Blondes have more fun
30th Jun 2009
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At 29 my life had gained purpose, direction and energy. It had been more than a little chaotic but, with the arrival of my first child, it finally made sense.
I found a job which had real potential, I started to work at getting our own home and I worked all hours of the day and night; parenting, housekeeping and home-building and, of course, working. None of this seemed to be going down well with my wife who was struggling with parenting (not her scene) and who expected to continue her party life style as if nothing had changed. We were, or so I believed, trying for another child and had always had a great sex-life. In reality, she was truly bored by the ‘no longer any fun new-me’ and was having an affair, not the first by any means, with my brother’s best friend and landlord.
I was aware of the general situation, although not of the affair, but felt that it was a phase and that we were strong enough to get through it, as we had a number of times previously.
What was also surprising to me was that I kept getting come-ons from a range of women in the community. Being married and hard working seemed to be an attractant, rather than a deterrent.
One of the women at the office was a tall, busty blonde with great legs and a comfortable figure. S was noisy, social and gossipy and came from a very different social back-round. The daughter of a London docker, she was a sometime champion ballroom dancer and was married to an engineer, E.
We chattered over the coffee machine and, while she flirted with all the men, she came on extra strong to me, especially at the office Christmas party. It was fun to flirt but I had no intention of taking it any further.
In January my wife shared her birthday party with a friend and neighbour. A number of office people were there including our senior programmer and S with her husband.
The party was fun and noisy with lots of dancing. There was a non-alcoholic fruit punch for those of us who did not drink and, as I danced, I drank it with enthusiasm. It turned out to have been well spiked.
Dancing with S was great; she was a delight to watch as well as to hold. During one of the slow dances she came right out and asked when we could get together and I, to my surprise, made a date for the following week.
At work on Monday, life was a little hectic. S wanted to flirt in the coffee room and I was desperately trying to do my job and not be noticed by the resident gossips.
Tuesday evening arrived and, telling my wife that I was off with the lads to the pub I drove to our rendezvous in the next town. I had an elderly VW van, she had a little sports car and we met, as agreed in the public car park. She had done this before and expected me to have a plan and a place. I had not got that far and was so nervous that I could only think of going somewhere hidden, in the van. She agreed and we headed off to a quiet lane. My suggestion that we get into the back of the van was not well received and there proved to be too much traffic so we headed off again. I finally saw a steep farm track and headed up it, turned round at the top and parked facing out over the downs.
It was a moonlight and frosty night so the view was spectacular. We started to kiss and I slid over the bench seat to her side. The kissing got more passionate and I started to feel under her fur jacket for those wonderful generous breasts. It was easier just to pull her bra up and over them once I had got the clasp undone. It was really chilly so undressing fully was not on the cards. S was wearing a fur-lined jacket and the feel of her breasts nestling in the softest of fur was unbelievably erotic. Then I discovered her stockings and was soon busy exploring that magic zone of silky skin at the top, edged by her knickers. Impatiently she swiveled around, reached down, pulled off her knickers and knelt over me as I pulled down my pants. To say I was hard would be the understatement of the year; I have never been so excited in my life. As she sank down onto me and I slid steadily further into her warm and wet pussy, I was truly consumed with lust. Her stocking clad legs slid against my thighs, her breasts filled my hands, cosily buried in the fur of her jacket and I could feel every millimeter of her pussy surrounding my cock.
Amazingly I was able to hold on and stay with her for maybe 20 minutes. She came a number of times, nearly biting my ear off in excitement, until I could no longer hold on and came in what remains burnt into my memory as one of the best ever orgasms. I came from the roots of my hair to the ends of my toenails, the flow of warmth dragged every nerve ending towards our point of conjoining and it was a while before my eyes would focus again.
As we got our breath back, still feeling her body held against mine, I felt no guilt or shame, simply a sense of wonder. The frosted landscape in front of us and the feeling of sitting up there on the hill, all contributed to the moment.
We disentangled, she put her panties in her purse and we went back to the car park before going our separate ways. As we drove along she said that the next time we did this would be at her flat. Her husband was fully aware of her activities and was quite happy to vacate for the evening. She pointed out that it would be much more comfortable and that we could get fully naked, so who was I to argue. That’s for another story.
I found a job which had real potential, I started to work at getting our own home and I worked all hours of the day and night; parenting, housekeeping and home-building and, of course, working. None of this seemed to be going down well with my wife who was struggling with parenting (not her scene) and who expected to continue her party life style as if nothing had changed. We were, or so I believed, trying for another child and had always had a great sex-life. In reality, she was truly bored by the ‘no longer any fun new-me’ and was having an affair, not the first by any means, with my brother’s best friend and landlord.
I was aware of the general situation, although not of the affair, but felt that it was a phase and that we were strong enough to get through it, as we had a number of times previously.
What was also surprising to me was that I kept getting come-ons from a range of women in the community. Being married and hard working seemed to be an attractant, rather than a deterrent.
One of the women at the office was a tall, busty blonde with great legs and a comfortable figure. S was noisy, social and gossipy and came from a very different social back-round. The daughter of a London docker, she was a sometime champion ballroom dancer and was married to an engineer, E.
We chattered over the coffee machine and, while she flirted with all the men, she came on extra strong to me, especially at the office Christmas party. It was fun to flirt but I had no intention of taking it any further.
In January my wife shared her birthday party with a friend and neighbour. A number of office people were there including our senior programmer and S with her husband.
The party was fun and noisy with lots of dancing. There was a non-alcoholic fruit punch for those of us who did not drink and, as I danced, I drank it with enthusiasm. It turned out to have been well spiked.
Dancing with S was great; she was a delight to watch as well as to hold. During one of the slow dances she came right out and asked when we could get together and I, to my surprise, made a date for the following week.
At work on Monday, life was a little hectic. S wanted to flirt in the coffee room and I was desperately trying to do my job and not be noticed by the resident gossips.
Tuesday evening arrived and, telling my wife that I was off with the lads to the pub I drove to our rendezvous in the next town. I had an elderly VW van, she had a little sports car and we met, as agreed in the public car park. She had done this before and expected me to have a plan and a place. I had not got that far and was so nervous that I could only think of going somewhere hidden, in the van. She agreed and we headed off to a quiet lane. My suggestion that we get into the back of the van was not well received and there proved to be too much traffic so we headed off again. I finally saw a steep farm track and headed up it, turned round at the top and parked facing out over the downs.
It was a moonlight and frosty night so the view was spectacular. We started to kiss and I slid over the bench seat to her side. The kissing got more passionate and I started to feel under her fur jacket for those wonderful generous breasts. It was easier just to pull her bra up and over them once I had got the clasp undone. It was really chilly so undressing fully was not on the cards. S was wearing a fur-lined jacket and the feel of her breasts nestling in the softest of fur was unbelievably erotic. Then I discovered her stockings and was soon busy exploring that magic zone of silky skin at the top, edged by her knickers. Impatiently she swiveled around, reached down, pulled off her knickers and knelt over me as I pulled down my pants. To say I was hard would be the understatement of the year; I have never been so excited in my life. As she sank down onto me and I slid steadily further into her warm and wet pussy, I was truly consumed with lust. Her stocking clad legs slid against my thighs, her breasts filled my hands, cosily buried in the fur of her jacket and I could feel every millimeter of her pussy surrounding my cock.
Amazingly I was able to hold on and stay with her for maybe 20 minutes. She came a number of times, nearly biting my ear off in excitement, until I could no longer hold on and came in what remains burnt into my memory as one of the best ever orgasms. I came from the roots of my hair to the ends of my toenails, the flow of warmth dragged every nerve ending towards our point of conjoining and it was a while before my eyes would focus again.
As we got our breath back, still feeling her body held against mine, I felt no guilt or shame, simply a sense of wonder. The frosted landscape in front of us and the feeling of sitting up there on the hill, all contributed to the moment.
We disentangled, she put her panties in her purse and we went back to the car park before going our separate ways. As we drove along she said that the next time we did this would be at her flat. Her husband was fully aware of her activities and was quite happy to vacate for the evening. She pointed out that it would be much more comfortable and that we could get fully naked, so who was I to argue. That’s for another story.
