Part 4 Donny & Me Continued

How I fulfilled my Husbands fantasy and what it led to - Part 4

Part 4 of my story tells of being encouraged to be more of a slut by Hubby and Donny and taking a big gamble businesswise.

I think it fair to say Donny and I were continuing our 'affair' (or is it a prolonged 'fling'?) with quite a bit of zeal - I was not tiring of him at all especially when he gave me such mind-blowing orgasms.

I thought it really lucky that the person Sam had persuaded me to fuck and be adulterous with knew just how to treat me, after all, Mr D could have been useless.              

Anyway one day at the 'hideaway' after another satisfying fucking session and while we were having our usual after-fuck cuddle Donny asked how our business was going.

I said that we were very happy with the progress we had made and that we had enticed back a lot of the old pub regulars and gained a lot of customers to the restaurant who had followed Sam from his previous restaurant plus a lot of new customers from the locality.

I told him that when we could afford it we would like to reconfigure the ground floor to separate the bar trade from the restaurant trade. We would also like to look at having an extension off the bar to serve bar snacks as we thought there was a lot of potential there judging by the number of requests we were getting.

Donny said 'you know I want to help you get on don't you?' and added 'I'll come round if you like next week and you and your husband can talk me through what you would like to do'.

I took that as a possible offer to fund the work but wondered to myself if that meant he was calculating the possible 'side benefits' to himself - in other words thinking with his cock - but then if he did think with his cock I might be able to get him to pay for the improvements - after all it would benefit him financially by increasing the value of his property.

I pulled a face and said 'if you do the work I hope you won't raise the rent by much?

'Of course not you might go off me if I overdid it and I wouldn't want that.'

I was anxious to tell Sam about the conversation I had with Mr D about improvements and when I did I was disappointed by his reaction. He said I might feel more 'bound' to Mr D, especially if he funded the work, and I might start thinking I should give him some sort of premier rights to me.

I could understand what Sam was worried about as that thought had crossed my mind, but I was annoyed that having got Mr D interested Sam was not that enthusiastic and said to him sharply 'don't worry about that you know you will always be my number 1, but anyway never mind that when do you think we will be able to fund it ourselves then - this year, next year, the year after or never - a bird in the hand is better than two in the bush Sam, and anyway I can handle Mr D'!

We did meet Mr D the following week and presented our ideas for the improvements we would like to make. To cut a long story short I knew very well that Mr D wouldn't dare turn us down and with a bit of luck I hoped he wouldn't even raise the rent in case I got the hump and finished with him.

I was right, a month or so later he turned up with an architects drawing for the reconfiguring of the ground floor and a bar extension for us to approve. Success!

He said he would fund it all as well and despite Sam not being very keen I persuaded him that it would be the right thing for our business to go ahead with it. I asked Mr D to start the work as soon as possible so we would get the maximum benefit for the coming summer.

As well as my ongoing 'fling' with Mr D it was also a regular occurrence for Restaurant and Bar customers of all ages to chat me up - some were more serious, direct and explicit than others (especially after a drink or two) and I had to diplomatically and gently turn them down by saying sorry but I was happily married. But with business in mind I would let them down gently so I would wink or smile and say that if I wasn't married - who knows! That seemed to satisfy any of the persistent ones who took it that I did fancy them really but being married it was a no go.

The most direct and humorous chat-up I remember was when a young chap leaned across the bar and said 'do you fancy a fuck?' I of course immediately replied 'no I don't' to which he responded with 'well would you mind lying down and letting me have one then?'

A hazard of the hospitality business, but a good laugh!

Sam says I do flirt with customers and more so since I've been seeing Donny and he said that I didn't realise the signals I was giving off to them. Like most women I did like to flirt and I always said to Sam that it was good for business. I did wonder sometimes if customers chatted me up because they may have noticed the way I was with Mr D in the bar. I was always careful to call him Mr D and not Donny in public and not be too familiar with him, but sometimes I may have unwittingly been which they may have found suspicious.

Sometimes in bed I used to tell Sam about some of the customer 'chat-ups' because I knew he liked to think of other men wanting to fuck me. He asked on several occasions if that as a contrast to fucking Donny I would fuck any of our customers and in particular if it was one of our younger customers or one of the really old ones.

I dodged the question by replying that I didn't like the idea of fucking anybody who was local the probability of being found out was too great and anyway I wouldn't want the bar ending up full of men who had fucked me.

I said anyway that for the moment I had enough on (or in) my hands already with Mr D.

Despite me not wanting Donny to think I was over-keen on him, some days I would start to think about the feel of Donny in me and how intense my orgasms with him were and so sometimes I just couldn't resist ringing him to arrange a meeting at short notice. The amazing thing about Donny is that he is insatiable even at his age so he never turned down an opportunity. Of course ringing him was a dead give-away that I was pretty keen, but hey-ho needs must!

Sometimes if my Hubby Sam was away for a few days, I would even meet Mr D on consecutive days, that was always great, particularly on the second day when we weren't so frantic and took our time and had sex for what seemed like hours (and sometimes was) when I would have multiple orgasms cumming like a train and shouting all the filth I could think of (and some incoherent filth I couldn't).

Although most of our sex was in the 'missionary' position and variations of that I did enjoy riding him and having him 'doggy style'. On the way to our 'hideaway' one day I was reminiscing to myself about the second time I ever had Donny when he bent me over the office desk and fucked me from behind, needless to say by the time I got to our 'sex-hideaway' I was dripping wet.

When I arrived I told Donny straight away I wanted him to take me doggy style, he led me to the bed and told me to get on my knees on the edge of the bed and I did just that and stuck my bum up in the air and buried my face on the bed.

I parted my legs and brazenly flaunted my glistening cunt and then reaching through my legs I found my clit and with my fingers caressed it for Donny's benefit, then looking under my arm at him and grinning unashamedly said 'I'm all yours Donny, it's ready for your cock, It's all yours Donny, fuck me'. God I thought what a slut I've become - the thought flashed through my mind of some of the customers of mine (of all ages) that Sam would love to see me with in this position ready to take their cocks - and instead of them it's this 62 year old who's about to sink his cock in me.

Donny moved forward and with his cock in his hand started stroking it's tip up and down my juicy slit. I automatically adjusted my body to get into the best position to take him. With my head on the bed I was able to look up between my open legs and watch fascinated as he fed his knob end into my sopping pussy. With his hands gripping my hips he started fucking me hard and deep gripping and pulling on my hips to rock me backwards and forwards onto his cock, his pace picked up and he thrust faster and faster grunting, moaning and groaning. As he thudded into me I was remembering that time in the office - my tits see-sawing up and down each time he slapped up against me.

I was moaning and begging him for more as I urged him on shouting his name and telling him to fuck his slut hard, I felt like a really dirty girl and I was loving the feeling of being his slut! I was pushing back at him with my hips in harmony with his thrusts and couldn't stop myself crying out with pleasure as I savoured the feel of his cock and the sound of his balls slapping up against my bum as I knew he was purposely fucking me brutishly like this so I knew he was in control.

After a bit he grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled my arms back behind me pulling on them like reins, rocking me backwards and forwards onto his rampaging cock which propelled my tits backwards and forwards even more each time he banged up against me. Now and then he used one hand to grab my hair and I yelped in surprise as he pulled my head back by my hair making me feel like a really slutty bitch with my head tilted back and mouth open in ecstasy as he continued to pound me.

Oh God what a fucking tart I must have looked as I gladly took everything Donny was giving me.

I was totally under his control and enjoying the feeling of being totally dominated by him. In between gasping and groaning each time he thrust in me I was whimpering softly, as an unconscious sign of submission to him I suppose.

Me being submissive and being his slut wasn't something I wanted him to get used to though - I wasn't the submissive sort in real life but in moments like this and in this mood I was happy to indulge him!

I turned my head to the side so I could see us in the wardrobe mirror.

There I was on my knees with a look of sheer pleasure and pride on my face with my bum up in the air, Donny behind me banging away pulling me backwards and forwards by my arms like reins, my head being pulled back now and then by a fistful of my hair and my tits swinging around wildly as my body shuddered with each powerful thrust.

All of a sudden I felt his body shake and shudder as warm spurts of his semen burst into my vagina as I pushed back on his cock to take him in deeper. His body mini-spasmed a few times as he totally emptied himself in me and we collapsed in a heap on the bed, kissing, panting and laughing.

I loved the look of sheer animal lust on Donny's face in the mirror as he emptied himself in me as growling at him I blurted out 'God Donny you are a fucking animal!'

Gasping, Donny grunted back 'well I love it when you are in this mood and want to be my bad, bad girl it brings out the animal in me'.

After a minute or two he pulled out and I rolled over looked at Donny and then at my used reddened sore cunt and laughing said 'look what you've have to me Donny, look at your handiwork, you are a fucking animal, you can't fuck me like that too often it'll wear it out.

Donny smirked and said 'you asked me to give you a good hard fucking, so can't complain when I give you one'

I thumped him hard and gave him a long sloppy kiss.

After having sex and when I didn't have to get back too soon to the restaurant I liked to relax with Donny in bed, cuddling, kissing and caressing. We sometimes lay together for an hour or so like this and it struck me how easily he had stirred up and laid bare (and I do mean bare) these 'bad girl' desires in me. Stroking the grey hairs on his chest and tummy I said laughingly 'Donny, Oh Donny, you've turned me into bit of a bad girl haven't you?'.

Donny laughed and said 'don't blame me Della love, the 'bad girl' must have been lurking in there already mustn't she, I'm just glad I was the lucky one who found her and brought her out of hiding?'

I replied 'Well I suppose that's true you old goat, anyway I enjoy being a bad girl for you.'

Donny smirked 'As far as I'm concerned the badder you are Della the better!'

Smiling back at him and being in the mood to please him I replied 'I'm only like that with you, you dirty old bugger - anyway you like me being a bad girl and being your slut when I'm in the mood don't you?'

'You know I do - I wonder how bad you could really be though?'

I sat up at that 'What do you mean how bad can I be - aren't I bad enough for you then?'

Without a word he leaned over the side of the bed and to my surprise a polaroid camera appeared in his hand that he had obviously hidden under the bed before I arrived.

He asked me if I would like to be a really 'bad girl' and let him take a naked photo of me.

I pulled a face at him and said he must be mad, what if somebody found it - they could recognise me!

He just laughed back and said 'well you could cover up your face couldn't you?'

I was still 'sexed-up' in that lovely after sex euphoria and so the thought of letting him take a dirty photo of me was quite thrilling!

I remembered as well that sometimes when I was telling Hubby in bed about the latest episode with Donny he would say 'I'd love to join you and Donny in a threesome and watch you being fucked by him and talking dirty with him and then watch you cumming as he cums in you'.

At the time I thought Aaah - big snag there - I would feel inhibited and wouldn't feel able to do or say half the things I did when I'm alone with Donny!

That led me to thinking that maybe I could sneak the photo back home for Sam to look at, I knew he would like that.

So appearing to relent I gave Donny a soft slap saying 'you dirty old bugger - you know we shouldn't' but then after pausing for effect I said he could take one photo but with both of us in the shot and it would only be for us to look at - not to keep.

I told him to give me a few minutes to freshen up my make-up as he had kissed off all my lipstick when we fucked. Obviously I wanted to look my best for the photo even if it was a porn one and anyway Donny and Hubby like to see me wearing bright red lipstick as they say it makes me look tarty.

I didn't really trust him to destroy the photo afterwards but knew for certain that Hubby would love it if I could sneak it out. That might satisfy his wish to be a fly on the wall watching me and Donny!

I was pleased to see that me agreeing to have a dirty photo taken quickly aroused Donny's cock to full working order.

Donny asked what positions we should pose in then suggested that we do all our favourite positions?'

'Mmmm that's more than one photo Donny - that's being greedy!'

Donny grinned and said 'you like me being greedy sometimes though don't you?'.

Laughing I got on my knees turned to him and said 'OK let's start with this'.

'Mmmm good choice.'

He put the camera on the dressing table adjacent to the bed so both of us we would be fully in shot and I changed my position to sideways on to the camera while he set the delayed timer to give us time to pose.

He quickly positioning himself behind me and slipped his cock in me, gave a few short thrusts to cover it in my juice, then pulled it out a bit so the camera would get a good shot of his glistening cock entering me.

As the camera started it's quick 'blinking' to warn it was going to take the picture I slipped my hand through my legs to cup Donny's balls and turned my face to the camera and stuck my tongue out (for Hubby's benefit). I was hoping that Donny had a suitably dirty or lecherous or lustful look on his face (or all three) to complete the picture.

After the flash Donny leaned across and took the polaroid out to develop.

I told him I would get astride him for the next photo.

He set the timer again and then lay back on the bed sideways to the camera with his nice big rampant cock proudly sticking up.

I quickly straddled him and guided his cock into me so there was enough of it showing to give a good view to the camera.

When the 'blinking' started I lifted off Donny a little so the camera would see his cock entering me and then leaned forward and supported myself with my hands on his chest. I turned my head and looked straight at the camera and this time gave what I hoped looked like a defiant slutty smile (again for Hubby's benefit).

Once again, Donny leaned over and took the polaroid out to develop while I got ready for the next pic - a missionary shot.

I lay back on the bed with raised knees and legs wide apart so the camera was sort of in line to be able to have a view from my head down my body.

Donny set the delayed timer again and quickly got between my open legs before slipping his cock part way in me and then he supported himself on his elbows so the camera could see down between our bodies and see his cock entering me. To make it look as natural as possible I put my hands on his hips as if I was pulling him into me.

The camera did it's quick 'blinking' so I twisted my face round as best I could to look at the camera and put on the sexiest wanton look I could (again for Hubby), hoping Donny was looking as lecherous and raunchy as I knew he could look when he was fucking me.

Donny pulled out of me leaned over and took the polaroid out to develop, turned to me and said 'now what?'.

After my initial reluctance at having a dirty photo taken I was now feeling up for anything and wanting Hubby to have a really good show I said 'I know you ejaculated about an hour ago but would you able to cum again?'.

Donny shrugged and replied 'I expect so, why are you asking anyway?'.

'Well if you want a really naughty photo of us Donny, then fuck me - but don't take too long - and then pull out and cum all over my pubes and tummy and we'll take a polaroid of that!

A lewd smile spread across his face 'Della! Della! you really are such a bad bad girl', he looked like the cat that got the cream adding 'I'll do my best but don't forget you've still got my cum in you from when we fucked earlier.

I sat the camera on a pillow at the end of the bed so it would take a photo looking up the bed to where we would be lying.

He rolled onto me again stuck his cock in businesslike and started fucking me hard and fast.

I just hoped he had enough semen left to make a good show! - I needn't have worried Donny wasn't used to pulling out but he did and then holding his cock and grunting softly he managed to shoot a respectable amount of cum over my pubes and tummy, a few wayward 'globs' landing on my thighs and stocking tops to complete the debauched scene. My pubes were already matted with partially dried spunk from our earlier fuck so with this modest extra load it did look as wanton as I hoped for (for Hubby's benefit of course).

I looked down at the mess on me thinking my God what am I doing, then reminded myself it was for Hubby's benefit! I set the camera timer to maximum and then told Donny to sit up a bit and lean on the pillows. I leaned back against his chest and told him to slip his arm round my shoulders. I slung my leg nearest to him over his legs and then opened my other leg up so I lay with my body wide open to the camera that was sitting at the end of the bed. The camera would capture me flaunting the sticky semen mess on my tummy, my pubes and round my recently used and still reddened cunt.

Wanting this photo to be as naughty as possible I told Donny to slip his hand round me to cup one of my tits and to twiddle my aroused nipple and then I raised my head and lips up to Donny's and pulled his head down to give him an open mouthed kiss, tongues and all, as the camera flashed (for Hubby's pleasure).

Donny and I spent the next 5/10 minutes looking at and enjoying the 'porno' pics of ourselves and congratulating each other on how we looked like a couple of real 'porn' stars featuring an old man and his younger slut having sex, especially the last photo where with legs akimbo I looked shamelessly slutty with Donny's cum all over my pink slit, tummy, pubes and stocking tops!

The problem for me now was how to sneak the developed photos into my handbag without Donny knowing.

I told him to go and make a cup of tea while I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

As soon as he had left the bedroom I scooped the photos up and hid them in my handbag.

Then after washing the sticky mess of Donny's cum off me and again refreshing my make-up and lipstick, I went straight down and said 'I've got to go Donny - I didn't realise how late it was.'

I blew Donny a quick kiss and shot out the door turning at the threshold to say 'you are a dirty old bugger getting me to pose for dirty pics like that' adding with a mischievous smile 'but I did like it.'

He grinned appreciatively and asked if I wanted him to destroy the photos!

With a straight face I said 'don't worry I have them in my handbag and I'll get rid of them - I have more to lose than you!'.

Driving home I mulled over with horror the thought of him having the photos - it could have been a disaster. I was wearing quite recognisable rings and necklace so even if my face was covered I could be easily recognised by someone who knew me or even by a customer if the pics got circulated - a long shot of course - but sod's law and all that - and anyway I didn't know if I could trust Donny not to be careless with the pics!

Added to that he could even use them to blackmail me into having sex with him if I dumped him in the future - although I didn't really think he would do that.

Sam was beside himself when I showed him the photos and of course he wanted to keep them, specially the last one showing me kissing Donny open mouthed my legs apart showing my reddened and recently used pussy and Donny's 'handiwork' splattered over my pubes, tummy and stockings.

Needless to say we went to bed early so I could tell him all about it in detail and the bonus for him this time was my description was illustrated by photos!

In case you are wondering I destroyed the photos a few weeks later, I couldn't take the risk of them being found.

As my 'affair' with Donny progressed I did get curious about Donny's life and who he actually was - and after sex a couple of weeks later we were laying on the bed just chatting about things in general when my curiosity about him got the better of me and I asked him why he wore all the gold jewellery as it was a bit blingy and flashy.

He said his old Dad always said that you had to be able and ready to do a runner at a moments notice with no looking back and having gold jewellery on your person was your insurance as it meant you could turn it into cash easily and quickly and that would tide you over until you got back on your feet.

'But why would you do a runner Donny?'.

'Well My old Dad sailed a bit close to the wind - if you know what I mean?'

'No I don't, do you 'sail close to the wind' Donny?'

'No of course not - I've got too much to lose now'

'So you used to?'

'Well - in my younger days - that was the only way to get on in the world then, my family were pretty poor, and you just had to do what you could to survive'.

'So you did some shady things back then did you?

'Well yes but when I had made enough I bought property and went legit'.

I didn't push him any further but as I had suspected Mr D did have a bit of a gangstery past'.

Anyway continuing, I'm 37 years old now and in my sexual prime and it's about two years since I first had this secret sex life with Donny - it seems to have gone so quickly.

I bet Hubby never guessed that my 'dalliance' with Mr D would go on as long as it has, as both of us thought it would be a short term thing where I let him shag me a couple of times and then it would finish or we would get tired of it.

But instead Mr D has become embedded in our sex lives because apart from the first hand exciting sex I have with Donny my relationship with him acts as one of the sexual stimuli for our married sex life - although of course I wouldn't want Mr D to know that.

I was now 'meeting' Donny on average two or three times a month (and on some occasions when the opportunity arose, twice a week), except of course for school and family holidays.

All the while we were meeting at the 'love nest', Mr D still came and emptied the restaurant machine with Sam and me alternating to assist him. Sometimes he stayed for a quick drink with Sam in the bar with sometimes Sam serving him which was a strange situation where I'm sure Donny was thinking - unbeknown to you I'm fucking your wife - and Sam was thinking - unbeknown to you I persuaded my wife to fuck you!

Although Sam knew and approved of what I was up to with Mr D, I don't think he fully realised what a wanton hussy he's made me become but then again he will when he reads this ha ha!

Since Donny had paid for and carried out the improvements I had asked for, our business had improved a lot and we were thinking how we could improve further when one of those happy life chances happened.

A couple of our regular customers who were quite elderly told me confidentially that they were getting too old to operate their Boatyard and they were going to sell up and retire and even told me how much they hoped to sell it for. I knew the Boatyard well and knew it had tremendous potential but maybe not only as a boatyard. My brain went into overdrive imagining what could be done with it. Later that night and well into the early hours I outlined to Sam my idea of what it could become. I said we should buy the boatyard, then lease out moorings to individual boat owners, convert the disused boatbuilding shed into a waterside restaurant and that would still leave quite a few other sheds and old buildings which I felt sure would be ripe for development as holiday units. There was even a large neglected and overgrown area which with the right permission would make ideal building plots. My 'fag packet' calculations suggested we could pay back any loan we needed just from selling the building plots.

Hugging me, Sam said 'you are the perfect wife - not only are you a sexy little minx of a wife, you are a clever little business genius as well'.

I said we should have a sneaky look first to understand the site better and then if my hunch is right I would hotfoot it to local planning to see what they would allow - if anything at all. If they said it was nothing, then it might not be a goer at all.

Well, as it turned out I was right, to cut a long story short the Planners said I would be able to get planning permission for about 5 plots on the overgrown tract of land. I knew the plots would attract a lot of interest and premium prices as they would be able to have river frontage and private moorings. In fact visitors who dined with us often asked about buying properties in the area with river frontage.

The Planners also confirmed they could see no problem for conversion of the Boat Building shed to a restaurant. I reported back to Sam and we agreed we should see if we can raise the finance required.

Sam who was up to his neck getting his new venture of a Furniture Import business going said he was going to have to leave that to me.

My first port of call was the Bank but that was not a great success, the chap I saw was the Branch Manager who looked and turned out to be a fat dirty old letch. He showed me into one of their 'personal' interview rooms and when I had sat down he pulled his chair uncomfortably close to mine before sitting down. I regretted choosing a short skirt to wear as as when I sat down my skirt had rose up over my thighs showing my lacy stocking tops. As I was outlining my project to him he was quite openly ogling me, his eyes all over me and just couldn't take his eyes off my stocking tops. When I had finished outlining the project to him he told me what the terms of a loan would be. I asked what loan guarantees he would need, he smiled, leaned forward and patted my knee in a rather too friendly fashion and left his hand on my knee!

'Well, obviously you would have to put up the Boatyard itself for a start' then looking me in the eye and then at my stocking tops continued 'but that may not be enough.' Pausing, he carried on to say that there were other ways he could pretty well guarantee I would get the loan.

I had a pretty good idea by now what he had in mind, but said in a naive manner 'what sort of ways?'

He leaned forward again and this time quite boldly fondled my knee and then looking me straight in the eye he worked his hand under my skirt till I could feel his sweaty hand on my bare thigh making it crystal clear what he expected.

I looked down at where his hand was and then up at him and said sweetly and innocently 'so would having sex with you be one of those ways?' He leered back at me, swallowed and nodded.

An image forced it's way into my mind of this fat slob of a man sweating, panting and drooling over me as he fucked me. Although I was pretty desperate to get a loan and not sure Sam would approve of me becoming the Bank managers slut as well as Donny's, I said 'thank you very much but I am married you know, so I would have to think seriously about what you are suggesting'.

I wasn't so naive as to believe that it would be just the one fuck anyway.

The Bank Manager smirked, gave my thigh a squeeze and still smirking said 'I hope you make the right decision'.

I thought so do I.

I didn't know if I could stomach submitting to having sex with this slob of a Bank Manager but needing to get a loan from somewhere I wondered if I could persuade Mr D to help instead.

But then it would be difficult if nigh on impossible for me to ditch him if I got tired of him, and, even if I didn't tire of him I would be further in his debt. I remembered again Hubby's concerns about Mr D maybe already thinking he had proprietorial claims over me from the way I was with him - giving me a loan could lead to him thinking he had even more entitlement to me, so I decided not to ask him unless I was desperate (which of course I was).

I felt a bit down about it as neither option was very attractive but I knew in my heart if push came to shove I would have to take one of the options to get a loan as I couldn't think of any other avenue's to go down!

I decided to sleep on it which was just as well because it's funny how fate can decide to play it's hand.

Another couple of our restaurant regulars, Colin and Betty, happened to dine that same evening and they always liked me to join them for drinks and coffee afterwards. They were a lovely couple dedicated to each other, Colin a fit distinguished looking gent and always smartly dressed and Betty one of those well coiffured middle-aged ladies who always looked elegant in anything she wore.

I was still agonising over the decision I had to make, so after I had had a few loosening drinks it wasn't long before I was 'spilling the beans' about the project, what I had in mind and how I was looking to finance it. I said the only possibilities were the Bank or our Restaurant Landlord - but not of course that I may have to succumb to their sexual advances. (Well I already had with Donny anyway so that didn't count!)

As I was relating this I noticed they kept looking at each other and fidgeting a bit.

After hearing me out Colin said 'it sounds a very interesting project you have there, when do you have to back to them?'

'Well straight away really in case they look for another buyer, so I have to make up my mind tomorrow which loan option to go for'.

They looked at each other and then Colin said 'will you do us a favour and not do anything before you hear back from me - we may be able to help you'?

Thinking he would come back with some advice or speak to somebody on my behalf I said I would.

The next morning while having coffee and with my mind still spinning with my conundrum, the phone rang and I thought it was going to be the Bank Manager ringing to see if I would succumb to his salacious loan condition, but it was last nights diner, Colin.

After we had hurriedly exchanged the usual greetings Colin said 'Look I won't beat about the bush, it was very opportune you told us about your project as we sold some of our investments which matured recently and we have been looking to re-invest in something else. We are not after a 'quick buck' we just want to invest in something interesting and worthwhile with a reasonable return. Betty and I have talked it over and think we can help you, if you don't mind dealing with us privately and would like to hear our proposal?'

I was taken aback and not expecting this at all and could hardly contain my excitement.

Colin outlined what he had in mind saying that we would pay them an annual interest of 2.0% above Bank base rate on an 'interest only' loan of 5 years duration. Then if we couldn't pay them back within that time period we would review things together and either they would take the land etc in default or extend the time limit.

Hardly believing my ears and finding it hard to restrain myself from giving him a big hug I spluttered out 'It's a Deal!'

Colin said 'not so fast,' and continued that he would get his solicitor to draw up the necessary papers for our solicitor to look at, and said I had better go and make sure we had a signed option to buy from Fred and Dot.

Sam was out so I was on tender-hooks the rest of the morning and afternoon as I couldn't wait to tell him and I'm glad to say he was just as excited as me and predictably as both of us were fired up on an adrenaline high we ended up having some rollicking sex to celebrate!

Needless to say I took a lot of pleasure in telling the Bank Manager that I had secured funding elsewhere.

Colin was true to his word and within a matter of weeks we had everything signed and sealed including an additional bonus that although the loan would be interest only they could offer the first six months interest free, something we didn't think the Bank Manager would have offered (well not without some other sexual condition)!

Sam and I had to pinch ourselves at our good luck and felt very grateful to Colin and Betty.

In the meantime we managed to get a signed 'option to buy' from Fred and Dot.

I could foresee that with Sam being pre-occupied with his furniture import business, once we had taken ownership of the Boatyard it would become my personal project so I was going to be extremely busy and my dalliances with Donny might have to be curtailed for a while.

Even so I was so excited at actually managing to buy the boatyard that I was constantly on highs from constant adrenaline rushes so that despite being very busy I was missing my dirty old man and really needed to see him and work some of my excitement off, and predictably I suppose after several weeks I did weaken and rang to arrange a 'meet'.

When we met and with all the excitement going on I was in the mood to give Donny (and myself) a treat and let him do what he wanted and completely dominate me sexually. I know, I'm a saint (ess)!

As soon as I got to our 'rendezvous' I led him straight upstairs and stripping off and told him to be quick as I was gasping to feel his cock in me again.

In no time at all I was lying with legs akimbo with Donny kissing and tonguing me and getting me ready to be fucked. That didn't take long and I told him breathlessly I was all his and was in the mood for a really good hard seeing to and was going to be a really filthy slut for him.

He looked like a 'cat who had got the cream' as he grunted appreciatively and then pulled my thighs wide open revealing my puffed, open, wet and totally obedient cunt.

I looked down and said 'you can see it's ready for you can't you Mr D, it's all yours'.

Donny knew I had given him 'carte blanche' to do and say that he liked.

He lifted my thighs up to my chest and put the palms of his hands on the back of my thighs behind my knees and pushed and pulled my legs apart which had the effect of rotating my hips and my pussy up so he could get really deep in me.

It also meant I couldn't move much and enjoyed feeling helpless knowing I was open to his every whim - which is what I wanted as I was totally in the mood for anything.

I urged him on telling him what a dirty filthy old bugger he was and that today I was his slut and his tart and I wanted him to fuck me like the slutty tart I was.

He didn't really need any encouragement from me as sheer lust took over and soon he was pounding away at me groaning and grunting loudly calling me his lovely filthy young slut, and telling me he knew how I loved his cock the best and it fucking his slut.

Once again Donny was laying claim to me and took ownership of every inch of my vagina, my womb, my body and in fact me!

Brazenly and without any scruple I urged him on with incoherent shouts, moans and gasps of pleasure telling him I loved being his slut and being treated as his slut.

I started to orgasm under his relentless thrusting - my hips bucking and tummy jerking spasmodically against his belly as I urged him to keep fucking me harder!

We fucked and fucked and fucked and all the time he was saying all the filth that he could think of and I was in the mood for hearing, in fact I was in the mood for anything! He continued thrusting in me relentlessly as my hips tried to buck back as he held me down forcefully with his hands on my the back of my thighs. He was gasping and grunting with the effort, perspiring freely with the sweat dripping on my face. I could taste the saltiness of it as I licked my lips as it rolled down my face into my open mouth.

Then when I could sense he was getting close to orgasm I shouted out what I knew he wanted to hear 'my cunt is yours Donny, I only want your cock, I only want your cum in me, do it, do it, Donny, cum in me, cum in your slut, I want it all, you dirty fucking old goat, ooooh I love you to fuck me like this, I love you treating me like a slut, I love taking your cum in my womb and I love being your secret slut Donny, my cunt belongs only to you to fill with your cum - and your cock belongs to me doesn't it Donny?'.

Hearing that Donny mumbled 'yes oh fuck yes, it's all yours' and changed to long, deep thrusts, grunting loudly and repeatedly telling me I was his 'fucking slut', driving into me so hard that his balls were slapping loudly and obscenely against me until with extra loud drawn out animal grunts, he shot load after load of his sperm deep inside my grateful slutty cunt.

We were both exhausted by the marathon session and both of us were drenched with sweat.

He rolled off me and I snuggled up to him kissing him gently and stroking his chest and tummy while we recovered our breath and then I whispered jokingly 'how are your finer feelings now you've fucked your slut?'.

'My finer feelings are drained Della, what a lovely fuck you are when you're in this mood, you just knacker me!'.

This was one of the times when I wanted to be his willing slut and allow him to indulge himself and just satisfy his own desires and there was no point trying to pretend that I didn't thoroughly enjoy it, as it would be so obvious to him I did.

Driving back home later on I mulled over what Sam had said to me recently about hoping I was not taking any risks with Mr D. I think he meant he hoped I wasn't enjoying my relationship with Donny too much and that if I did it could lead to me being careless. When I let myself go like I just had maybe I do need to get a grip and reign back a bit in case Donny thinks he can treat me like when he likes. I mean when I lose myself like that I could easily say or do something really silly! And anyway although sometimes I do love the hard rough sex of being his slut I also love it when we are just having a long slow satisfying fuck with plenty of passionate open mouthed saliva drenched kissing.

Although I think I have the upper hand in the relationship, sometimes when I am on my hands and knees with Donny shafting me doggy-style or like when I'm being his tart or slut and letting him call me and fuck me like a slut, a flicker of doubt does cross my mind as to whether I am actually in control of my situation all of the time - Mmmmm! Food for thought!

But it suited me to dismiss any doubts as I was quite happy with our relationship where we could have loving sex one minute and filthy sex the next and anyway I was convinced in my gut that I could manage him if and when I needed to.

But never mind about Donny and my 'dalliances' with him I needed to get back down to serious work for the family business.

With all the added pressure of the newly acquired boatyard the occasional diversion provided by Donny was very welcome as it allowed me to let off steam, so although I had a lot to do to get the boatyard sorted out I tried to fit Donny in (so to speak) as much as possible.

You might have come to the conclusion from my story so far that I was ever so slowly falling in love with Donny - but no way - it's just sex and cracking sex at that. If anything, I am 'in Lust' with Donny as opposed to 'in Love' with Hubby (well sometimes lust as well ha ha). Having said that, Sam once mentioned recently that since Donny and me started having sex he had noticed that when I spoke to Mr D my tone became softer and warmer and slightly conspiratorial. M'mm I'll have to watch out for that other people might notice and start wondering!

Knowing how Donny (and Sam) liked me wearing stockings and suspenders I would buy a new lingerie set every couple of months to surprise them and please them both.

The real thrill though was actually donning my new lingerie, getting dressed up and taking my time putting my make-up on to look my best for Donny and then driving to the 'sex nest' imagining what he had in store for me this time! Sometimes - especially if I had to stop at traffic lights - I imagined that when people looked at me they somehow knew I was a naughty girl on her way to have sex.

I realised uncomfortably that I was quite addicted to the full-on sex sessions with Mr D, it was strange really, as he was no adonis and now an old man of 64. I had plenty of good looking and eager men chatting me up in the bar and restaurant and I knew one word from me and I could easily have any of them I wanted, so the more I thought about it the more I struggled to understand why I was giving my extra-marital favours to him and only him in particular.

I decided it was due to the fact that it was just good straight forward sex with no ties, no kiss and tell, so no complications and of course Hubby approved and wanted me to - ideal really.

I had become so relaxed with Donny and accustomed to him that anything we wanted to do with each other now just seemed natural. We had over time tuned into each other sexually with no awkwardness whereas if I did have a series of one-off lovers there was always the chance that one of them would be a 'wrong-un' resulting in all sorts of complications and consequences. Anyway why muck about with anybody else who probably wouldn't satisfy me the way Donny does and also run the risk of ending up with unwanted problems!

The fact that he could hold himself back from ejaculating meant we often had sex for over an hour, changing positions, kissing, stroking, bit of oral, fucking and cuddling and in-between resting for a chat and a laugh.

I was amazed how long a man of his age could maintain an erection - I decided it must be in his DNA - anyway I wasn't complaining and took it as a compliment!

Donny did once mention anal, but I quickly disabused him of that idea saying I had got a perfectly good cunt.

Although Donny was old and not the most physically attractive of men I did still always want to look as attractive and sexy as possible for him, it was a little of a Beauty and the Beast thing and I told him that now and then.

Early on in the relationship I had taken to trimming my pubes to a neat little triangle allowing me to wear briefer panties. It also meant me having a much better view of the full length of his cock as it thrust in me or him kissing and tonguing my clit.

While lying and relaxing after sex I enjoyed tracing with my fingers the features that marked him out as being an old man - the crow's feet laughter lines round his eyes, the smile lines round his mouth and his other facial wrinkles, kissing them as I progressed on my 'tour'. I had read somewhere that prominent laughter lines reveal that a person has a 'sunny' disposition and that prominent smile lines round your mouth show a generally 'happy' disposition. He was a sunny, happy person and so I couldn't disagree with that, and he made me feel that way too! What originally highlighted our age difference I now enjoyed and revelled in and in fact found a turn-on sexually. The contrast between having sex with Donny and my Husband is made more exciting as well precisely because of the difference in their ages, body shapes, humour and sexual techniques.

And in addition to all the above Donny gives me the most mind-blowing orgasms.

So I've decided! I'll stick with him so long as I still enjoy it and Hubby approves!

Mr D never tires of telling me what a lucking so-and-so he is having me as his 'bit on the side'. I always tell him his luck as he called it happened that first time when he caught me in the mood for being naughty and reckless and spiked my interest for more because he was such a good fuck! Of course the truth was that Hubby had kept on at me till I gave in.

But dear me! Since then he has uncovered, encouraged and laid bare the hussy in me and what's perhaps appalling is I'm quietly and secretly pleased about it (and so is Sam).

Occasionally Sam asks me if I'm happy still seeing Mr D and I always reply, sometimes rather sharply, 'I'll tell you if I'm not, I'm happy at the moment if you are?'.

He knows now to nod his head.

I am still happy with it and amongst the things that make me happy are watching myself 'missionary style' in his bedroom wardrobe mirror with his white bum banging away between my spreadeagled stockinged thighs with the palms of my hands cupping his buttocks and my fingers digging in him as I rotate my hips and pull him rhythmically into me. I watch fascinated and thrilled when in a frenzied sort of shuddering and obscene grunting his body surrenders to his orgasm as with deep powerful thrusts he once again shoots a load of his semen deep in my willing womb. In those moments I let myself go shouting incoherently a jumble of all the dirty and filthy words in my head that I know he likes (yes he has taught me a few).

In fact a while ago I had started echoing the noises Donny made during sex, so if he grunted, I grunted (more ladylike of course!), if he moaned and groaned, I moaned and groaned and when he swore, I swore. I had noticed that he seemed to like that and it encouraged him to get even filthier.

I enjoyed seeing my 37 year old body being plundered by Donny's 64 year old cock. I never thought that having sex with an old man like him would be a turn on in a million years - but it is!

I just hope when Sam is 64 he's got the sort of libido Donny has!

The thought of his sperm exploding out of his 64 year old cock and flooding my womb, always makes me feel really sexually fulfilled, god, imagine getting bred by an old man like Mr D but about that possibility worryingly actually added to the pleasure of my orgasms. It was a good job I had a coil fitted considering the copious amount of his sperm he has pumped into me over the last couple of years.

One day as Donny was about to enter me he stopped and grabbing a pillow he told me to lift myself up and then stuffed a couple of pillows under my hips.

It resulted in me laying in a sort of arched sacrificial position.

I looked across at the wardrobe mirror and I did look (even if I do say it myself) a very inviting prospect.

He eased my legs apart and gazed hungrily at my moist and always ready for action cunt - watching his lusty look made me even wetter and I could feel my labia puffing up and my lips unfurling in anticipation ready to take his cock - such a sexy feeling Mmmm!

It made me feel downright dirty and I was relishing the thought of letting myself go again. I could see him take his cock in his hand and rub it up and down my vagina lips until his cock was nice and lubricated with my cunt juice.

I couldn't help thinking this was the perfect position for a pregnancy fuck - shit! - I must stop think like this, perhaps this is the sort of dangerous thoughts Sam was referring to!

Donny was pushing all the way in me and then withdrawing slowly and I loved every inch that penetrated me and I could tell from the noises he was making that he was loving it too.

I closed my eyes and swivelled my hips to meet his slow thrusting thinking God how I love being Donny's tart.

I don't know how long we went on like this because it never seemed long enough, it was lovely, the only sounds being his gentle moans and grunts as he thrust in me and my satisfied noises in response as well as the soft squelchy sound from the thrusts of his cock in my dripping vagina.

I could feel my body gently shaking as it succumbed to the oncoming orgasm. I was lying arched over the pillows with my head back open mouthed and open throated trying to get my breath. I couldn't stop a long drawn out moan of pleasure coming from deep within me as the orgasm rippled through me.

Hearing me moaning, Donny started thrusting faster and within seconds he was joining me as he shot his load into my welcoming womb as I cried out his name with contentment.

I told him it was a lovely position to fuck so not surprisingly that it became another one of our favourites.

Donny has got increasingly more confident and bold with me of late so that when we both get really carried away (which is quite often!) he liked saying things like 'you love my cock the best don't you Della,' and 'it's my cock you want the most', and 'you love being my slut don't you,' and 'you love my cock stretching your cunt don't you Della,' and 'you love me filling your womb with my cum don't you?'

I shouldn't have fallen into the trap of answering him, but stupidly I did, replying 'yes, yes your cock is the best Donny' and agreeing I couldn't get enough of him, 'yes oooh yes Donny I want your cock to really stretch me' and 'your slut wants all your cum in her Donny, just yours Donny, just yours.'

It's not surprising therefore I suppose, that he feels bolder and bolder when I answer him like that - so my own fault really, but good fun when you are having full-on arousing sex!

Anyway, to get my own back I started turning the tables on him so when he was really worked up and about to cum I would say 'whose is the best fuck ever Donny' and 'whose cunt do you love and want to fuck most Donny' and he would reply, having no choice really 'You're the best fuck Della' and 'Yours is, Your lovely tight cunt is the best Della.'

I would then reward him crying out 'come on then Donny, cum in your favourite cunt, stretch me with your big thick cock and fill my womb with your spunk.'

Let's face it when you've got a nice big cock fucking you senseless and you are feeling really sexed up and slutty, and on the point of coming, dirty and filthy talk is what you want to say and hear.

The good thing was that I felt safe behaving like that with him because I knew and trusted that he wouldn't kiss and tell!

Sometimes when he is cumming, I have heard him mumbling incoherently that he's going to 'put me up the stick, put a baby in me ' or words to that effect. I expect imagining that adds to his sexual excitement. I never say anything back and definitely not 'yes good idea Mr D!'!

I suppose that during sex when lust takes over, the original primal purpose of having sex, that is to breed, takes over and I must unconsciously open myself up to him bodily and mentally and to all intents and purposes I suppose I am subconsciously (only) trying to be bred by him! But then I know I am safe in the knowledge that I have a coil fitted so I don't have to worry.

Although Donny is a bit of a rough diamond and academically uneducated I have become genuinely fond of him and I don't regret having him as my secret lover.

He says some really funny things at times - the funniest was after we had sex once he asked me if I had had an organism! I stifled a laugh at the time saying 'I wouldn't call what you give me an organism Donny, at least I hope it's not,' and pointed out to him the word was orgasm - he didn't say it wrong again.

Another was when I asked him what was the best way to deal with an objectionable person in the Bar and he said 'you should kick them out - it is your provocative'! And then when I said it was upsetting mentally having to deal with people like that he said 'you should illiterate it from your memory'.

Mr Malaprop my lovely secret lover.

Sometimes in the school holidays when I hadn't been able to have a 'liaison' with Donny for several weeks I would be missing the feel of my lovers big old cock and so feeling quite pent up would arrange a 'quicky'.

On one occasion like this when I arrived at our 'love nest' I was pleased to see that Donny was also 'chomping at the bit' and 'jumped' on me straight away.

We didn't waste any time exchanging niceties so in a matter of minutes we were upstairs, stripped off on the bed kissing feverishly and I was impatient to feel Donny pushing his cock in me.

A strong feeling of affection swept through me as I reflected on how amazing and unbelievable it was that this old man still turned me on like he does.

I lifted my face up to him and gave him a long tender open mouthed kiss, murmuring ' I've really missed you, you dirty old bugger'.

I knew he loved me calling him a dirty old bugger specially when we had sex.

'I bet not half as much as I have.' he then added 'I bet it's my big cock you are really missing'.

I thought 'you are not wrong there'.

As I stroked his chest I told him that as we hadn't seen each other for so long I had decided to give him a special treat.

He asked 'what sort of treat?'

'I'm going to ride you in a position I'll only do with you Donny, it will be special and just for you, but before I do that I am going to give you a little aperitif'.

I slid myself up his chest and then manoeuvred myself so that my cunt was right over his face.

He looked up at me smiling expectantly as I said 'I'm going to fuck your face Mr D,' and lowered my vagina onto his mouth. I ground my cunt all over his face until it was glistening all over with my juice. He didn't need telling what to do next, eagerly licking and sucking my juicy cunt lips. I was loving the slurping sounds as his tongue lashed around my cunt and clit as with his hands on my rounded bum cheeks he pulled me onto his face.

Satisfied I was nice and wet I slid down his body and facing him I straddled him and lowered myself onto his erect cock. I started riding him slowly pushing up and down with my thighs and knees, then I moved to the special position. I brought my knees up and planted my feet either side of his hips so I was in a squatting position.

I started to drive up and down pushing up with my feet and thighs. It worked just fine and doing it slowly I was able to ride and feel the full length of his cock.

I thought - why haven't I tried this before?

At the start I rode him quite fast but could soon begun to feel the strain on my thigh muscles.

Donny must have sensed this and slipped his hands under my bum and helped me to ride him with less effort. Wanting him to feel special I told him 'I am only ever going to do this with you Donny, only with you.'

That brought a prolonged grunt of pleasure from him so with his help I started riding him harder and faster gasping, panting and shouting his name as my tits bounced wildly up and down.

With Donny's helping hands and his active counter thrusting we were riding together toward the crescendo of what I hoped would be sublime and simultaneous orgasms.

Donny was groaning, moaning and almost whinnying so I wasn't sure if he was in pain or enjoying it. I was frantically grinding my hips as I rode him in the throes of my orgasm when without warning he gave an almighty shout and grunt and his back arched up as he shot his sperm deep into my expectant vagina.

His convulsions nearly threw me off but I managed to push down hard, trapping his cock in me and I stayed hard down on him to get every last drop of his precious sperm.

When he had finished I collapsed on him exhausted and with burning thighs, panting I asked him if he had enjoyed his special treat?

'Bloody Hell Della, my cum felt like it came up from my boots, you can be a real tart and give me my special ride as often as you like?'

I said 'you know I like being your special tart don't you Mr D'.

Donny just said 'fuck! that was something else!'

I was chuffed - just what was needed after not seeing him for so long.

I told him next time I could do it in the reverse position facing away from him.

As I lay in the after-sex euphoria stroking my spent lover's chest I was mulling over the things that excite me. I love the feeling when his cock gives those involuntary little spasms after his main orgasm has finished and my vagina tries to grip his still hard cock to coax out the last drop of his semen while I urge him to empty himself in me.

I love it when we have finished and relax nuzzling, cuddling, caressing and stroking each other.

Bloody Hell, listen to me I'm being ridiculous, it almost sounds romantic and I swear it's not, but I do love those moments of affection.

Sam's got a lot to answer for!

I said to him once recently that I didn't think I would stop seeing Donny for sex even if he wanted me to! He shrugged and said 'just as long as it's me you love?'

'Of course I do silly! I just like being a naughty girl and a slut with Donny and giving you a thrill as I relate it all to you - you pervert!'

With all we had achieved business-wise these last few years the time seemed to have flown by and before I knew it I was 38 years old.

With my work load getting less my liaisons with Donny picked up in frequency again. And when I needed a physical 'release' I did managed to slip an extra visit or two in when I could enjoy and love again the feel of his belly against my tummy and the jolt and slap of his balls as he thrusts up hard against my vagina.

Poking his tummy one day I thought it felt firmer and said 'Donny your tummy feels a bit more firmer these days'.

He laughed and said that he had been taking private exercises called Kegel that improve your sexual libido and stamina. He reckoned he had lost a bit of weight and tightened up his tummy muscles and he hoped improved his sexual performance. Kissing me he said 'you are a lot younger than me so I thought I had better keep myself fit otherwise you might think I wasn't up to it anymore and dump me'.

I said 'stamina and so on eh? - well I hadn't noticed your libido or your stamina dropping off Donny, so keep up those exercises it must be paying off'.

I 'dinked' his nose and smiling affectionately at him and said 'look we have a great time together and we have great sex matching our moods, you know how to give me what I want and you bring me to mind-blowing orgasms, so as long as that continues why wouldn't I keep seeing you? so don't worry I'm not going to dump you' then dinking his nose again added 'yet!'

Donny looked appropriately pitiful at that and said in a very bad American accent 'well shucks, thank you Ma'am, I really appreciate you saying that'.

I do need to occasionally let him know I still want him as he does seem to worry sometimes that I may tire of him.

Me and Sam's sex life was still benefitting from my 'affair' with Mr D as I told him of all the goings on with Mr D and the things we did and said to each other. Specially the dirty bits and it really turned him on when I told him things like how when Donny was fucking me and making me cum I would shout Donny's name and tell him he was 'simply the best' fuck. Then of course assuring Hubby that he was the best?

Sometimes when we were making love Sam liked me to pretend it was Donny fucking me - and loved me shouting out 'do it Donny do it. Cum in me Donny, I love it you old dirty bastard' as he came in me.

What I didn't tell Sam was that sometimes I got so carried away playing the part that I imagined that it actually was Donny fucking me as I shouted the things Donny and Sam liked to hear - naughty but nice!

I do wonder sometimes how long it will continue - after all Donny is no youngster and may not be able to keep it up - so to speak! I'm very happy at the moment so we'll have to see!

To be continued...