Sharing – A voyage of discovery – Part One

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Sharing – A voyage of discovery – Part OneSharing is wonderfulPreambleI love sharing my women – it is the most incredibly sexy feeling I’ve ever experienced. Those of you who share my fetish will need no explanation of that, or of how addictive it can be. What I am going to try and explain, mostly to myself, is how I discovered this delight and how it has developed over the years. That will give me pleasure and, I hope, provide anyone reading this with some amusement.I suppose, because I am going to post this, that I’d better say a few words about myself. I’m nearly 60 years old now, reasonably intelligent, reasonably tall, reasonably fit, reasonably slim and reasonably personable. I am what a lot of people would describe as an “alpha male” in most circumstances, including sexual circumstances. I’m a leader at work, capable, effective and good at most of the things I do. I’m not a submissive character but, at the same time, I don’t feel the need to be arrogant: I know I’m good and don’t have an urge to prove it all the time.First inklings.I vividly remember a party when I was 17, a few weeks after I’d lost my virginity. It was the mid-70s, that glorious time after the pill was widely available and before AIDS. My two best buddies and I were driven out to a farmhouse in the country by a girl, VB, who had fucked both my friends in the preceding month or so. I hadn’t had her and, while I liked her, she was just someone I knew. We had two bottles of whisky and it wasn’t long bingöl escort before we were all pissed and having a good time. It was a pretty wild party, with a mix of people; I groped and snogged a couple of girls, one of my mates jumped from the upstairs bathroom window to avoid being caught making out with someone’s girlfriend. It was fun.Quite late, I was lying on one of the beds upstairs feeling a bit frustrated because my heavy petting partner had just made her excuses and left when I realised that VB was on the floor at the bottom of the bed, being fucked by some bloke. I swivelled round so I could watch; she was on her back, legs spread, grunting and moaning as she pulled this guy into her. There were a couple of other guys standing behind their mate, grinning and laughing and swigging beer – older guys, probably in their early 20s. The guy on V grunted and came in her, pulled out and got up as one of his mates handed him a beer. V was smiling and laughing; I can remember the look of pure lust and excitement on her face as she looked up at me and then at the second guy who was undoing his jeans and getting down on her. Word must have gone round the party that she was “pulling a train”; I think I watched six or seven guys fuck her. Other people came into the room to watch for a while, including some of the girls, but nobody else stayed the whole time. Finally, V was lying there alone looking up at me on the bed. She looked amazing, legs bitlis escort still spread, skirt round her waist, tits out of her blouse, hair messed and this look on her face. Without a word, I rolled off the bed and had her. My first sloppy seconds. We laughed and giggled and hugged afterwards. I helped her pull her skirt down and put her boobs away and, not long after, we drove home. I fucked her a few times over that summer but we never really hit it off and we lost contact down the years.I loved it and I was totally intrigued and delighted by seeing a woman completely lost in lust and sex. Amazing. I think that first experience sowed the seeds of my fetish, but it was quite a few years before I discovered that.Realisation.Over the next three years I “sowed my wild oats”, fucking a number of women and going out with a few. Particular highlights were SJ, a school friend who went on to be a high class call-girl in London, and an unknown girl who I screwed standing up over the bath at a nurses party – I distincly remember the pure lust of it and the sound of my cum splattering on the tile floor when I pulled out of her. Delicious.I joined the infantry and became a respectable member of society. I met SJ, a gorgeous, petite woman at an Army party shortly before finishing my training and fucked her that night. We started going out together and slowly got more serious. Obviously, I was away a lot both on training and operational tours but I kept my escort bayan cock in my pants. SJ had this wonderfully innocent, “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth” look but she was very adventurous in bed; despite that, I just assumed that she was as faithful as I was. Another three years passed and I was on operations a lot. The things I saw and did changed me – nothing heroic, by the way – and I guess I became ever more confident as I realised I was very good at my job. In fact, in retrospect, I was a bit of an arrogant prick. That summer I came home on leave after a pretty eventful few months and stayed with SJ at her flat in the big city. A month before we had been booked to go to Greece on holiday together but I’d had to cancel due to the demands of the job. S had gone with her sister-in-law who had just split up from S’s brother. In the morning SJ went off to work and I got up late. There was a postcard lying on the mat and I picked it up; it was addressed to S and I read it, cup of tea in hand, as I walked to her bedroom to put it on the mantlepiece. I was amazed. It was from a guy they had met on holiday, thanking S for letting him stay at the flat the previous week. It was clear that he hadn’t fucked Sue in the flat, he said he’d been disappointed to sleep on the couch, but it was equally clear that he had fucked her in Greece. I remember standing there, reading and re-reading the card and then sitting on S’s bed and reading it again. The clearest thing in my memory is that I got an erection. I can remember thinking, “That isn’t right”; a rough, tough soldier like me should be angry and vowing revenge but here I was wanking at the thought of my pretty little girlfriend guiding another man’s cock into her. An obsession had started.

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