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316 sending in a substitute 2316 Sending in a substitute Part 2It was later that I awoke, she was gone, her side of the bed cold, I could hear her down in the kitchen clattering about as folk do.Groggily I arose, early shift on Monday, meant I should have only about 30 hours to myself before I went back to that wretched depot, I dragged myself down to the kitchen, “coffee, toast?” how could she sound so bright…It was after I had eaten, I put out the bins, and then while I mowed the lawn, that I started to think again about the list, refining the contents, the details, and the fine print as it were.The afternoon passedShe called me to tea, our main meal of the day, roast and all the trimmings cooked to perfection by my jewel of a wife. The desert arrived and as she sat down she slid her list alongside my bowl. We regarded it as if it was a lethal weapon for a second or two, then I reached into my work jacket, hung conveniently to hand behind the door and slid my own list towards her. you could have heard a pin drop. Silently between mouthfuls of rhubarb crumble, I read her list, each line a fascinating revelation, that had me forgetting to swallow the crumble!It read, I have slowly come to the conclusion that it may be an answer for us both as I belive you could come to enjoy me being used. so…1, it`s up to you to pick the man, but we finally choose the “bull” together, especially if it’s more than a one-night-stand, though I have the final say so, it`s my body.2, it must be an untraceable meeting on neutral ground, at least for the first-time with any man.3, he must not be u******e, or ancient, nor sexually huge or tiny!4. no rough stuff, or anal, (unless I deliberately ask for it that way) 5, if the “bull” is arrogant or speaks down or is disrespectful to either of us you must throw him out straight away. You are my husband and he must respect your gift.6, if it`s to become a long-term arrangement he must have a reason to want to use me as much as I need him, not just for lust.7. it must never be allowed to cloud our marriage and you may only not be present, if you yourself choose, trust him and are happy.It was a pretty comprehensive list which she had put a lot of thought intoMine said; If we are going to do this we choose together, carefully, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri and after much thought, to start we must be not traceable except on hamster and not here. it`s up to you as to the type, age or even colour, I will accept your choice, but I would like, no insist I be either present or nearby in earshot to ensure your safety at least till we become happy with the chap, and it must never go further than purely physical, as I would hate to lose you. Having read the story as I know you have, I am happy to get you ready, bathe you, shave you if you need, choose and dress you, even hand you over to him and not interfere, but [and it’s a big but] I am no man`s runner, no servant and no gay boy, just a man who cant get stiff and needs a stand in for the main event, I will happily participate if he doesn’t mind, but I won`t until asked by him, as it`s his show, and I don’t want to spoil it for you both!XXXX. We left the dishes, without comment we kissed, and removed ourselves to the sofa. Overcome with the enormity of it all, we made love. Simple as that, the sexual act as we had come to know it, tongues and fingers, but this time no toys, it had to be just us we both knew that.Sunday; together we sat, and composed what amounted to an advert, a sort of ‘wanted we need a dick to stand in,’ type advert, with a single picky of Tina`s body. We should have known better! A thousand offers poured in, before the Wednesday deadline we had given, candidates ranging from hopeful school boys to the ancient mariner and from Staffordshire to Iceland! 90% were soon dismissed, without a second glance, Dom`s, hopefuls and the like, we were left with 93, when we removed the advert, and one or two of those were a bit lucky to have got this far!Together we spent the evening sifting the list, me dropping the obvious ones a pre-copied line of “sorry better luck next time,” passing the more likely ones to Tina to check out, the final list was still a couple of dozen, Tina flattered, and getting turned on to the worship of her body by so many men. By the time I came home next day she had sent each on the list a message, saying she had short listed them and requesting at least one full body picky, and a couple of hundred güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri words why they wanted to be privileged.I can`t remember her being so turned on before as over the next few days we received 18 applications, of the rest we had two extra late-comers, a week later, and some no shows who never bothered to reply at all.Of the 18, later 20, nine were definite no thanks jobs. One a cross dresser and one in Australia, and not available till next summer anyway! We were down to eleven.Two were Midlands boys, an Irishman, one a Glaswegian, one a lad of just 19 who came from neighbouring Stoke city, and who impressed both of us by his sincerity, a couple from the west country, (Bristol, and Exeter,) three from London, one from Kent, another from Sussex. We dismissed both the paddy, and the Jock as too inaccessible, and put the Londoners, Bristol and Exeter into a reserve list, keeping the two from the south-east as we knew we were booked a holiday in that area in September! Messaging them and the lad from Stoke and both the midland`s men, we sent a couple of more intimate pickies, and getting a chatline going with each of them, we waited. By that weekends end, one of the midland lads had gone, it seemed he being more interested in me than in Tina. We ground on, August went, and September came, and off to Hastings we did go in a chalet. The weather was perfect, we had arranged to meet the lad from Gravesend, in a pub in the old town, nerves played a big part in the preparations and it was a jumpy couple that sat with pints outside the London trader, a pub in the old town waiting and to our surprise, looking just as the pictures said he did arrive! Sadly though, he had a lisp and a limp handshake, Tina and I exchanging glances that said, “no way Pedro!” and while he was at the bar, we scuttled off into the crowds! (sorry Pedro 63!)That just left ‘gobbler’ from Eastbourne, again we prepared, not now in a strong expectation of what may appear, Gobbler was late, however we met on the pier, a chap of about 25ish,apologising, tidy, with a good firm handshake and a passionate kiss which impressed my lady, this was more like it, like k**s we had ice creams, at Paolo`s then sat to talk opposite, on the promenade, güvenilir bahis şirketleri amongst the oldies. He said his real name was Lewis, known as’ Lew,’ he had a good sense of humour, nodding at the old folk and saying, “Dover for the continent…Eastbourne for the incontinent!” which broke the ice well,From the start, they got along well, even kissing like lovers, before we got a taxi to his flat.At the little flat, I watched the television, while they wandered off to the bedroom arm in arm, for some reason I had no worries at all with this self-assured younger man, half an ear was on “fools and horses,” on the box, half on the bedroom, from which sounds of lovemaking issued, groans and grunts, bedspring bumps and headboard clatter, that said my wife was getting just what she desired. Was I jealous? you bet I was, my summer strides graced with a damp patch after just a few moments as I spewed forth a real handful, just from the sound and the imaginings.After an hour, and another climax from me they reappeared, naked. We had coffee, then they returned to the bed asking me if I would like to watch.For some strange reason I declined, I still don’t know why, but I did, it may have been embarrassment, well perhaps, but tonight knowing was well enough. Another climax by Tina and it was over, she re-appeared, lipstick smudged dress not quite as tidy as it was when we arrived, hair stood up. We ordered a taxi, to ferry us to our parked car, they kissed goodbye, the driver eyeing them as I climbed in with him, his eyes asking questions but his good manners keeping him silent. He watched jealously as we walked to our car, the back of her dress seat damp, We, were soon home to the van. She kissed me, whispered “thank you!” the first thing she had spoken since his doorstep, or perhaps his bedShe took me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom. As I lapped at her swollen and used slot, it tasted of Lew. She told me of her feelings, both before and during the act.Stimulated, yes I was stimulated, it was the perfect end to our day and I had to admit that I had climaxed spontaneously, three times during the whole evening, just simply by sound and imagination, a fact which had her smiling in a relieved way, saying she had gone back for the ‘second session, only because she thought that as I had declined to watch, I was unhappy and she had wanted to use what she thought may be her last chance, if I was that unhappy! I assured her that was not the case We slept late, next day, then after another day on the beach, we set off homeward, satisfied with a momentous holiday.

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