It started with a wrong number, the day my life was forever and irrevocably altered. 

It is an easy mistake to make, happens every minute of every day to someone around this ever-increasingly technology reliant globe. But not everyone has this sort of wrong number and not everyone has these circumstances that lead inexorably toward life changing results. The kind of changes we simply never expected and never considered, but here we are: Altered and moulded into something different and new. 

“What happened? What Changed? What” I hear your mind whirring dear reader, have patience and I will explain it all in miniscule detail for your eager attention – I am aware you already have your favourite underwear on (or perhaps, none) and are lustfully running through scenarios that may be fast approaching but I caution you reader do not skip ahead, lie back and enjoy the ride, savour this short story for it may be some time before I am able to commit something so detailed in a journal again….. 

I was in the middle of a month-long binge to celebrate my 40th birthday with so many plans for nights out and weekends away, “lads” days at the races, family meals with the wife, Sue and everything in-between. By week two the Mrs. was already feeling the drain of so much activity and decided it was time for her to have some space with her girlfriends. I was a bit perturbed as we had agreed to have an overnight stay in York and do a pub-crawl, just the two of us, but I got it and agreed that maybe I was a little greedy in my plans. Friday lunchtime came around in a flash and she announced “OK, I’ve packed my overnight, the girls decided York is perfect and I can still use the room we booked sweetie” This was a turn-up, I was expecting a simple few drinks in the local bar and home by 11 but hey – I’ve been demanding so why not. As she left, I deflatedly scrolled through my contacts looking for someone I hadn’t seen already this month or had plans with soon. Nothing, nada, zip. “Balls” I sighed into the air.  

Leaving the house in somewhat of a shitty mood I walked the riverbank a while, basking in the Autumn warmth, letting the sun soak into my irritated mind and soothe me back to life. I walked a few miles alone with my thoughts before lifting my head from scanning the riverbank for wildlife and spotted a pub I have not frequented for an age! Sanctuary! Suddenly my outlook became almost giddy and I trotted eagerly to the door of the alehouse, thirsty from my trek and ready to sink more than a couple. As I pass the threshold of the hostelry, stale beer and leather aromas remind me of days gone by when smoking was allowed inside and lock-ins were a regular thing which in turn set me to thinking of Steve who was my constant drinking buddy back then. Ordering myself a pint at the bar, I remain seated there alone and pull up my phone again. Steve’s number is dead, shit. Maybe Dave has it – I move outside and dial Dave and have a few minutes polite chat before steering the chat to Steve (I am seeing Dave next week and that is enough for one month, thank you) He is still in contact; one of the few guys that his controlling wife still permits to be so. Dave happily gives me the new details which I hastily scrawl onto the back of my hand) I add the number to my contacts and think on how best to get in touch after so long. Taking a swig I decide text is best, that way the vile woman would not answer a call and recognise me – I would not put it past her to control his calls and messages. So “Hey – it’s been soooo long, I’m hoping you have some free time to catch up either today or tomorrow Steve. Cheers J” About to send, I look over the blinking cursor and decide, nah – Steve always liked a gag, and if his annoying bitch wife is snooping on his phone I’ll give her something to look at.  

Delete.  

“Hi again Steve, fancy another naughty hook-up, you filth monster? Meet me in two hours in the George and Dragon, bring your fish slice again and that great big ‘smile’ ” Ha! That’ll get him riled and her even more so I chuckle into my beer and order another.  

Halfway down pint two the first of a series of buzzes hits my thigh making me jump – I’d been miles away in my head day-dreaming about the days the wife and I really did enjoy a fish slice! Such a shame her get up and go has now got up and gone these past few months. My hand moves to the mobile, expecting the wife to have sent photos of her and the gang with glasses upraised in some bar, but no it’s Steve! 

“Hiiiii – sounds intriguing – but I don’t remember the pub – drop me a pin” 

Huh, not like Steve to miss out on a return wind-up or flat out insult me, he’s changed and what’s with all the I’s on Hi? Weird” anyway I miss the company and the banter so open maps, find the George and drop a pin, sending it over. Short minutes elapse before bzzz bzzz “Hey again, I’ll be there by six today – let you know when I’m outside” Cool! If still a weird Steve answer.  

Indulge me a short while longer with painting the scene please dear reader –  as you read the intro you know this is a classic case of wrong number but please remember that I was looking forward to a catch up with an old friend for some pool, laughs and good old-fashioned trading of vile insults in the way only good mates can. 

Home again, shower in minty gel, dressed in finest Friday night gear and a good douse of my favourite cologne applied I ring a taxi to the venue and arrive around 6.10pm glancing around and at my phone (nothing but smiling pub photos from Sue) I move to the bar, grab a beer and head to the pool room where a gang of kids are playing winner stays on. Placing my cash on the table I sit back and watch the 20somethings play terribly and cheat with no subtlety until my alert pings. “am outside” Great, I reply “get your ass to the bar, it is your round ya filthy dick-sucker and you still owe me a double shot, make it expensive, it’s been too long” Minutes go by and there is no response. I saunter to the bar, eyes looking for Steve’s gangling frame but he’s clearly not in this almost empty pub. Hmm. Ping “meet me outside first big-boy!” WTF? OK fine.  

I step into the cooling air and glance around. No-one but a stunning blonde in a miniscule dress that leaves nothing to my sex-starved depraved mind. Wrenching my eyes from her form, not wishing to leer I turn fully around to search again when THWACK! My ass is slapped by something yielding and plastic “Fuck!” I jump and spin round to see a filthy grin on this feline beauty’s features. “Hiiiiii Jay! I don’t think we have actually met – you called for a fish slice?” she teases. Deep, rumbling laughter emits from my barrelled chest “Steve, you mother-fucking legend!” I chortle “Where are you hiding you pranking dickhead, yeah come out the game is up” Steve does not appear. The delightful teasing woman approaches giving her red lips a flick of the tongue – “Steve never got your messages, I did” as she makes eye contact the electric pulse flies over me, this is still a joke. A fucking wind up. He’s good I’ll give him that. Bet that shit even paid this poor woman to do this. Bastard. This isn’t really happening. 

“Alright shithead, get out here. You’ve had your laugh and you win” Still nothing. “Ring him” she whispers in my ear giving me goose-bumps and a whiff of her delightful Jasmine perfume. Quickly dialling I wait and her bag responds “proves nothing – he gave you his phone. Come on, I’ve had enough now!” and I walk back toward the pub, irritated the idiot has not only beaten me at a prank but riled me and got me sexually excited to boot. What a twat.  

Reaching for a bar stool I order a Dark and Stormy to match my mood, treble shot of dark rum, easy on the stormy. Gruffly paying and with people moving out of my way as I stomp to a darkened alcove to fume. Phone rings in my pocket, I let it go to VM. And sip. Breathe. Relax. Maybe I’ll finally try that lap-dancing club to relieve my tension later. Yeah, why not. Calming down I reach for the mobile and click play on the VM, It’s the woman in red. “Look, you don’t know me and I sure as hell don’t know you or this Steve character but I’m here now and sorry to have upset you – I thought you would be up for a bit of fun. Look up. Click” 

As I put away the phone I do just that and look up, there she stands, magnificent and holding a Dark & Stormy in one hand and a Long Island Iced Tea in the other – “Hi, I’m Elle and I believe you sent me a text in error” she states, no trace of humour or teasing in her honest voice.  “I’m here and have bought you a drink Jay, so the least you can do is help a girl out like a gentleman and enjoy some time with me in a strange town and a bar full of people I don’t know” How could anyone refuse that simple heartfelt request, from those lips, framed by that blonde hair and big brown pleading eyes. I stared for a moment too long and she knew. She knew in that instant I was lost. Knew she had me. But I was still the idiotic man-fool without a clue. 

We drank, chatted and laughed about my silly mistake and her coming such a distance to meet this crazy idiot who sends random people messages about fish-slices. Drinks lead to more, laughter lead to leaning in and sharing intimate whispers. Gesticulations became casual strokes of arms, legs and necks. Then, during a quiet moment while looking into her eyes I felt my head move closer and in an instant my tongue was teasing her sweet lips. My need grew in that moment – lips pushed closer, our mouths met with the heat that had been building for hours. Tongues danced and played like a pair of mating snakes, seeking dominance then finding compliance and teasing one another as hand roamed freely across one another’s torsos. The thin dress the only thing separating my hands from her bare skin. Finally, her painted fingernails scratch my groin making me moan into her mouth causing her to squirm on the sofa we are reclined in. “We need to get out of here” she whispers into my ear…. 

At this point dear reader, understand I am an attention hungry man who has not had this kind of feeling for some time and although the idea of cheating never crossed my mind, it seemed my cock had it’s own agenda and was in full control of my body.  

Heading from the now crowded boozer down the busy streets we find a moment or two to further embrace in shop entranceways and dark alleys before giggling and moving on to find a half-respectable hotel. Upon entering, she moves to the front desk and takes a key Fuck, she’s already a guest here! She planned this!  

I kiss her neck and murmur that I’ll get a nightcap from the bar and move away. Long island iced teas in hand I find a place I can watch her entrance to the hotel bar-room and am once more flooded with desire taking in her whole body in that figure-hugging number, matching high heels and wait, fucking hell she has stockings and suspenders under that tight dress – how did I miss that? Freely watching the sexy goddess moving elegantly towards me and I, making no move to hide either my pleasure or my manly arousal proffer her the drink “want to have this here or in your room?” Elle just winks and turns on those ridiculously high heels. Salivating now from lips and head I follow that wiggle to the stairs admiring my view all the way and into the bedroom.  

Once in; she wastes no time in flirtation and immediately shimmies out of that skin-tight dress, bending over at the waist provocatively waving a stunning naked ass framed in a black stocking belt at my hard dick, no panties “Fuuuuuuck me” I think to myself. Pleased with the show, I pull off my jeans and shirt while watching her relax seductively on the soft bed. Clad only in very close-fitting boxer shorts, my thickening manhood is stretching the tight fabric to it’s breaking point “why, you didn’t tell me you were bringing a friend” she chuckled looking up at me through half-lidded eyes “How rude of you not to introduce us” and moving over to the edge of the bed, she grabbed my shorts and gave a sharp downward tug, making my stiff cock follow the elastic waistband down as far as it could and then spring back up when freed, so fast a small speck of pre-cum flew from my tip and landed on her chin “mmm, nice to meet you too” she lustily murmured lowering those divine lips to my throbbing end, taking a firm grip at the base of my freshy shaven shaft and bringing her tightened fist up my full length squeezing more man-made lubricant from within, upon reaching my tip she worked slowly backward maintaining the same speed and grip, dragging down my foreskin to reveal my purple, glistening wet and pulsating spearhead. Her head bobbed, lips parted and took just my end into her hot mouth with a satisfied “mmm” which felt as if I’d been plugged into the mains for a moment. 

I stood, a man in some fantasy dream, a dream I never thought possible mere hours ago. As I felt my cock receiving more and more wet and sloppy attention my mind snapped back to where I was. Moving closer to the bed but making certain not so slow this wonderous motion down, Elle understands my nudging and the intentions they have, she immediately repositions to allow me to lie on the bed, reversing her position and easily dropping one smooth leg over my chest. My view now is beyond my dreams. Looking down my chest to my groin I can see her small manicured left hand reaching for my shorn sack. A glint catches my eye awaking my thinking brain for just a moment – shit that’s a wedding ring. She’s married – too – shit I am fucking married, what the fuck am I “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” her mouth sinks back to my erection, monogamous thoughts eradicated instantaneously. Enjoying the moment once more I return to the scene before me, that Jasmine scent now filling my nostrils along with the sweet female odour of her sex, my eyes behold red lips gently opening to allow my girth entrance and pursing around the member to gently slip down applying that insanely good suction all the while. Adjusting my sight closer those two globes with their pink tips that suddenly have my olive hand around them – the areola tightening, nipple budding as I tease creating more moans from twin sets of mouths, much closer and needing to adjust my focus is the delicious waxed mound, lips ever so slightly apart and ribbons of juice begging for my face I shift a little lower causing Elle’s head to bob and my cock to hit the roof of her mouth “FUCK” I exclaim and another rivulet of natural lubrication adds to the others creating a droplet of moisture that falls with a satisfying splash onto my chin. I extend my tongue languidly in thick form, not the lengthy muscle I prefer to shape it into when delving, this flattened beast slides from the hood of her clit, down to the lips and beyond. Only to return moments later. Repeating this gentle slow up and down I smile to myself as both hands now hold the pink tip of her spectacular breasts to encircle and tease at the same speed. My attention is supreme but her plans do not end with just bobbing her mouth up and down on my member – oh no, not this Elle – she changes her angle, her speed, the suction and with a pop my wet dick is out of her mouth making me almost shriek. “I need more, please don’t stop” I silently beg into her tasty wet pussy. I had no need for concern. This woman was wild. One hand now tightly cups my testicles, the other begins to stroke – tight and fast, pumping me, as each down stroke finds my pubic mound and reveals more of my straining head she lands a kiss, a tongue, a quick slurp while tugging my balls downward. Fuck, the noises from both her sodden pussy and my sloppy cock and the moaning sent us both into carnal abandon. One of my hands moves from its tit play and finds her clitoris with ease, she is so ready to cum – fuck so am I – I begin to extend my tongue into that delicious cavern, tight as she is, I slip inside, fingers moving with practiced ease over the excited clitoral nub, her grinding onto my face becoming addictive and the sensations of my dick being both pounded and sucked so well are blinding, I’m seeing stars. Faster and faster we seem to go, motions becoming countermotions, this is a subline dance we are both well versed in, her mouth the best partner I have danced with and mine refusing to be outdone darts  in and out and around those naked lips. Both thrusting and moaning intensify and the passionate sweat is dripping from our interlaced bodies, this is ecstasy. She finally pushes my last button by sinking the whole length deep into her gullet, glans touching tonsils and moving beyond. A gag escapes her mouth with trickles of pre-cum and saliva dripping down her face I hear her struggling to breathe over my throbbing cock and my balls tighten in desperation in her hand.   

The orgasmic flood-gate opens, a tidal wave of pent-up desire and weeks (months?) of blue-balls cause me to have an out of body experience, I’m Cumming pints a fucking racehorse, no a Pegasus,  I am flying, no a huge fucking dragon gliding on the winds I still feel her slurping around my thick cock letting it slide back up into her mouth so she can gasp and  let that magical tongue flick my frenulum as it twitches into her hot willing mouth, I have not cum like this since that acid trip in 2005 -  still acutely aware of the clean pussy clamped onto my own seeking tongue, conscious of my hand pinching a nipple hard and my other playing furious music on Elle’s swollen sex above my nose but at the same moment I am miles above this bed in a summer sky, wings spread wide. As the pressure on her clitoris and suction on those smooth bare lips increases the satisfying gush of feminine juice slides onto my willing tongue, the contracting muscular walls evicting my probe from it’s shelter I continue my eager ministrations in long head movements around the entire cunt. Now as the spurts from my steaming cock slowly finish in her glorious sucking mouth, the dragon above begins his descent into a deep blue cool ocean glittering in the sun.   

I lie there engulfed in post-orgasm bliss surrounded by the scent of her perfume, her sex and her two thighs resting on my chest for a moment, savouring the final slurping noises emanating from between my legs and revelling in the trickle of juices dropping onto me, the sensation of being stroked and sucked after cumming so powerful I wriggle on the bed. Elle sighs and relaxes, hair landing on my sticky balls. Rolling over she moves to face me and exclaims “Now, Jay – show me what this fish-slice is for”  

“Holy shit” I consider myself for a moment – I am 40 now, can I go again already? Doubtful. But looking into her eager eyes, the wicked intent plain, my member twitches reminding me I am still a virile male and he isn’t done, a mouth is one hole but not the one he really desires.  

“Elle, this was fucking insane and I want to do more but that has to be too much already. I’m married. I don’t cheat. And don’t think I haven’t noticed your wedding band either, this was bad enough but full sex without protection, no I don’t think so” I turn to locate my discarded clothing, bending to get my shorts my ass is stung “THWACK” spinning round she is delighting in my fury. I make a grab for the plastic item but she whirls away, too fast for me. Round the room we dance and feint, giggles and shrieks as she avoids me constantly. Frustration at being out-done building, I spot a moment to launch across the bed and grab her waist, wrestling on the bed her giggles become throatier and fighting becomes squeezing and kneading. Damn I am easy to seduce. I move to her exquisite face, her fabulous make-up completely ruined by the earlier exertions and her tears from gagging on my cock mere minutes ago but looking even more fuckable then the moment I saw her. The kiss is deep and hot with desire our hands intertwine and move apart playing their own searching game akin to that of our mixing tongues. Teeth make playful bites on lips and necks; the bed becomes an arena for foreplay already soaked in sweat and bodily fluids. As the play increases and becomes more animalistic I draw back from the bed and collecting the fish slice instruct her to get on all fours to receive her punishment. A snort of laughter and a nod of her head and she is in place – not bent over like some innocent, full whore-bent at the middle, shoulders forward arms outstretched to the pillows, belly touching the bed, legs partly splayed and ass high “you are not inexperienced in this Elle” I pant, admiring the pose. “No, sir” is the only reply “Thwack” the slice lands gently on one buttock “Hmm, harder please” “THHHWacck” the second lands causing a tiny shiver “mmm, more” “THHHHWAAACK” The third across the right cheek “Yes sir, I’ve been a baaad girl” Fuck me, I was not expecting this – the fish slice was a joke! But I am not about to stop now, my raging cock is already at full mast and begging to be touched again.  

“SLAP” My open palm this time brings a delighted squeal from Elle’s lips “SLAP! SLAP!” three big red palm prints visible on that spectacular ass, now wriggling for more – pussy streaming with juice making a wet puddle on the crumpled bedding. I move my hand close to her bald cunt and bring the whole hand back just a few inches “Slap” I spank directly onto her wet lips and clit “AHHHhhhh, mmmmmm more pleeeeaasse” she asks, now fully into this “more please what?”  

“More please, Sir”  

”slap                      slap                        SLAP” I relish the wet coating on my fingers as I pull my hand away my hard dick now slimed with pre-cum again, I smile at my smaller self and the results of tingling slaps deciding in that moment that more toys would be a great idea. Lean forward and unclip the suspender belt’s clasps from Elle’s stockinged thighs and gently roll them down her delicious legs. Taking one I move to her still downcast head and place it around Elle’s eyes “ooh sir – I won’t be able to see what you make me do” A pinch of her budded nipple silences Elle with a delighted giggle. Moving downward I place both hands bent at the elbow now behind her and tie tight enough to restrain. “mmmm, kinky fucker” she whispers. I steal a glance around the sparse room for textured sensations moving to the desk – Pen - hmm, Glass – no, what’s in the mini fridge – Ice -yes – small mars bar – ooh interesting – nothing much else a deviant mind can spot.  

Returning to my new bound slave I unwrap the treat “What’s thaaaaa”  SLAAAP  

“What’s that SIR” I bark. A whimpered reply from Ellle is “mmmm sorry Sir, what is that noise please sir?” She does not have long to wait. Cold chocolate Mars bar held between finger and thumb is soon nudging at her glistening pussy “mm cold sir, and thick, mm” gently sliding the confectionery along her wet slit I push ever so slightly so the edge enters her sticky hole “aahhhh Siirr” is the moaned response as that delightful rippled top plays deeper into her leaving her cunt grasping around it with a mixture of chocolate and juices. In and out the small treat goes – melting so quickly to drip wet choc onto these once pristine white sheets. Moans increase in frequency and tempo as the bar creates new sensations inside Elle’s fevered hole. Soon her tightness is almost too much for the poor Mars and I remove it with a Schlop “ooooooh more” is the pleading response “I’ll be good, please more” But the bar is spent, choc melted away inside that now even sweeter repository. My fingers coated in sex, chocolate and toffee dispose of the food and my mouth salivates at the sight in front of me now – once more between those ass cheeks my muscular tongue hungrily cleans Elle’s smooth snatch of all traces of sugar. Her gasps and commentary spurring me on to eat faster deeper and harder with my hands roaming freely and pinching where they will unstoppable, until the only thing I am eating is that amazing cunt again. Gasping for air I rise from my ministrations placing my throbbing end to the entrance my face has just been enjoying. “Siir, oh thank you” is all the encouragement I need as the first thrust slowly penetrates those oh so tight lips. Grunting in pleasure at the warm and lubricated greeting I plunge my shaft deeper grabbing her hips to grind deeply against that ass on each stroke. My pace holds steady and soon my hands have no need to guide those motions as our bodies thrust and grind in tune to the rhythmic curse words, slopping squelching noises and slapping of hot balls against wet pussy. My hands are moving swiftly from nipple to neck then as the frantic need builds and my pace becomes faster the orgasm building in both partners I grab a handful of her hair yanking her head back to her amazed grunting moan. The effect on her pussy is palpable to my deeply embedded thrusting fuck pole. Squeezing, clamping down on me while releasing her nectar in sweet bliss I feel her rose bud cunt spasm as her voice cries out in ecstasy and her tight pussy begins almost sucking my throbbing dick. As her explosion subsides I pull her head back by the hair again groaning “Not DONE into her ear” she thrusts back – hard as I try to angle my member to find her perfect spot, needing to keep her riding this crest – “Gnnn” she cries as the third hard push hits home and our bodies tremble in unison as my hot load fires it’s first shot hard and deep inside I growl instinctively and knees shaking from exertion – she cries as the climax wave hits in full. Fuck I thought the first one on my mouth was wild, and the second with the chocolate but this…. She was going off like a fucking space rocket on me. Bucking like a mule and screaming like a banshee - this was better than any orgasm I have ever seen on a porno. I need more of this hussy in my life! My explosive reaction was - whilst sensational, primal and urgent, almost violent in propulsion and so vocal – a firework beside her stellar performance.  

 

Shuddering I slide him out with an audible plop and huge trickle of white excretions flows from that superb hole. Untying Elle we lay together in blissful silence- fingers finding sparks of electric on chest, nipple, arm, cheek lips and sexual organs until eventually I guess we fell into slumber, ice and pen forgotten in the room.  

Awakening in the morning and finding the bed and room vacant I quickly shower, memories of last night flashing through me like whips. Followed by insane guilt and shame. Fuck, that was so bad, what on earth was I doing. I should delete “Steve” from my phone.  

I know I can’t. 

So, I head home in a cab after a leisurely breakfast expecting our marital home to be empty, there stands her car outside. It’s 12 noon – how is she back from York so fast? 

House quiet, shitting myself – how long has Sue been back? Ah hell does she know I was out all-night whoring?  

Hanging keys on the hook I see her engagement and wedding bands on my key hook – Fuck me. This is it. She’s done with me– for what? Oh god – stomach like lead, I creep toward the dining room which is in darkness with the blackout curtains drawn.  

“SIT”  is all I hear from the wife, I cannot see her face as the projector blinks into life from the ceiling temporarily blinding me. “DON’T LOOK AT ME” Oh god what does she know, what is happening, what have I done and for what? One night of getting my dick wet in some new woman? FUCK I’m going to throw up. Head down, staring at my feet in tortured agony I sit in silence. The projector I can tell is throwing an image onto the screen on the wall but I don’t want to see.  

“THWACK” That gets my attention, I whip my head up and around to see, in horror my worst fear – Elle’s ass on that bed, ass in the air, me standing to attention naked – fish slice in hand about to deliver another blow to the sound of “Hmm, Harder Please” I’m a dead man walking. 

“Enough – I know what I did and what that makes me. Please turn it off and let’s talk” 

The screen goes blank, a small mercy in my situation, the light flicks on illuminating my shame and crestfallen look. She approaches me – all fire and brimstone, fury burning her to the core and emanating in palpable waves almost knocking the air from my lungs and causing me to want to be in the foetal position but I rise to meet her. No argument, no point in denial, no reasoning. 

The stand off lasts long intense moments before she finally breaks the tension “Did you think you could get away with this Jay?” I murmur a pathetic response “Do you think I am blind to the way you always find ways to flirt with women, your eyes forever roaming to the prettiest, the ones with the biggest tits, the ones showing the most flesh? And how they flirt back so eagerly with you?”  

“I .. I.. I” stuttering brain not able to keep up, I simply implore her with my eyes 

“Worst of all Jay, why do you think I have been denying you carnal delights for three months? Do you think I did it because I don’t want your cock inside me anymore, that I don’t crave your touch, your tongue? Did you never notice my eyes following those women either? Are you so blind you didn’t notice me flirting along with you?” The words are there but my head is spinning what the fuck is this game, what is she doing. The twisted woman has me with solid proof but the anger is abating what? What? “WHAT?” escapes my lips 

“Oh, it is capable of forming a word! I asked you if you are so fucking stupid you did not once ever notice MY flirting with those women?” Fuck, I had but that wasn’t what she was into – was it? The girl holidays, always kissing her friend’s goodbye, forever pointing out the attractive ones in a group for me to admire, the odd touching of women’s breasts whilst drunk and giggling and, of course her descriptions of her female colleagues were always glowing but the men are just names. Shit, I am such a fucking idiot. 

“Sinking in is it? Lover?” CLICK The projector fires back up to a different scene – Elle in a lacy body stocking lazing on a huge bed bathed in sunlight, legs splayed gently teasing her sweet pussy through the fabric 

“Elle didn’t remind you of Elle from my work even a little Jay? Not from the many, many times I have described her tits, ass, face and hair?” 

Fucking hell – THAT ELLE – but what the fuck, my tiny mind is blown. “What the fucking hell is this Sue?” I manage to spit the words  

“Aww does baby need me to spell it out and talk slowly?” This with a laugh and a sparkle in her eye “Elle                                and                        I                               are                        lovers.                   Look at that bed on screen” 

I raise my eyes to the screen, where my plaything of last night is now being pleasured by Sue, black hair splayed over Sue’s belly and neck moving slowly between her gyrating thighs” Involuntarily my cock jerks at the view. Snorting Sue says “Jay, I meant look at the bed, I can see which head is doing your thinking again” As I adjust focus little things trickle in, the bed and sheets. “Fuck me sue, you had her on our bed!” “ohhh more than once dearheart” is the chuckled reply. I am shaking, Fear has turned to, well I don’t know what. Still not fully cognisant of the situation – scrambled thoughts are fighting for the first to be at my lips. I plonk myself down in the chair again – Sue rifles my hair playfully and hands me a single malt “you have had a shock, and I can see my plan hit home perfectly. So, drink my big sexy man, and stop worrying – I still want you. And Elle wanted to see how good you are alone before, well let’s just watch for a while eh?” With that she presses her ample chest to my face and I inhale deeply of a new scent mingled with her own. She was always wild my Sue but this, after so long how had I missed so much of her life and how the flying fuck had she arranged last night – the deviousness, the planning that must have taken, inspired! I need to know how in the seven hells this conspiracy worked! 

Composing myself and slowing my tired mind with the drink and deep breaths I glance at the screen again to enjoy my wife and Elle’s lovemaking on the huge display but the moans have stopped and the picture has changed. Now the daylight floods the room the bedsheets are different and Elle is on her front hair still damp from a recent shower, propped up on elbows flipping idly though a magazine wearing a black silk dressing gown (no, my silken gown) her knees bent and pretty ankles interlaced surrounded by Sue and I’s assorted sex toys. Looking at the scene, dick already engorged and moistened the clock catches my eye – this is live – this is now – in our bedroom – upstairs! 

Sue takes my hand, leading me to a standing position and embraces me. Kisses landing on my neck and mouth pressing urgently to mine. Her tongue seeks my own and we deeply, thoroughly kiss for long seconds before the unmistakeable scent of female sex lands in my olfactory and taste nerves endings. Breaking the kiss, I utter “Shit Sue, have your two……this morning…. have you?” 

“Jay, she got here early and we were so eager to discuss your performance for me last night that, well let’s just say we started without you. But you are here now so get that taught ass upstairs and let’s see how much better we are as three – Happy 40th Sexy, I told Elle you would remember my Mars bar trick. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the king-size experience just yet” She huskily laughed as she sauntered upstairs leaving me reeling…. 

So dear reader is that what you expected? Because I can tell you it was not what I thought was going to happen that weekend! I could explain how Sue set the whole thing up and her plotting but you can fill in those minor details in for yourself, besides we both know you are not here to find plot – holes. J x