t mean you to stop” I said to him as I glanced anxiously up at him. But he was only re-adjusting, and he lifted my ankles up to his shoulders and then pushed back into me again. I rolled my head back and to one side with the feeling of him thrusting . . . this time, without my mask, I could see No.5 kneeling up closer to my shoulders, his own erection swaying in front of me. I reached over to stroke him and pull him closer, struggling to guide my mouth over him with the force of Hubby’s pumping into me. My groans were muffled once again as I had my mouth filled with another wonderfully hard erection.

Hubby was pounding into me more vigorously than I can ever remember him fucking me before . . . and knowing he was so carried away was making me come again. I had to pull my mouth away and roll my head backwards as I cried out “I’m coming, I’m coming” in an uncontrollable frenzy. As he pulled himself away from between my legs I gasped out with shuddering sighs and rolled over onto my side forgetting for a moment that I’d left No.5 kneeling beside me. I remembered again almost instantly as I felt them both sliding down beside me, each reaching over and cuddling against me from either side. We lay together for some time, whispering compliments to each other and exchanging kisses as I slowly recovered my senses yet again.

No.5 got up to excuse himself to the toilet and I sat up to accept a glass of wine from Hubby as he knelt back down onto the bed beside me. “Incredible” was all he said kissing me on my forehead and nose and cheeks. No.5 walked back into the room and stood by the side of the bed saying “I need to be heading for home”. I reached over and stroked him protesting “No, not yet. I’ve been very greedy! You can’t go yet!” He continued to stand next to the bed as I stroked his growing erection and laughed as I said “look at you, you won’t be able to drive home like that”. I pulled him gently by his cock up onto the bed beside me and leant forward to suck over him. I sucked down taking him completely into my mouth and then sliding my lips back up to his head again, flicking my tongue around and then down the ridge of his cock. I felt Hubby pulling me back by my shoulders and No.5 climbed back onto the bed kneeling between my legs. He accepted the condom that Hubby passed him and I watched him start to roll it over himself before Hubby’s embrace obscured my view. I felt his fingers sliding and stroking . . . and probing . . . and then that first wonderful push as he slid into me.

His stroking was much more rhythmic and controlled than Hubby’s had been 30 minutes earlier, but once again I felt myself swooning from the feelings of this wonderful stroking between my legs . . . and my husband’s warm and wet passionate kisses from the pillow next to me. Hubby continued squeezing and gently pinching at my nipples but pulled away from my kisses and moved further up the bed. I opened my eyes to see No.5 stretching his arms out on either side of me and arching his back as he stroked into me a little faster and firmer now. And I felt the warmth and hardness of Hubby’s erection as he rubbed it against my cheek and then pushed it towards my lips. I turned to let him slide himself into my mouth, groaning inside again as I heard both men start gasping and moaning quite loudly themselves. I wrapped my legs around No.5’s bum and grasped his arms tightly as I heard him coming, not loudly, but with that unmistakable gasp that a man makes as he explodes. I opened my eyes and twisted my head away from Hubby’s cock as I wanted to look up and see my lover’s face . . . I love that moment of watching a man as he comes inside me. At that same instant Hubby cried out with a loud gasp and I felt him splashing his cum over my cheek and then in more bursts over my neck and chest. I turned back and sucked his still shooting cock into my mouth to let him cry out in the enjoyment of those final spasms and the warmth of my mouth swallowing his last drops. He gasped even louder as he felt me swallowing . . . and as we both heard No.5 telling us “that is just beautiful” from his position of still crouching above us.

We all collapsed onto our sides again, cuddling into one another with me returning the kisses and caresses from each side. “Mmm, so greedy, and SO lovely!” I giggled.
This time, after we had each recovered enough to sit up and start talking normally again, I didn’t protest as No.5 said he would have to be going. I lay cuddled up on my side, exhausted but feeling wonderfully relaxed and warm and fulfilled. “Ooohh we didn’t even get to use those did we” I giggled as I watched No.5 packing his whip and several other, smaller, toys into his satchel. He laughed and walked over to the bed to run the strands of the whip gently down my arm. “I’ll make sure I make you feel them next time” he said.

We kissed our goodbyes and Hubby walked him downstairs to let him out . . . returning to bed and asking “would you like to be tied up until morning?” We kissed with just such lovely passion and feeling, just lovely, but I had to tell him “not right now, I need some recovery sleep, but we will do it again please!”

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December 8, 2012 · 11:55 am

New picture gallery . . .

MirrorwiseFINALdec12It’s been such a busy, (very-naughty-busy), month !!! Lots of fun evening meetings . . . and lots to catch-up on to add to my diary . . . but I just haven’t had the time (LOL!!!).

For everybody who has asked, I promise I will try to update here on at least some of our fun in the next couple of weeks or so (or . . . perhaps . . . during the Christmas break!).

But in the meantime, as a thank-you-treat for all your patience, I thought I would attach this pic from last Saturday. (Taken as I was getting ready to meet Lover No. 20).

And, especially for my “Balcony Members”, I have just uploaded a second picture-gallery with some recent photos and updated the video clip there.

So, as I said, I promise I will try to add a new diary post as soon as I can.

With best wishes – Modesty

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