The 2nd fling was with Julie, she lovely looking and actually the sister of a well known 80’s page 3 girl.

She was a barmaid at a pub I used to go to with my cousin. He introduced us to each other. She’d split up with her husband about a year before we’d met and she said she really wasn’t looking for a man.

We flirted with each other and I must have made an impression on her because she’d asked my cousin for my number and when I got home there was a message asking me to give her a call if I fancied it.

She was in her early 40’s and her tits, looked magnificent, much bigger than her page 3 sister’s!

Being a tit man  I was determined to get my hands on them. We arranged a cinema date which ended with a kiss. She told me she wasn’t the type of girl for a one night stand. Fair enough challenge accepted.

We went on a few more dates and took things started to pick up, at this time my relationship with my future wife had cooled somewhat but we still saw each other every few weeks.

Julie arranged that we’d have a meal at the pub she worked at and afterwards she invited me to stay over.

I was a little bit nervous because she had a teenage son and daughter at home. Anyway, I was happy to go back. We got in bed and when I saw her tits I couldn’t take my eyes off them, they were huge and firm on her tiny size 8 body, they were a joy to play with. She had a smooth shaved pussy.

We fucked, licked and sucked each other for hours. It was amazing.

She brought me a full breakfast in bed and told me I was the first guy to fuck her since she’d left her husband.

We fucked like rabbits from that point on, I even went around in the middle of the week. Was having the best of both worlds, 2 girls, both on tap.

She became more and more adventurous and sent me a photo of one of her tits on my new Ericcson phone, I still have it somewhere but I can’t find the charger. Id love to see that photo one more time!

Once she was confident with me, it turned out she was into risky sex, she’d happily give me a blow job in the street on the short walk home from the pub.

She even told me she’d had a lesbian fling a couple of years earlier, hearing her talk about going down on another woman was enough to give me a raging hard on and she sucked the life out of my cock after she told me.

I was very content with how things were going but I was loving my double life. Then, one day whilst she was cooking me a full breakfast I received a text from my future 2nd wife, asking if I wanted to come around that night. We’d really slowed things down at that point but the thought of fucking her and getting one of her special blowjobs was too much, so I text her back and said yes.

I changed my plans with Julie that weekend and spent the next few weeks seeing the both of them, one on a Friday, the other on the Saturday. I was living my best life.

After I went back there with the girl who’d become my 2nd I realised she would be the better long term prospect as she didn’t have any expectations. I’d got the feeling from Julie she was looking for a steady relationship and at that time that wasn’t what I was looking for.

It got awkward with Julie not long after because I suddenly became unavailable to her like I had been, she sense something had changed and she called it a day. I’d let her done and we didn’t end on the best of terms. It was a shame but It ended abruptly and it was probably for the best but I was disappointed I never got to see those tits ever again!

Although the pub is about 10 miles from where I live, I sometimes drive past it and wonder if Julie still works or drinks there. It’s known for good food and my 2nd wife has often mentioned we should have lunch there sometime. I alway use the excuse it’s too far from home. I wouldn’t want to create an unnecessary situation, it’s far better that Julie stays a memory.