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By (user no longer on site) OP 30 weeks ago
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It was an impromptu thing. The kids had the night at a sleep over. The missus was on some project work she needed to catch up. I was at a loose end and I noticed that one of my favourite stand up's was on at the local Opera House. Having felt that I was fed up of phoning other people. I would fly solo. Found a single seat and secured it. Pick up the ticket at the box office. Time for a beer beforehand. Things were falling in place nicely!
Shouting the goodbye, I heard a muffled "Have a good night!" from Jo. The wife of 15 years. She was 23 and I was 25 when we did the deed. 2 kids down the line, 4 bed house mortgage and she was a good allies to have by my side. The kids were good, life is alright.
The pub nextdoor was busy. People enjoying a midweek night out. Drinks being ordered for the intermission etc. One of those towns surrounded by bigger cities. You could watch and people watch for hours. Studying the dynamics..."Yes, he is far too attentative! Either an affair or in the initial dates stage. He is not the fan, he is definitely being dragged along!" type thing.
Picked up the ticket, no great issues. I know the volunteers who do the box office/ice cream at the intermission etc. Come quite regularly, stand up's, live music and the odd climbing/adventure lecture. Along with they do a cracking Stem Ginger Ice Cream.
One of my annoying traits. Tend to arrive a minute later, than social etiquette might suggest. So shuffling along the row. I mumble apology and stumble over handbags. Reach the seat, nodding to the strangers sat either side. The lights dimmed, jacket coming off. Head down, being efficient with the movement and getting out of everyone's eyeline.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Please put your hands together for...."
Before the compere had even finished. I felt a foot. Obviously without a shoe, searching between the seatback and the seat. Tentatively searching...
"Oh here we go!" I thought. The annoying person sat behind me. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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I could feel the toe, so it was definitely not encased in a shoe. Tentatively rubbing vertically, down the crease of my arse. Delving as far as they could get without being too obtrusive. The gap being about 3” – enough to get the foot through. This was no accidental venture. It was an enthusiastic inquisitive search.
After the initial shock/annoyance. I found it quite soothing. Moving position occasionally so that the foot could gain further access.
I reached down the narrow gap, finding the foot. Encased in a fine denier. A slender foot probably in the size 5/6 region. Gently caressed along the toes, showing acknowledgement of their presence. Not with any annoyance – far from it. The furtiveness was quite enjoyable. What was the aim? Why did they feel so confident straight from the start? If I react too quickly, will I scare them away. Which was far from what I had in mind.
A unique aspect. The second smallest toe felt like it had some kind of ring on it.
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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The audience erupted into applause, as the stand up left the stage. He was on form, did material a lot stronger than the TV fayre. Picked on the front row – the norm’.
The person to my right hand side entered into conversation, saying how much he had enjoyed it. Had seen him on the TV and thought it was worth a Wednesday night in November. Not wishing to appear ignorant, I paid attention and responded in all of the appropriate places. When the conversation stopped, turned to find an empty seat directly behind.
Sh#t!
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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The new society we live in. Just after 10, any pub not gaining any of the theatre goers would be ringing the bell. I went next door, a quick pint. Making the most of the opportunity. The age range being surprising that he had attracted. Small groups of middle aged to older ladies. With that self confidence that they gain. Shapely in the right places, with the effort made to go out for the night. The scents were intoxicating as they glided past. Furtive glances, with the unwritten “I would fuck you senseless!” obviously agreed on.
I had decided I had better leave. It would only lead to frustration. After the birth of our 2nd child. The sex life had slowed down, to the current status. The occasional fumble when the stars aligned. I was waiting for the comet to return.
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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Venturing out into the cold air, making a decent pace. Covered the distance in 15 minutes
Arriving in the cul de sac that we live in, Celia’s Mercedes convertible was parked outside. Celia, being Jo’s mother. 61, with a great figure. Secretly I have lusted over her in the past. She has a great figure. With that air of what you could only say as “she looks as though she is dirty!” Goes to the gym, does a lot of Pilates and the latest fitness craze. Often using a Personal Trainer. As I entered the front door, Jo was just going from the kitchen into the dining room. “Here he is mum! Told you he would not be long. Guess what? Mum went to see your comedian as well!”
“Hello Celia! Did you? I did not think you would like him. A bit strong for you, I would have thought…”
“No, Malcolm and I have very broadmind’s I will have you know!” Malcom, being Jo’s father. Building trade – his own business.
“Good stuff. He was on form wasn’t he?”
“Oh he was. Very funny!”
Celia was sat on the settee, with her shoes kicked off. A short figure hugging dress which extenuated her body. Enough of a neckline, to suggest at the cleavage. Some tasteful necklace sat on her prominent breastbone. Lovely legs encased in some black nylon. Which she had tucked up. Her hands caressing her feet.
Her right foot, 2nd smallest toe…with a ring on it.
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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I was upstairs using the bathroom, when the door rattled on the lock.
"I won't be a second!" Puzzled, wondering why Jo or Celia would try. Knowing I had just come upstairs.
Venturing out, I find Celia.
"Jo has gone to pick the kids up. Matt is not feeling well!" She said.
"Apparently there is something going around at school..." I answered.
"I saw the look. You noticed the ring...yes. It was me tonight! Call it my dark side. I always go for what I want!"
"Celia..."
"Sssssh. We have 45 minutes while Jo picks Matt and Jess up. I want you to show me what I been missing!" As she unbuttoned her blouse. Revealing a white lace bra. She stepped forward and reached for my crotch. "I hope you were as hard, as I was wet earlier? I was squirming in my seat. Would love to have followed you out to the toilet."
Startled. I was rooted to the spot!
Her hands felt the shape of my stirring cock.
"Mmm, that is what I want! I want you to lay me down and for you to fuck me! Show me how you fuck my daughter!"
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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Celia unzipped my fly, and grabbed my cock. Guiding me to the master bedroom. I unbuttoned my trousers, while she unbuttoned her skirt and dropped the short zip. Wriggling her way out of the skirt. She was stood in a white bra and knickers set with a set of hold ups. Walking her back towards the bed. I pushed her back onto the bed. Standing above her now with an heavy erection. She offered up her feet, so I encased my cock in her nylon clad feet. Working my cock with her feet, like a nylon pussy.
Her hand disappeared into her knickers, as she rubbed herself. Moving on, I lay between her legs and gently pulled down her knickers. Kissing up the inside of her legs, which she opened wider. Finding her trimmed mound, tentatively circling around. I could sense her frustration. As she rose from the bed, offering me her pussy. I put my hands underneath her and pulled her up further. Delving into he with my tongue.
"Oh you fucker! I knew you would be good!"
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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Kissing my way up her body, stopping to tease her erect nipples. She tensed up with the sensation and murmured her appreciation. Her fingers running through my hair.
Looking down on her, climbing that final few inches. Laid on top of her face to face. My erection applying the slightest amount of pressure on her pussy lips. She was biting her bottom lip, looking pensive and demure at the same time!
Easing through the initial tension, so wet. The atmosphere was electric as I slowly filled her so that we were fully succumbed to each other. Her hands gliding up and down my back. Finally deciding on a place to settle.
Then I started to fuck her with the intensity the situation deserved. Animalistic, wild and relentlessly so that we were both exhausted, when it came to its final culminating scene. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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My cock becoming flaccid slid out of her pussy. We both lay still. Comfortable and reminiscing about what we had just done.
"Danny, that was what I needed. A good fuck! If we are clever about this, we can have a good arrangement. We are both adults, happy in life apart from a component...We both obviously enjoy. Yet feel unfulfilled with. Are we on the same page here? I don't want to hurt my daughter or Malcolm. Although - I do want to be fucked. You game?"
The evening had completely blindsided me. A development I would never have anticipated. Given the opportunity, not the type to look the gift Horse in the mouth. I nodded my agreement.
"We are agreed then! Let's get up. Jo will be back soon. I don't want her to see me looking satisfied, on her marital bed."
We both cleaned ourselves up. Dressing as we had before. Downstairs, I put the kettle on and Celia tidied up the bedding. The front door lock turning on the key. Signifying that Jo was back with the kids. |
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