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Part 7 - Life goes on!
So at 38 years old I am pregnant! and by a man 27 years older than me - in fact an old age pensioner and old enough to be my father!
But I suppose not unexpectedly considering the all-consuming sex we had enjoyed to bring it about.
God, I was actually pregnant with Donny's baby.
I mean why am I even surprised - Donny got me so carried away that in the end I did everything I could to make it happen!
Most of me is horrified, but a tiny little bit of me is secretly pleased - I'm not in love with Donny but am more than fond of him - but's then that's not really enough to want his baby!
Having accepted mentally that I was pregnant I imagined giving birth and what would happen - what would Sam do - would he leave me.
I thought it would be pretty obvious soon enough that the baby was not Sam's as the baby would not look like him at all as he and Donny were quite different in physique and looks!
In fact people could and would put two and two together and realise that it was Donny's!
Everybody would know I had sex with an old man and had his baby - it could be really difficult for our business let alone for me personally!
I felt quite numb with all the consequences whirling through my mind.
I had to and needed to speak to Donny, so arranged to meet him straight away at the now 'baby making rendezvous'.
I told him I had taken a pregnancy test and it was positive!
He was beside himself fussing over me as he was clearly chuffed to bits at the thought of me being pregnant with his child and seemed to assume I was happy with it and would want to keep it.
Donny, excited at the thought of being a Daddy, said 'I would be so proud to see your baby bump growing with my baby inside you. It would be all I could do to not tell everybody I was the Father - I would be so proud'.
Seeing and hearing him like this did touch me, but taking his face in my hands and looking him in the eye I just had to say 'sorry Donny, but it can't happen you know I can't have the baby don't you? - the baby would look just like you and everybody would guess it was yours, Sam would divorce me'.
He had put an image into my head of me waddling about in a maternity dress with a bigger and bigger baby bump as his baby grew inside me and with him alongside me grinning proudly at me and all around him!
Desperate to get him to think of the consequences I asked him what his wife would think when she found out, suggesting it would break up both our marriages - he quietened down a bit then.
Although the home pregnancy tests are pretty reliable I thought I had better get it official with a Doctor before I told Sam or we rushed into anything. I told Donny he needed to get me into a private clinic to have a definitive test.
I had decided not to tell Sam that I was pregnant just yet, thinking it would be better to wait till I got it confirmed.
Thankfully Donny got me the appointment for a week later which would coincide with when my period would have been due. After a fraught week of waiting and being all over the place emotionally I turned up at the clinic. Donny wanted to come with me but I firmly said NO!
Fortunately they were able to do the test in-house but I had to wait a nervous couple of hours.
Although I had accepted that I was pregnant the waiting for the official confirmation seemed an age as I couldn't stop thinking about Donny's baby growing in my womb.
Miraculously the test came back negative - they said I wasn't pregnant!!
I was mightily relieved but puzzled and told them that when I had tested myself a week earlier it was positive. They said the original test was probably correct but then asked for my age and the Fathers age. As this was all confidential I gave my age, 38, and then feeling a bit embarrassed gave the father's as 65 - they said that with the Fathers age the incidence of miscarriage in the early weeks of pregnancy could be a lot higher than normal so in all probability in between the first test and now I had had a miscarriage which I may not have even noticed as the embryo would be so small.
I did remember having some slight 'spotting' but thought that was something to do with my coil being refitted.
As I hit the fresh air outside the clinic I was still in a bit of a daze - I stopped and took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh of relief!
I sat for a while in my car, my mind still in turmoil trying to make sense of it all.
It seems I have got away with it - but it raised the question of whether I should carry on seeing Donny.
I've had the new coil fitted so I was safe now - or was this fate telling me to take the opportunity to finish the relationship to stop it possibly becoming more intense and leading to problems with Sam?
Either way Donny deserved to know about the result of the pregnancy test but I felt I owed it to him to tell him face to face as soon as I could and so arranged to meet him the next morning.
When I got home I told Sam my period had started so nothing to worry about - I hated lying to Sam but couldn't see the point of making matters more complicated. I also told him I didn't think I should see Donny anymore.
He didn't say anything.
The following morning when I arrived at Donny's hideaway he held me tight and kissed me softly and lovingly still in the belief I was pregnant.
I told him as gently as I could that I had tested negative at the clinic and that they had said I probably had had a miscarriage.
Still holding me I felt him tense and he was silent for what seemed an age and then he took a deep breathe and gave a huge sigh and then asked if I Ok and was I disappointed.
'I'm OK Donny, but No - No, I was relieved, it would have been impossible Donny'.
I realised that was probably a bit of a cruel thing to say as he didn't answer immediately but then in a broken voice said 'I suppose it would have been'.
He gave another big sigh and that started me off and as we held each other I couldn't control my emotions any longer and mumbling sorry to him (I don't know why I was apologising) I started sobbing into his shoulder, mostly out of relief but partly I realised later from losing our baby.
In other circumstances we would have ended up having sex straight away but neither of us was in the mood on this day.
Still sobbing intermittently I said the pregnancy had really scared me as it could have broken up both our marriages and as there was no future for us I would have to stop seeing him as it felt too risky and if the same circumstances happened again we might not get away with it and anyway I couldn't trust him now in the same circumstances.
Donny sounding sad said 'I understand you feeling like that but maybe in a couple of weeks when you have got over losing the baby you might reconsider - you know we go well together don't you?
'We did Donny we did - but it's got to stop now'.
He tried to persuade me otherwise with promises of wearing condoms all the time but I didn't fancy that anyway and told him so.
As I drove back home I was managing to hold back the tears but quietly sobbing intermittently to myself thinking over the events of the past couple of weeks and realising that Sam had been right, in the last 3 years I had gradually got closer and closer and involved with Donny until when he was making me pregnant I had actually told him I loved him and wanted his baby - I do love him I suppose - but I'm not in love with him - I may have finished with him but knew I would carry him in a little secret part of my heart!
I wish I had told him that.....
Because Sam wasn't aware of all the hiatus about the pregnancy scare, about a couple of weeks later in bed, out of the blue he said 'I know you said you aren't going to carry on with Donny but now you have your new coil fitted will you perhaps change your mind or might you fancy having somebody else instead?'
I said firmly 'you know you have thought I have been getting more and more carried away when having sex with Donny. I don't want that to happen again. You persuaded me to start with Donny and look what it nearly led to! It could happen again if you persuaded me to start something with somebody else!'.
Sam was looking me straight in the eye - I think to see how serious I was - and said 'OK well lucky old Donny then, he certainly had more than his fair share of you didn't he'?
Looking back at Sam I thought about what he said about fancying somebody else to fill Donny's slot (so to speak) so smiling I said 'well there might be somebody else I fancy that you won't mind me having sex with - but not just yet' which made us both laugh at my 'nearly' U-turn.
Trying to inject a bit more humour into the situation I said 'Well I hope Donny's doesn't get too upset if he doesn't get to fuck me anymore and hikes the rent up'.
Laughing Sam said 'good point - but he shouldn't be too upset he got to punch well above his weight with you and he has had a good run hasn't he'.
I smiled sweetly and said innocently - 'well he has kind of paid for it anyway- he didn't raise our rent at our last rent revue did he! So that's probably saved us a few thousand pounds, and I've got a lovely big diamond ring as well!'
Sam laughed 'Oooh You little Hussy'.
So after 3 (exciting) years my relationship with Mr D was at an end.
I noticed that Donny's didn't come to empty the Machine any more but sent one of his staff instead perhaps he felt too uncomfortable but it was a relief to me not to have to deal with him.
There were times over the next few months when thoughts of my times with Donny forced themselves into my head and I wondered if I had been too hasty in finishing with him and I confess I nearly rang him a couple of times.
After a couple of months Sam started to get me to relive what he thought was only a near pregnancy fuck.
He liked to pretend he was Donny fucking me unprotected, and I had to say the things I said to Donny which is why I can remember so much - having relived it for Sam so many times!
Sam said to begin with he had only got turned on by the thought of another man fucking me, but he said now he was over the fright of what might have happened he found he got turned on by the thought of me having unprotected sex with another man with the risk of getting pregnant. He knew it been a big turn-on for me as well otherwise he said I wouldn't have got so carried away and said perhaps if I did change my mind and ever wanted to let Donny fuck me again (Oh you've changed your tune I thought!), that I should tell him that your husband has had the 'snip' and so you don't have a coil fitted anymore so it was too risky. That would get Donny really going and then you could let yourself go knowing you are safe but letting him think he is having you unprotected with the chance of getting you pregnant.
I didn't reply but thought well if I do do it again it might be fun, then quickly chastising myself for even thinking it - then again thinking mmmm well, maybe.... and then wondering instead if I might like to please Sam by trying somebody new.......
Well, Sam inadvertently (I think) dropped me in it a few months later!
Now acting as an Executive Chef he was less directly involved with the kitchen having taken on Head Chefs at each restaurant. So one time when he went away for a few days on business I had said jokingly that I hoped that while he was away Donny didn't turn up to empty the machine instead of one of his staff.
What I didn't know at the time was that Sam had rung Donny the week before about some repairs that needed doing and in the course of the conversation he had let slip he would be away the following week.
So of course you've guessed, crafty Donny rolled up the following week knowing Sam would be away and I would be on my own.
When I saw his car draw up I thought 'oh shit' why is he here! (not knowing that Sam had let slip that he was away).
Predictably Donny's first words to me were a hesitant 'how are your finer feelings'?
Shaking my head in exasperation I replied 'Donny oh Donny, you know it's too risky for me to have you attend to my finer feelings any more - and you know why'.
He shrugged it off and laughed saying 'did your hubby ever suspect anything?'
Smiling inwardly I replied that I didn't think he had.
'I've really missed you you know, I keep thinking of you, can't we see each other again, I've still got our little hideaway and I promise it wouldn't happen again like that'?
I was thinking it's tempting but instead replied 'well you can't complain can you, you had a good run didn't you till you got me pregnant, but sorry Donny I've got to think about my marriage, we've got to be sensible, it's too risky and dangerous'.
After emptying the machine we went up to the office to count the money with me being very firm with him and keeping him at arms length as he kept trying to slip his arms round me and feel me up. The problem was I could feel myself reacting to him as I couldn't keep out the thoughts of our previous sexual get togethers.
To calm things down I kept reminding him what happened last time we had sex.
We returned to the bar to put the cash 'bucket' back into the machine and Donny got on his knees in front of the machine and asked me to pass the cash bucket to him.
Foolishly I stood just too close to him and in a flash I felt his hand slip up the inside of my thigh to my stocking tops. With his hand on the bare flesh above my stocking tops and me wearing a tight skirt I found I couldn't move without giving him the chance to get his hand right up to my knickers and that spelt trouble!
If I did move I was fucked and if I didn't move I was fucked!
Stroking my thigh Donny said he loved that I still wore stockings and suspenders.
I said 'stop it you dirty bugger the staff will be coming in for lunch soon'. But I don't think I sounded firm enough so as I tried to squirm out of his way he managed to get his hand further up my thigh and being summer I had French Knickers on which allowed him to slip his hand up the open leg of my knickers and start to caress me!
I told him to stop and reminded him what happened the last time we had sex - but I couldn't help admiring his cheek! I'm afraid it's difficult to resist when a man is caressing your clit with his thumb and has a finger probing your cunt.
He would know and feel that I was wet and ready.
The trouble was I was enjoying it and thinking to myself 'no harm in a little bit of fun is there?' and with a little sigh of resignation I spread my legs a little so he could get at me better saying 'Mmm that's nice Donny but that's as far as you are going to get'.
He had two fingers in me now and I knew if I didn't stop him in a minute or two I would be too weak and give in.
I gasped in his ear 'oh fuck Donny that's nice but you've got to stop now, the staff will be in soon'.
'Go on let me fuck you Della, you used to love my cock in you didn't you? - let me fuck you just this once for old times sake'.
Remembering what Sam had said if Donny did have me again I said 'No you can't - I don't have a coil fitted anymore as Sam has had the snip - and you know what happened last time I was unprotected'.
I was really worked up by now and I could feel myself yielding as my hips started to move involuntarily in response as he caressed me. At the same time I couldn't stop myself thinking that Donny was a really lovely fuck and always made me cum like a train.
Donny was getting really assertive and finger fucking me as I writhed on his fingers. Donny sensed I wasn't resisting any more and I knew I was going to let him have me.
'Come on then fuck me Donny, but you'll have to be quick the staff will be in soon'.
It all got a bit frantic then. Donny quickly slipped his braces off his shoulders so his trousers dropped to the floor and then leant down quickly and got his hands under my skirt and pulled it up to my waist then hooking me under my knees with his elbows he lifted me up bodily and sat me on the lip of the Fruit Machine (which was aptly called 'lucky dip').
I opened my legs as wide as I could and whispered 'you bugger Donny you made me want you didn't you!'' then added 'come on then fuck me like you used too' then remembering Sam's idea I added 'don't forget you must be good though - you mustn't cum in me I haven't got a coil fitted anymore - we may not be as lucky this time?'
Donny sounded a bit crestfallen saying 'don't worry I'll pull out - it'll be alright - we got away with it last time didn't we'.
I thought only just!
I knew it didn't matter anyway so holding him round the neck with one hand I reached down and pulled his underpants down and grabbed his familiar cock and as I had French Knickers on I was able to easily guide his cock into my needy pussy.
Once his cock was in me Donny didn't hesitate thrusting up me like there was no tomorrow, grunting and groaning with pleasure while I whispered for him to hush as we might be heard - which of course all added to the excitement. It was a bit frantic like those Hollywood movie sex scene where there is frantic ripping off the clothes off each other and going at it hammer and tongue!
It all felt very familiar with him thrusting away with his familiar grunts and moans of pleasure and his dirty talk as he thrust away. I wanted to meet his thrusts but couldn't move so I just sat still perched on the machine while the rocking of the machine his thrusts caused meant the buttons on the machine flashed off and on thinking somebody was playing the machine - any moment I expected the jackpot tune to ring out - but perhaps that will happen when Donny cums ha ha!
I was also listening out for the staff while urging him on as I clutched round his neck to stop myself falling off.
Trying hard to be sensible and practical I said 'you need to hurry Donny, the staff could arrive any minute'.
Panting away he replied 'I love fucking you unprotected I want to cum in you again Della - you loved it when I did it before didn't you let me cum in you again'?
I didn't think I was going to cum myself but knowing that Donny thought he was fucking me unprotected I started imagining that I was really unprotected and recalled what a fantastic orgasms I had last time when I let him pump his fertile (as it turned out) seed in me. These thoughts were bringing me to the brink of orgasm so with a trembly whisper I gasped 'we mustn't Donny, we mustn't, you know I shouldn't let you - but you know I want you to don't you, you fucking bastard Donny, do it then, fuck it! cum in me, cum in me'.
He grunted 'oh fuck yes' and gave a few quick deep forceful thrusts and started groaning loudly so I clamped one hand over his mouth to muffle his cries - he did managed a muffled throaty 'yes oh fuck yes darling' as he shot his swimmers in me while I was orgasming and struggling to stay perched on the machine.
Sam was right it felt very very naughty pretending I was unprotected and very exciting even though I knew I was safe really. I was pleased Donny loved it as he gasped 'you are lovely Della - letting me cum in you bareback again - ooh fuck that's the best feeling, filling your unprotected womb with my baby again - do you think I shot enough in you to make you pregnant again'?
I thought in your dreams Mr D but said 'Oh God I hope not, that was stupid of me Donny, I shouldn't have let you cum in me'.
It was difficult to stop there as in the past we would have a lovely post fuck kiss and cuddle but with the imminent arrival of staff I pushed Donny off me.
I quickly slipped off the machine adjusting my knickers to try and stop his semen dribbling down my legs which would be a bit of a giveaway.
Donny quickly got himself decent and I straightened my skirt while he put the cash bucket in the machine and locked it. We were just having a quick farewell peck when I heard the outside door being opened.
I wiped away any telltale traces of lipstick on him and a minute later the locked bar door was being tried - phew! close shave I thought - knowing whoever it was would have seen Donny's car so wouldn't be surprised we were in the bar emptying the machine and so hopefully wouldn't be suspicious.
I knew I was still a bit flushed from the sex so winking at Donny I shouted 'won't be long just emptying the machine'. We shared a conspiratorial little smile as Donny whispered 'you are still the best, that was lovely'.
I replied 'you had better keep your fingers crossed that you haven't put me up the stick again' but as I went and unlocked the door I couldn't help smiling to myself at my little deception..
I let Donny out of the door and as he walked down the path I blew him a fond farewell kiss from the window making sure nobody could see me, happy that I had had him again but thinking to myself that was definitely the last time.
Donny rang me several time to try and persuade me to go and meet him again at the 'sex nest' but I had made my mind up and told him firmly NO!
I did ring Donny several weeks later to say we had got away with it again and I wasn't pregnant - I thought I might as well keep the pretence up.
So my 'abstinence' from Donny lasted quite a few months and in my defence I didn't initiate it but then I didn't fight it too much and I promised myself I definitely wouldn't let it happen again!
In a blink I was 39 - we still lived above the original restaurant and business was good in both venues.
One Summer Friday we were fully booked up and as one of the waitresses had called in sick I was covering as a waitress during service.
We have a little one way mirror in the kitchen which allows Sam and the Chefs to keep an eye on the customers from the kitchen it's very useful for him to see their reaction to meals and how things are going generally.
As the service went on Sam told me he couldn't help noticing through the 'spyhole' that every time I passed by a particular table the two lads on it couldn't take their eyes off me, eying me up and down behind my back and giving each other the universal 'shaggable' sign.
I laughed and said 'yes I had noticed them, it's quite nice to know I can still get that reaction at my age - but they are a bit young for me'.
Sam said 'you thought Donny was too old for you and look what happened there'.
I looked sharply at Sam and replied with a questioning smile 'Yes, but you said you wouldn't try and persuade me to do anything like that again unless I wanted to'.
Anyway the service went well with me making sure I served the 'boys' with their meals and 'eye' flirting as I served them.
When I was no longer needed in the restaurant I went to help out in the bar serving coffees to Diners who preferred to sit in the bar after their meal. The lads returned to the bar and ordered whiskies and emboldened with drink were trying to catch my eye and clearly flirting (rather inexpertly). As I do with all male customers I responded chatting back and they told me they were on a hire boat which they were handing back the next day. They were both a little tipsy and I asked them how they were getting back to their boat.
They said they had walked here and it was about a half-a-mile walk back.
I was a little worried about that as they would have to walk back along an unlit road in the dark.
I said 'look I'll ask my husband if he can run you back to your boat, I don't like the idea of you walking back especially when you have had a bit too much to drink'.
I slipped back to the Kitchen to ask Sam but he said 'I've still got quite a lot of clearing up to do in the kitchen so why don't you run them back' - then with a knowing smile added 'the way they were eyeing you up I bet they'd rather it was you anyway'.
I pulled a face and said 'OK, I shouldn't be long'.
Laughing Sam winked and said 'be good'.
I gave Sam an old-fashioned look 'I know what you are thinking and the answer is yes to taking them back and no to the other'.
Sam pulled a sad face and laughed.
It was about 10pm so I said to the lads that it was time to drink up and go as I had to be back to close-up, of course they tried to persuade me to let them have another drink. When I said no one of them said 'well alright but you must come aboard our boat and have a glass of champers to celebrate the Birthday.
'Oh a Birthday Whose is it? - you should have told us - ok maybe if I have time'.
The boy in the back piped up 'it's mine - I'm Jack' - the other boy said 'I'm Rick'.
I got back to the restaurant about 11 to find Sam sitting in the bar with a brandy and an expectant look on his face. I knew I was probably looking a bit dishevelled and had what I hoped was a mysterious smile on my face, so said 'sorry I'm late I got waylaid' and looking Sam straight in the eye - 'with the emphasis on the laid'.
I could tell Sam was excited as he asked 'laid! what happened'.
'What do you think' I said smiling broadly.
Sam pulled me to him and said 'You are going to have to tell me all in bed'.
We went straight to bed and I snuggled up and proceeded to tell Sam all about my evening.
'Well' I said 'as I was driving the lads back to their boatyard they started to get quite flirty. They wanted to know my age and when I told them I was 39 they said they couldn't believe it, I only looked 30ish and you know I'm a sucker for compliments.
I asked how old they were - both 19 they said, it was one of their birthdays and the Birthday Boy said I'm 19 tomorrow. The other lad, Rick who was the bolder of the two said with a snigger and much to the embarrassment of the Birthday Boy 'he's a virgin and was hoping to pick up a girl while we were on holiday'.
'Really' I said pretending I was bit taken back and feeling for the embarrassment of the Birthday boy I said 'well would a kiss from an old lady do for your birthday?
They both sniggered in embarrassment and I was thinking this is hard work!
Exchanging glances with each other they repeated the invitation to come aboard and have a glass of Champers with them to celebrate the Birthday.
I pretended I wasn't sure if I had time and then said 'OK then but I'll need to be quick'.
I parked up by their boat and with a bit of help from them scrambled aboard, which in high heels and a tight skirt wasn't easy. I'm pretty sure they got a flash of my stocking tops as I scrambled aboard. With the boys having to take hold of me to help me aboard they became a little bit shy and awkward and went a little quiet, their earlier bravado evaporating a little.
The boat had a small living room which they explained doubled as a bedroom, a very small kitchen and very small bathroom and I could see a bedroom at the back of the boat.
They hauled up a bottle of Champagne which they had left cooling in the water and which Birthday Boy said his Dad had given him for his birthday. They fumbled about with the bottle, clearly never having opened one before, so having opened a few in my time I grabbed the bottle and did the honours - they got out some cups and it was quite good champagne - even though drinking champagne out of a cup was not something a restaurateur should approve of!
The champers loosened things up and we were soon singing a quick round of Happy Birthday.
I hadn't really stopped to have a good look at them - but as they sat opposite me I thought Birthday Boy was really quite handsome, medium build and nice full lips which I like. The idea of him losing his virginity to me flashed into my head but I dismissed that idea pretty quick.
The other lad was a bit bigger - not bad looking but in a more rugged way.
'Is there anything particular you wanted for your Birthday?' I asked.
He looked at his mate and they kind of smirked.
Mmmm I guessed what they were thinking but they were far too shy to take any initiative, so I said to the Birthday Boy are you going to show me round the boat?
It wasn't very big so we soon got to the back bedroom.
I said 'who sleeps here?' - the Birthday Boy said 'its my birthday so I do'.
Wanting to move things along and feeling a bit mischievous I said 'is it comfortable?' and got onto the bed and laid back with my head on the pillow and then drew up one knee up so that my skirt rode up to show my stocking tops - and with a bit of luck probably more.
I saw him furtively looking at my stocking tops thinking I wouldn't notice.
'The bed is quite comfortable isn't it' I said not wanting the conversation to drop.
The champers had loosened me up so I found myself smiling at him and saying 'would you like your Birthday kiss now?'
I could tell he was taken back by that and still stood by the bed blushing and looking a bit sheepish and clearly very nervous.
I was on a roll now and reached out to take his hand and pull him onto the bed. I took the opportunity to allow my skirt to ride up higher so that my stocking tops were in full view and probably my knickers as well.
He lay down beside me still blushing and rather coyly he said 'you've got lovely legs'.
'Do you think so?' and with that I wantonly pulled my skirt right up to give him a good view of them including suspenders (yes I have no shame)!
Birthday boy gulped as I said 'do you like Suspenders and Stockings?' he said ' I've never seen them for real before' they look really sexy'.
Birthday Boy was lying by me rather self-consciously so I leaned over and kissed him softly on his lips. To begin with his lips were a bit tense and then he relaxed and I continued kissing him gently just feeling for his lips with mine.
As I was conscious of the time I couldn't resist slipping my hand down to feel a nice hard cock straining in his trousers.
Birthday boy groaned as I caressed his cock through his trousers.
'Can you lock the door so we can be private' I asked.
'Unfortunately not' he replied
I could tell the other lad was loitering in the sitting room so called out to him to come and join us.
I don't think he could believe it - a woman on the bed with her skirt raised nearly to her waist showing stockings and suspenders - something I don't think young girls wear these days.
He couldn't keep his eyes off my legs which I had opened slightly to make sure they could see my black frilly knickers.
Smiling at him I said 'I wonder if three could squeeze on the bed'.
He hastily clambered over me so I was in a 'sandwich' with the Birthday Boy to my other side.
They were slightly stunned I think and weren't sure what to do and to be honest nor did I.
I thought perhaps I could give them both a few kisses and then leave them to have a good old wank after I had left. A bit cruel I know as the only other alternative was to go all the way and let them fuck me, I knew which Sam would want me to do.
I was getting wet at the notion of the latter and then thought what the hell, if they want me they can have me. I thought no turning back now you Tart..
So I said to Birthday Boy 'How about you kiss me this time?
He nodded, gulped and croaked 'yes please'. So I lay back as he leaned over me and rather awkwardly started to kiss me!
He obviously hadn't done much (if any) serious kissing so I stopped him and whispered 'relax, close your eyes and just let your lips do what they want to and then holding his head with my hands and pulling his lips to me I offered my open lips to him - success - he responded as I hoped and pretty quickly we were into a full open mouthed Kiss. To kiss a young inexperienced lad was something I hadn't done since my pre-marriage days - and I liked it!
After about a minute or so I stopped kissing Birthday Boy and turned to the other lad 'I can't leave you out can I?'
He was a bit more experienced and straight away started kissing me enthusiastically tongues and all.
I thought this is quite different to Donny - I'm am totally in charge!
I broke off kissing the other lad saying 'back to the birthday boy' as I turned back and started kissing him again.
I was getting quite worked up at what I was doing, after all they were 20 years younger than me!
As I was kissing Birthday boy again I felt the other boy fumbling with the back clip on my bra and as it unclipped and my bra slipped down his hands slipped round to cup my naked tits and gently squeeze them followed by him twiddling my nipple very pleasantly.
I knew now for certain I was going to let them fuck me so unashamedly I said 'would you both like to fuck me'?
'Yes please' came the excited replies.
'You must promise not to tell anybody about it!'
'Of course not' they chimed.
Conscious of the time I whispered 'let's get our clothes off - help me take my blouse and skirt off '.
They soon had my blouse and bra off and with my help unzipped my skirt and as I lifted my bum they swiftly pulled my skirt off and fumbling about eagerly pulled my knickers off.
I lay back luxuriating in just stocking and suspenders watching as the two 19 year old boys hastily shed their clothes.
So there I was lying between these two naked 19 year old boys with only stocking and suspenders on. 'Remember boys no kiss and tell and no biting - you don't want to be responsible for a marriage break-up do you?'!'
There was no hiding their erections and I was fascinated with them - Birthday boy's cock was not unlike my Hubby's but maybe a little smaller, the other lad for all his talk was smaller again but thicker. I took hold of both their cocks but thought there's no time for 'preliminaries' I'd better let them fuck me straight away as I want them to cum in me not over me.
It was clear it was still up to me to push things along and with the time moving on I said 'I think Jack should be first don't you - it will be his birthday treat'.
There was a sharp intake of breath from them as they laughed nervously and then birthday boy said 'I haven't got any condoms'.
I laughed and said 'don't worry about that I'm a married woman and anyway I want you bareback'.
'Really' they both laughed excitedly.
I relaxed back and spread my legs ready to receive Birthday Boy's nice hard cock.
I smiled at him as he rolled between my open legs. We kissed open mouthed and I was pleased he was getting the hang of kissing now.
He was fumbling about with his cock obviously not knowing quite what to do with it so I took hold of it and rubbed it up and down my wet cunt lips before guiding it in me. I felt in charge and sort of charitable and philanthropic as I let this 19 year old boy surrender his virginity to me as he pushed his cock-head into my accommodating 39 year old vagina!
He gasped as he entered me - 'Oh God - Oh God' he gasped.
'I know and it's lovely' I whispered back.
I knew he wasn't likely to last long and sure enough after few quick thrusts and before I even had a chance to meet his thrusts and with his face buried in my neck he groaned, shuddered and came in me.
'Sorry' he mumbled into my neck.
I was touched - I was his first woman so I said 'don't worry you'll be better next time - it was lovely and I love it that I'm the first woman you have ever made love to'.
I gave him a long passionate kiss and then looking into his eyes said 'thank you that was lovely'.
He mumbled again he was sorry he didn't last long but I just said that I took it as a compliment.
Wasting no time and very businesslike I turned to the other lad and said your turn, hoping of course he would last longer.
He wasted no time getting between my thighs and didn't need me to tell him where to put his cock - he did know exactly where to put it as he thrust at me, roughly and with not much finesse.
He was thrusting too quickly and was getting too carried away so that it was difficult for me to match his thrusts with my hips - he lasted for about a minute before he also came with a strangled cry.
Although I hadn't cum myself I thought job done and looked at my watch - it was 10.30 and I thought I ought to be getting back.
I was feeling for Birthday Boy with it being his first time and I wanted it to be so special for him so I didn't want to just get up and go and for him to get a complex thinking I wasn't satisfied with him and he wasn't up to it.
So I slipped my arms round him and rolled to face him and said 'thank you that was lovely and a real compliment that you came so quickly'.
He looked at me like a happy little puppy and said 'thanks' I gave him a long passionate french kiss and I could sense him relaxing as our kiss went on. I thought I could feel something stirring against me so slipped my hand down to find his cock getting stiff again (the joys of youth), so I took his cock in hand and started rubbing him gently and in no time his 19 year old cock was as stiff as a rod.
Smiling to myself I whispered to him 'birthday treat time again' and this time there was no fumbling as now he knew where to put his cock. He impatiently pushed his cock in my wet and willing cunt and started thrusting away - I whispered to him to slow down as I knew he wouldn't last long like that.
I now had time to match his thrusts so he was now experiencing what a real fuck was like.
I did feel really 'chuffed' that I had taken his virginity.
Although I was quite wet I hadn't cum yet so I slipped my hand down to my clit and started caressing it hoping I could cum before he did.
I normally came quite quickly and letting this boy fuck me was a real turn on.
I badly wanted to cum for Birthday Boy as I knew in the future he would love to brag about how he had fucked a 39 year old married woman and made her cum - well why not, maybe when I'm old I'll brag about 'pulling' a 19 year old at 39!
He was still managing to thrust slowly and hold himself back and I was thinking - wow - here I am a 39 year old being fucked by a 19 year old. At that I felt an orgasm welling up. I whispered to Birthday boy 'oooh yes you're making me cum Jack - Mmmm yes that's lovely, that's very lovely'.
I was thrusting my hips at him now matching his thrusts and I knew he wouldn't last long as he gasped telling me he loved me (?) and came noisily in me for the second time.
I let myself go whispering to him 'Fuck yes, oh Jack, Oh fuck yes' as my body succumbed to orgasm.
As we lay kissing afterwards I whispered 'that was lovely Jack, you made me cum this time'.
I could tell he was really chuffed with himself.
He rolled off me and I could see the other lad had an erection again and looked like he was expecting a second go with me - but I said 'look I'm sorry I've got to go my husband will wonder where I've got too'.
'I won't take long' he said but I said 'sorry no'.
Birthday Boy asked what I would tell my husband 'well I'll just say you bored me to tears telling me all about your holiday, but don't forget you promised no kiss and tell'.
In unison they said 'oh no of course not'.
I asked the Jack, the birthday boy to see me to my car and after he helped me off the boat I walked rather uncomfortably as three lots of cum started to leak into my knickers.
I asked Jack what time they were taking the boat back tomorrow and he said the morning and then they would be going their separate ways home.
I said 'Oh you aren't travelling together then'?
Jack replied 'no I'll be driving home to Kent and Rick will be driving home to Surrey'.
I put my arms round Jacks neck and gave him a final long goodnight kiss and I'm glad to say I could feel renewed stirrings pressing into my tummy.
I told him he was adorable and how I loved being his first and I would always remember it and if he was ever in the area again he was to ring me.
Jack kissed me again and said 'you bet - and I will never forget you' and with that he turned and I turned, got in my car and drove off.
On the way home I could feel their come leaking onto my knickers - not a bad night for a 39 year old - being fucked 3 times by these 19 year olds!
Later in bed Sam said 'You little Hussy, I thought after Donny you said you didn't want to do it again'?
'Yes I did but you want me to though don't you'.
Sam didn't disagree as he slid his cock into me and fucked me as I told him of my evening's sexploits - so the fourth time my cunt had been filled with a cock and cum that night!
Later in bed thinking about it I suddenly thought and blurted out to Sam 'it's a good job it was Donny who came in me when I was unprotected - I bet the boys sperm was really fertile - do you think young men produce more sperm - did you when you were younger? - aren't men supposed to be at their peak sexually between 18 - 21, I wouldn't have stood a chance would I?
Sam laughed 'you're right there love' and cuddled up to me and fell asleep.
I lay awake for a bit reliving my time with my 'Toy Boys'.
I wonder if Birthday Boy will ever ring for more 'practice' with me?
I suspect not - he's a good looking lad and as soon as he gets to Uni I think he will have the girls flocking round him and soon forget the 39 year old who he gave his virginity to.
It wasn't long after that lovely experience with Birthday Boy that Sam and I went to one of the annual Summer Balls in the area.
These are great local social events and a chance to meet up with restaurant regulars, friends and acquaintances, one of whom was a local farmer and his wife who were both about my and Sam's age. The Farmer and his wife were regulars in our restaurant and bar and the farmer never failed to chat me up if he got me on my own and being a typical outspoken farmer was pretty direct and made no bones about fancying me.
I always enjoyed the event and it gave me the chance to let my hair down and with Sam not being a great fan of dancing I was having a great time dancing at every opportunity with friends, acquaintances and customers, on the crowded dance-floor.
As these outings were a welcome break from work I also liked to have a drink or two - however I made the mistake of having 'one too many'.
At one point I found myself dancing with the Farmer I mentioned earlier. I guessed I might have a little trouble with him but hoping the presence of his wife would slow him down a bit!.
At the end of the dance with him on came one of the mandatory slow dances which was of course the opportunity for the men to let their hands wander. Not that the Farmer needed any excuse - he wasn't going to let me walk away and pulled me in tight and as the dance progressed slipped both hands down to stroke my bum and nuzzle me a bit. I could feel his cock pressing against me as he whispered to me that he had always fancied me and would love to meet up with me to get to know me better (yes I knew exactly what he meant). Trouble was with one too many drinks in me I was quite enjoying it all and it being a crowded dance-floor I was able to (stupidly really) slide my hand down between us to feel for his cock which I'm pleased to say was rock hard - of course he took that as a sign of agreement.
As we were dancing cheek to cheek and slowly circling round the dance floor the Farmer spotted a door that was open to let in some fresh air and before I knew what was happening he guided us deftly outside and under cover of darkness started kissing me.
I (under the influence) responded and he then grabbed my hand and hurrying led a tottering (high heels) excitedly giggling and slightly drunk me to the car park. He leant me up against the back of his Land Rover and gave me a kiss before saying hold on a minute and then opened the tailgate and dropped the bottom half down to form a platform at waist height. He swept my ball-gown up to my waist and lifted me with ease like a sack of grain and plonked me on the edge of the tailgate platform (which incidentally was quite cold), unbuckled his belt, unzipped himself and pulled his underpants down to let his cock spring out. I pulled my knicker leg aside and grabbed hold of his cock - wow! short and thick (does the trick ha ha). The next second I felt his cock forcing it's way quite roughly into my cunt - oooh quite a stretch!
Wasting no time he fucked me urgently grunting quite loudly seeming not to care if anybody heard or saw us which I hope nobody did!
I had no time to get anywhere near orgasm as it was all over in a few minutes as he gave a few more groans and thrusts and emptied himself in me, even so, I quite enjoyed his boldness and the suddenness of it all.
I slipped off the tailgate and adjusted my gown and tottered back with him to the same dance-floor door which we had left less than 10 minutes ago (no I wasn't timing it). We slipped in just as deftly as we had left and resumed dancing as if nothing had happened and as far as I could tell nobody noticed us!
As we danced the Farmer said 'you can have plenty more of that anytime my beauty - I'll give you a ring shall I'.
I nodded or mumbled an OK - I don't know why but I think it was because it all happened so quickly and I still wasn't thinking very clearly (and a little drunk).
At the end of the dance I asked him if I looked mussed up and he laughed saying 'a little'. I excused myself and made my way to the ladies as discretely as I could where I shot in one of the cubicles to wipe off the his semen which was now beginning to ooze into my knickers. After tidying my hair and refreshing my lipstick and making sure my ballgown wasn't marked or creased too much I went in search of Sam who I found discussing the quality of beef from various breeds of cattle with a couple of other farmers (yawn)!
We went for a drink (non alcoholic now for me) where I told him I had had a bit too much to drink and then told of what had just happened with the Farmer.
Sam was worried that because of the drink I had been forced and when I said no I did go voluntarily, true to form he said 'do you want to have him again then - do you think he will be discreet if you do'?
So another 'diversion' from the break-up with Mr D was on the cards.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to have the Farmer again but then thought the only way to find out is to do it again. The Farmer had obviously been thinking about a repeat as a few days later he rang me and I think rather presumptuously he just told me that we should meet on his farm and have a bit more fun.
I liked that he regarded it as fun and not something serious as therein trouble lies!
So as I knew Sam would be agreeable I said OK and he told me to drive to a side entrance to his farm where I could park up and he would then take us to somewhere quiet.
He picked me up in his old land Rover (the same one he had fucked me in at the dance) and drove us to one of his old disused barns. Having parked inside he once again dropped the tailgate down but this time thoughtfully had a blanket for me to perch on.
At first I couldn't help noticing the whiff of farmyard smells, but forgot about that after a few minutes.
I had put on a loose skirt that would be easy to hitch up, but he was having none of that he said he wanted me naked to have a good look at me and with my help he stripped me down to stockings and suspenders and lay me on my back on the blanket. He gave me a good looking over as if I was some sort of prize cow then smiling at me had his trousers and underpants down by his ankles in no time and followed by taking his shirt off.
He was quite a muscular but not stocky. He lifted my legs up so they were resting on his shoulders and I opened my legs as far as I could so I was ready to be fucked. He reached down with one hand and, much more slowly this time, powerfully pushed his cock slowly and lustily in my moist willing pussy.
This time I was fully 'conscious' ha ha and could feel as he stretched me that his cock was quite thick - thicker than either Sam or Donny I think - the old saying 'short and thick does the trick' 0nce again came to mind.
As he fucked me he started kneading my tits - he had very calloused hands and fingers and so the rough texture and thickened bands of his skin were quite rough on my tits and nipples, he was a big powerful man and he wasn't all that gentle with me.
At first I didn't like it but after a bit I found the feel of his rough hands on my soft skin made me think of being like beauty and the beast and in the end it felt very stimulating as he thrust his thick hard cock in me. With those thoughts and sensations I didn't take long to cum as I urged this 'man-beast' on.
In the position we were in we couldn't kiss much but the harsh fucking made up for that!
My god! his cock was thick - he was stretching me as his rough hands continued to knead my tits and nipples and I orgasmed repeatedly under his onslaught.
I'm glad to say he lasted about 10 minutes this time before I could tell that he was going to cum. His thrusts slowed down at first before he gave long hard thrusts and grunting each time he shot a load of his semen in me.
He wasn't the sort to dilly dally so pretty well straight away pulled out of me and sat me up on the tailgate and gave me a surprisingly long tender kiss and said 'that was lovely - you are a lovely fuck my girl, I want some more of that and I expect you do to eh'? And without me having the chance to answer added 'same day, same time next week then?'.
Very matter of fact and presumptuous I thought, but what could I say, so nodded and said yes OK.
Satisfied with my answer he (and I) dressed quickly and without any further ado he drove me back to my car - blew me a kiss and drove off!
So without much thought I had started an affair with this jovial and straight forward thinking Farmer - a regular of ours in the restaurant and bar and so I was breaking all the rules about 'shitting on your own doorstop!'
We met pretty well every week for a couple of months, same day, same time, same routine and same barn - but the positions did change - a little. Missionary with me lying on the tailgate varied with me sometimes sitting up, sometimes lying down, I like sitting up most as we could kiss while we fucked which I like. We managed to do doggy after the Farmer brought a cushion which with the blanket allowed me to get into a position on my stomach at just the right height for my tall Farmer to get at me. A few times we did it with him in the passenger seat with the seat leaning back while I rode him. He was very strong so if I got tired he would grip me by my hips and bounce me up and down on his cock.
Judging by his noises I think he may have liked having me from behind the best - perhaps from thinking about his prize Bull 'servicing' the Cows ha ha!
By the time we were well into autumn I was getting a bit bored with the same old routine and as it was getting a bit too chilly to strip off naked I told him that perhaps we could start seeing each other again in the spring. I had wondered if we could use one of our guest rooms at the restaurant but decided that was too risky after nearly being discovered with Mr D.
We compromised by agreeing we could still meet if the weather wasn't too cold and we didn't strip off. So with one eye on the weather forecast we did manage to have a fuck intermittently during the winter.
Meanwhile the Farmer was true to his word - he was very discreet and when he came to the restaurant with his wife (yes I did feel a bit guilty but 'hey ho') nobody watching would have a clue that he and I were lovers - and as for us we just exchanged knowing smiles!
Spring came round and on the first nice warm day, surprise surprise, the Farmer rang and said he was looking forward to stripping me off and giving me a good seeing to again and that he would be waiting for me in the usual place in an hour!
Again taking me for granted I thought, but at the moment I was enjoying seeing him so I let it go!
Anyway I liked that he was keen and quickly got myself ready to be man-handled by my new lover - the Farmer.
Without wanting to bore you the routine was pretty much the same - he wasn't the most expert lover, in fact an amateur compared to Hubby and Mr D, but surprisingly I enjoyed the Beauty and the Beast aspect of his rough calloused hands and rough and matter of fact way he fucked me.
Once the weather had warmed up enough we met once a week again - on the same day - at the same time - and the same barn. So after a couple of months it became boring again so I thought I would break it off.
I told him I thought Sam was getting suspicious (he wasn't suspicious of course - he knew all about it ha ha!) about what I was doing on the same day, same time etc. The Farmer swallowed that so we stopped seeing each other and once again my life returned to 'normal' without any damage done.
The Birthday Boy and the Farmer certainly took my mind off Donny, but I kind of hoped that another 'diversion' would turn up to brighten my day before too long...
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