A little about myself: I was born in 1969 to a woman who was seventeen at the time. My father has been in and out of my life and absent for the last twenty years. I have three step-siblings, all from different Fathers.
I lost my virginity and got pregnant all at the same time during a U2 concert in 1987. My first husband, Gerry, who was a friend of my older brother, lifted my skirt and fucked me to the rhythm of the music. Gerry was eight years older than me, a biker, and had long hair and a huge, beautiful cock.
He was a good man, and we got married in Las Vegas. We had two beautiful children together, a boy and a girl. He really knew how to fuck, and he would encourage us to have group sex with other couples, and always be adventurous in the bedroom. My life was terrific until Gerry was killed in a car accident five years after we were married.
My second husband, Stephen, was not much of a lover but a great stepfather to my children. He paid for my university education and asked for nothing in return. Because he wasn’t interested in sex, I strayed and had a few affairs, which ended up in our divorce. We are still great friends, and my children call him Dad.
My third and current husband is Scott. He was a very active lover when we began dating, and even two years after we were married, but in the last four years, we have barely had sex, and when we do, it is because I initiate it. So, after a while, I wasn’t interested in sex either.
Two weeks ago, a lovely couple, Gabe and Jordan, moved in next door. Gabe was overtly flirtatious from the start; my pussy was tingling at every interaction. I felt flushed and alive and started to masturbate again. I decided to document my experiences in my journal.
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Monday
So, I saw my neighbor Gabe walking his dog. Like an excited schoolgirl, I ran to get my dog to walk (Even though we had just come from a long walk in the park). I caught up to him and started talking, and I was determined to move the conversation to sex. I mentioned that it had been cold and that having someone to keep me warm would be nice. He asked about my husband, and I told him he was as cold as the nights. He laughed and told me a beautiful and sexy woman like me should be made love too hard, and a lot! SWOON! I told him I was sure he could care for a woman properly. He responded that many women didn't understand his specific kinks. as he reached over and touched my shoulder and down my back. I gasped and blushed a beet red. BINGO!
He asked, “Do you want to come in for a coffee?”
“Yes!” I said, too excitedly.
We sat at the kitchen table; he gave me a coffee and put some liqueur in it; he smiled and said it would take off the edge. He didn’t waste any time; he started asking me about sex, what I liked about it, and about my lovers. My head was spinning, I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I answered openly and honestly.
Then he told me about his “kinks” that he was into, bondage lifestyle, and Master/slave, but he was also a switch, and bisexual.
I think I hit the jackpot!!!
He moved behind me and rubbed my shoulders; then his hands moved down the front to my breasts. He pinched my nipples under my bra, squeezed my breasts, and told me to stand before him, and he sat down.
“Take off my clothes.” He ordered.
I hesitated, but I did it. Slowly stripping in front of this man I just met, fully naked and exposed.
He complimented me on my body and was delighted I had a shaved pussy. I stood there bashfully as Gabe got up and examined me. He moved his strong hands across my body. He was cupping my breasts, tweaking my already hard nipples. He had me turn around and bend over; he put his hands on my ass cheeks and squeezed like he was checking the freshness of some produce. Then he licked his finger and rubbed around the ring of my tight brown hole. My virgin hole, I might add. Then he pushed his finger into my asshole, without warning. I moaned with surprise and delight!
Gabe then held me close from behind, reached around, and rubbed my hardened clit; then he pushed in one finger, then two, into my wet pussy, and finger-fucked me until I announced that I might cum.
He stopped abruptly.
He told me, “You can never cum, without permission when we are together.”
“Yes,” I stammered.
He smacked my bare ass quickly three times.
“From now on, you must address me as Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded.
Sir had me lick my pussy juice from his fingers and pulled me forward and onto my knees in front of him. He had me unbuckle his belt and open his pants; his beautiful hard cock popped right out.
I looked at him for permission; he smiled and said, “You may suck my cock.”
I kissed the head, licked the sides up and down, and then took it deeply into my mouth.
Gabe then ordered me to get up and pushed me face down on the kitchen table; he spread my legs and got behind me, and slowly moved his cock into my pussy.
I was in heaven as his hard cock pounded in and out of me. I was starting to cum; I begged him to stop or let me cum. He just kept on fucking me, I tried to control my breath, to try not to cum. He continued to fuck me hard; I was almost crying; I wanted to cum so bad. Finally, he said I could cum, and boy, I did!! What an intense orgasm!
I was exhausted, but he wasn’t finished with me yet; he sat on the table and told me to lick my cum from his cock. Which I did, with great pleasure. Then he lifted his legs and told me to rim his asshole! I had never done that before, but I did it without thinking. It was different, and I quite liked it. He said he was going to cum, and he pushed me back on my knees, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, and jerked his cock and came all over my face, in my mouth and breasts. (Like he was marking his territory.)
He went upstairs, while I was kneeling on the floor covered with cum.
He returned with a metal anal plug with a red jewel on the end. He had me bend over, and he inserted it into my tight asshole; he said I should have it in every time we are together.
We finished coffee and asked if I would like to meet with him again.
Oh, God, yes!
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Wednesday
Gabe called me on his way home and told me to go over to his house and wait in his garden shed in his backyard. He said I should be freshly bathed and completely naked and to be kneeling, waiting for him, and of course, have my anal plug in.
Showering quickly, I rushed to Gabe’s house and let myself into his large garden shed.
I nervously removed my clothes, folded them on a nearby table, and kneeled on the cold cement floor.
I waited there for about thirty minutes. It was freezing and hard on my knees, but the worst thing was trying desperately not to touch myself; I did a couple of times, but I couldn't help it.
Gabe finally came home and slid open the shed door. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, then told me to take out his cock and kiss it. I did as I was told. He was already hard, and I gave it a long lingering kiss.
He then told me to stand up and bend over; he walked around me and put his hands on my ass, then felt my pussy. I was dripping wet.
“You’ve been touching yourself,” Gabe inquired, “You naughty little slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded meekly.
He sat on a bench, roughly pulled me over his knee, and spanked my bare bottom twenty times. I was vibrating, and my ass was burning.
Gabe started to walk to the house, and he told me to get on my hands and knees and follow him across the backyard and into his home.
Once inside the house, he sat on an oversized leather chair and told me to remove his pants.
“Kiss my feet and suck on my toes,” Gabe demanded.
I lovingly kissed his feet and sucked on each of his toes like were little cocks.
Then Gabe ordered me to take his cock deep into my mouth, but not to move, not to suck or lick it.
“You don’t deserve to suck on my cock, slut.”
He told me to look up at him. It was hard to just have his throbbing cock in my mouth and not be able to move.
Gabe then leaned over and gave both of my nipples very hard tugs, I tried to scream out, but I was muffled by his cock in my mouth.
He instructed me to get up and lay across his lap. I did it, knowing what was coming.
He spanked me more times than I could count; it was such a turn-on. He smacked each cheek three or four times and then rubbed it with his hand for a bit to soothe the burning, then smacked me again.
My fleshy bottom was bright red now and stinging.
He tapped my anal plug.
“I am so glad to see the plug still in place,” Gabe commended.
Gabe then removed it. It hadn’t been out in over a day, and I felt empty with it gone.
Gabe, spread my cheeks and licked my tight asshole. He pushed his thumb into my tight brown rosebud, and I squirmed under his touch. He pushed the anal plug back in.
Gabe then slid me onto the floor, grabbed my long hair into a ponytail, then brought my mouth to his hard cock. He moved my head up and down, fucking my mouth.
My jaw was aching, but I wanted his cock, I needed his cum.
Gabe suddenly pushed my head away and pushed me on the floor. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide. In one quick motion, Gabe thrust his cock into my sopping-wet pussy.
Gabe pounded away at my pussy, His cock pushing deeper with each thrust, until he groaned and came deep inside me.
He fell on top of me, and his muscular frame felt good against my skin. He put his fingers in my pussy and took some of his cum out, and put it in my mouth, heaven.
I needed to go home; my husband would be home soon. Gabe wouldn’t let me get my coat from the shed, so he gave me one of his sweaters that just covered my still-rosy-red ass.
I entered my house, exhilarated, until I saw that my husband, Scott, was already home.
“Where were you?” Scott asked.
“I heard a noise at the side of the house,” I lied. “Racoons, I think,” I added.
“You went out wearing a sweater?” He asked.
“I was stepping in the shower. It was all very quick,” I explained.
“Okay, you look quite sexy today,” Scott said as he left for the kitchen.
That was close.
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Thursday
I woke up so horny this morning; I was playing with my pussy at the kitchen table while having my coffee. My fun was interrupted by the doorbell. I cursed whoever it was, closed my robe, and went to the door.
It was Gabe from next door. I hadn’t showered yet but answered the door anyway. He just stepped in, closed the door, put his hand over my mouth, and pushed me against it.
“I’m going to play with my toy this morning,” Gabe explained. “Do you understand?”
I nodded yes.
“If you want me to stop, say Red; if you want me to slow down, see Yellow; shake your head fast; if your mouth is full,” Gabe instructed me. "Do you understand?”