A few days later, we were nearing the end of our holiday. Sitting in a restaurant near the beach, we debating what to do the following day when we saw Josh and one of his friends walk by. We exchanged a look of remembrance.   “He’ll remember that night for the rest of this life,” Callum commented.   “It’ll be a while before he doesn’t hear your voice when he’s getting down to it,” I laughed.   After a while, we moved onto...

So, my man, Callum, has a well-documented desire to watch me get cock, but a holiday to the Costa's gave him more than he’d been expecting. Me too, incidentally, but let me paint the picture for you...   We had a week in the sun alone together, after a very long and challenging year. We’d been relaxing for a few days, doing the usual touristy things, and had taken a hint of colour from the sun. One night, we opted for a b...

Finally, it was time for a much-needed holiday for us both in my favourite destination, so far, the Algarve in Portugal. It would be my first trip back there for 10 years so I was looking forward to it immensely, as was Zoe who hadn’t been before. Arriving at our destination, in the early evening, the hotel was a sight for sore eyes and despite our weariness from the travelling we headed out for something to eat and a few...

Escaping the humdrum of normal life, my man and I had escaped to London for a weekend. I’d booked us tickets for a show, with a decent hotel part of the package. In return, he’d planned to show me where he’d spent his early years and the area around his beloved football team. A night in a hotel, an insight into his past and a show to transport us somewhere else for a while – what more could we want.        We arrived just...

Wanting to have some time purely for us, my man suggested we had a mini break.   He likes the nicer places to stay, so I set to work finding somewhere special. After a while, I found just the place - a country hotel with a few secluded cottages set within the property. Stay in the main house, or in the grounds? Knowing my man has a desire for outdoor sex, the workman cottage option was a no-brainer. I had every intention...

Many, many moons before I met my man, I had a friend – let’s call him Arnold. And I do mean a friend. Arnold was gay, or so my innocent self believed. I was about eighteen at the time and thought I was a worldly woman. A fumble at fifteen made me believe I wasn’t so innocent but turns out the cherry was still there, but that’s another, much more boring, story.  So anyway, Arnold and I would hang out with some mutual frien...

I love anal play, and my man knows this, so I think I must’ve taken him by surprise when I refused him entry one night, but let me explain. We were having a very pleasurable sex session when he pulled out of my pussy and attempted to push into my ass – no anal foreplay and just pussy juice as lube. No, no, no! Ouch! So, I obviously needed to teach him how to gain access to that hot, tight hole...   A couple of weeks later...

Arriving in Ireland for a wedding, I was a little nervous. It was my first experience of my man’s family en-masse; most, I’d never met before. He’d told me everything would be fine, but that didn’t really help. Pulling up at the hotel, I felt rather out of my depth. You know that feeling when you sit on a high stool and can swing your feet like a child? How it makes you feel small and a little giddy, I felt like that with...

My girlfriend, Zoe, knew it turned me on to know she made others horny. I had mentioned this, more so in drunken texts than anything else. Of course, I didn't want her cheating, but whatever did happen, it would be an experience as a couple and both, hopefully, getting pleasure out of it. It was more the thought of her pleasuring another cock, that got me going. A strange cock, so not someone we knew, or local to the area...

It was just before Christmas and we had gone away, "Up North", shall we say, for a couple of nights getaway.In one of the local pubs, close to where we were staying, we spotted a flyer advertising a "Christmas dress up" themed party in a nightclub the following night. Zoe always likes to dress up, so decided on trying to source an outfit the following morning in the town. It wasn't mandatory to wear fancy dress so it was...

For a week or so after our encounter with Rick, my man and I would debate whether there was more to teach the youngster. His oral skills had been improved, he'd had tips for his self-control, and there was nothing to improve in regards to his cock. During many sex sessions, we debated and reminisced. Then decided. Rick arrived one Saturday afternoon, looking a couple of inches taller and a lot more confident. He told us h...

The next time Rick paid us a visit, it was obvious that I'd have to see what he could do with his cock, but I wasn't expecting quite what I got. He arrived all flustered and wet from the rain, afraid he was going to be late, he said, due to the idiots who can't drive in the weather. Letting him recover, we chatted about nothing really, until my man appeared and called us to attention. "Rick, glad you made it. It's time yo...

Like I said, I've never had a Mrs Robinson streak, so my man and I came up with a vague plan of action during a very satisfying session one evening. It would probably take three or four sessions to teach Rick the lessons we'd identified, but as he was just twenty-three, we figured he'd have the stamina. Lesson One was set for the Wednesday evening. Answering the door to Rick, he was suitably nervous but managed to appreci...

I left it a couple of days before putting Rick out of his misery. I dropped a very short text saying: 'Coffee, Sat 11am' and a location. I would explain exactly how this would play out and see if he was man enough for training or not. Saturday arrived, and I purposely arrived five minutes late and sure enough, Rick was sat in the window looking nervous and oh so young! I managed to get my drink and stand at his table befo...

We were out one night, having a nightcap in a busy hotel bar, when a youngish lad tried chatting me up at the bar. Pretty average looking but had a sparkle in his eye and his cheek; had me shaking my head in wonder. He couldn't have been above twenty-five at the most, and I was approaching forty. I've never had a Mrs Robinson streak so I just gave him cheek back and headed back to my man. As I sat, my mister told me the l...