Easter Parade

We’ve known each other for over a quarter of a century and still love each other madly. But it hasn’t always been plain sailing, and many of our major problems and breakthroughs have been about working through our complex sexual issues, both individually and together. Completely by chance, Easter seems to have played a major role in this over the years. It’s nothing to do with religion, bunnies or chocolate, it’s just that the pressures of balancing parenting, careers and domestic life often came to a head or got resolved over the long weekend. And coincidentally, this year was no exception.

We had delayed our break for a few days while he was working, and booked ourselves a hotel for a dirty weekend. We needed to get away, reconnect and spend some time looking after each other. But was only after we’d booked it that we realised it was yet another Easter milestone.

The sex, drugs and rock and roll are all organised when The Husband drops a comment about a potential bull that I’d been talking to. It hadn’t been in the original plan and the dude in question had gone quiet, but it does bring to mind Moby Dick and his remarkable penis.

I had been back to fuck him once more since our first intense session.  Without the initial adrenalin, the second time was a bit samey, although he still displayed an impressive degree of enthusiasm and energy. And it soon became apparent why… he was only 34 years old and had lied about his age. No wonder he had so much stamina! He had managed to pull it off because of the grey in his hair and by growing his beard out whenever he met me. While I was really put out by the lie, he did challenge my basic assumptions about younger guys. I had thought that dudes under 40 would lack sexual confidence and be judgemental about my ageing wobbly bits. Apparently he had tried to contact me early on in my quest and I had turned him down straight away based on his age. His perseverance showed me how wrong I could be.

I send him a message asking if he would be interested in fucking me in front of The Husband and he responds enthusiastically. He doesn’t fit many of the key bull characteristics in terms of making a show of humiliating The Husband. But from my perspective, he’s still a promising prospect – a nice guy with a fit body, a huge rock hard cock, and plenty of staying power.

When the day arrives, true to form, I am coming down with a terrible cold. I’m achy with a sore throat and not feeling in the least bit sexy. If I hadn’t already paid for the hotel I would definitely be pulling out. And to top it all, I’ve developed a complex about the risk of bleeding during sex. I’ve been for the whole sexual health check-up and started taking the contraceptive pill both as extra protection and to regulate my periods through peri-menopause. Because of my age and hormonal changes, the bleeding isn’t unusual and the doctor reckons it will calm down over the next couple of months. It’s an ongoing process to get to the bottom of it and sort out what works best for me. But the issue is especially problematic with this guy because of his size and vigour, and it’s making me super self-conscious, affecting my enjoyment.

But being the champ I am, I load up on codeine cold medication, buy a bottle of whiskey, and invest in a luscious black plush blanket to disguise any potential mess. The Husband helps me prepare with an anal douche and get into my favourite pinup lingerie, and soon enough I start to feel a bit sexier, if a little blurry around the edges.

I thought he was going to message when he arrives, so the knock on the door startles me. He takes off his jacket and I get him to sit on the side of the bed next to me while The Husband sees to the drinks. I sense that he’s a little nervous and reassure him as he tells me it’s his first time. I completely take control and start to snog and feel him up. He’s soon settled and back to his horny self, telling me how sexy I look. I help him undress and as he lies back on the bed, I sense The Husband walk round to the other side of the bed to get a good look at me with a magnificent cock in my mouth.

He starts fucking me on my back and I can tell that he’s trying to ignore the audience. He rolls me over so I’m directly facing The Husband who is sitting on a sofa across the room. We make eye contact as I am being fucked hard from behind by a younger man, and it’s extremely hot. He looks at me with a blissed out, happy expression full of admiration. And as Moby Dick unexpectedly slams his cock into my arse, my expression is pretty shocked and pleasurable too.

We’re going at it impressively for ages before he cums for the first time and we collapse in a sweaty heap. Clearly he’s starting to feel a little more comfortable with the situation as we both fall asleep for a short time spooning. The Husband describes it as ‘very sweet’. After a reviving power nap, he starts to get frisky again, still avoiding eye contact with the audience but ravaging me as enthusiastically as ever. The whole event is slightly blurry for me due to the heady mix of my impending flu, adrenalin, alcohol and cold medication, but it was thoroughly enjoyable, with him taking control and doing all the work throughout. By the time he cums a second time, I am tired, quite relieved, and desperate to take a piss. I quickly get up, indicating to The Husband to follow me into the bathroom where he licks my pussy clean.

Our guest is suitably appreciative and heads off into the night after a shower and a reasonable degree of not-too-awkward small-talk. The remainder of the weekend is then spent in a blissed-out blur of love and affection until I finally succumb to the worst flu I’ve had in years.


The Birthday Present

So far, the Lion King and Top Gun have both contributed generously to the birthday celebrations, providing a number of firsts in the new era of adventures, including BBC, squirting, and anal. Now it’s Rocky’s turn to step into the ring.

I meet with him the week before to talk through expectations and the preferred scenario. The hotel is booked, the bags are packed, and the meeting is set up for late afternoon.

But I can feel the nerves starting and am increasingly irritable all morning as we get ready to leave. We have so much emotional energy invested in the scenario that the build-up and anticipation is almost too much deal with. I’m keen for it all to go to plan, but aware that there are so many factors which could spoil or enhance the experience. The nervousness is nothing new, it’s all part of the thrill and excitement of meeting and fucking new people. But this time I’m starting to feel the pressure on behalf of all three of us!

We check in to apartment, stock the fridge with wine, and work out logistics. The bedroom is separate so the chairs will need to be moved for optimum viewing opportunities. We head out for drinks and the nerves are shifting towards excitement by the end of my first cocktail.

The Husband has requested a specific outfit, far removed from my usual look – all flouncy florals, stockings, heels and false eyelashes. I’m sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine when there’s a knock on the door, and we both jump with excitement.

True to the plan, The Husband opens the door, shakes Rocky’s hand and offers him a drink. Rocky joins me on the sofa and we start snogging straight away, his hands all over me and up my skirt. Before I know it, he’s kneeling between my legs and greedily eating my pussy. I’ve avoided looking at The Husband until this point. But as I’m grinding my cunt against Rocky’s face I glance over to see his awestruck grinning face. And it turns me on even more.

At some point, The Husband suggests that Rocky and I take it to the bedroom. On the couple of occasions that we’d fumbled with eachother previously, he hadn’t quite been able to rise to the occasion as fully as I’d hoped, although he’s adamant that the pressure of the bull role doesn’t phase him. On the bed I take out his cock, and sure enough, it’s still slightly soft. Not a total softy, but not good, hard fucking material either.

As I suck it, The Husband joins us to hold by hair back. I’m loving the dynamic of multiple people and am having fun, whatever happens next.

I suggest some privacy for Rocky and I to get into it, thinking it might make him more comfortable. But he’s enjoying himself so much that he quickly shoots in my mouth. Keen to make the most of it, I stick to the plan and quickly head over to The Husband to give him a big, long, cum-swapping, snowball kiss.

I sit with Rocky, chilling and drinking wine for a polite amount of time. But where he seems to think he’s around to party the night away, I think we’ve got as much excitement as we’re likely to.  And after all, we’re keen to get on with the next stage of our night, on our own. After some polite conversation, I make it clear that we have plans and start ushering him out of the door.

As soon as he leaves, The Husband and I enjoy long, slow, deep fucking for hours. It didn’t go exactly to plan, but I’m confident that all three of us managed to have a unique, fun and fulfilling experience!