Gillian's Story – Episode 2 – Return to James. Hi, Gillian here. Thank you for your responses and support. Well, I think episode 1 confirmed I am a total slut and Malcolm passed the 'am I really a happy slut's husband' test with flying colours. After Alan had filled my arse with his spunk then pumped a second load into Malcolm's mouth we rested a while, as you can imagine. We found a little beach on the river bank and freshened up, I put my dress on and Alan, Malcolm and I made our way back to the pub where Alan treated us all to a late lunch. We exchanged email addresses, Alan shook Malcolm's hand and I kissed him chastely on the cheek. Alan went back to work and Malcolm and I did a little more shopping before going home to shower and rest. Once refreshed and rested I tried on a little black number we had purchased that afternoon and Malcolm took me out to a celebratory dinner. As promised, below is the start of my filthy weekend, my epiphany! “Where have you been?” her husband demanded angrily. “I went home!” “But you weren't at your mother's were you! I rang and she said that you were not there!” “Did she tell you were I was?” “She said that you were with James!” “That's true, I stayed with him.” “Did you sleep with him?” Gillian had been totally fed up with her marriage for a very long time. There was nothing really wrong with her husband, a successful business man with his own company, a very nice house in a quiet area on the edge of town. She wanted for nothing – except a damn good fuck on a regular basis. In the last 5 years her husband, whom she had married on the basis of him being good looking, kind and having a rather nice cock, had only ever made soft, tender love to her, whilst he never failed to shoot his spunk into her and she had never failed to cum, without any acting on her part, she was left utterly unsatisfied and totally frustrated. She needed lots more cock! She had phoned James, who had fucked her far too infrequently of late, every time she went home to visit the family. Gillian was a cock hungry cum slut and had been since she was 16, probably earlier if the truth were known, but she had thought that marriage, to a man with a very decent cock, would enable her to change and that she could settle down. She had tried, God how she had tried! Now, after the events of the weekend she knew there was only one solution, to get out and to get out fast! She let poor Malcolm, her husband, have both barrels, between the eyes at point blank range! “I phoned James as soon as you had left for the office on Friday morning,” she started, “I told him that I was fed up with half-hearted, missionary position sex once a month and needed to be fucked, fucked hard and frequently! He told me to pack a weekend bag and get down to him on the first available train, I was NOT to wear any underwear nor take any with me, just light dresses, a jacket in case it turned chilly and a light coat, in case it rained.” Gillian was in a taxi to the station within half an hour of that phone conversation. She rang James telling him which train and when it would arrive and he told her to take a taxi to his place where he would be waiting for her. Gillian boarded the train, very aware that her nipples were clearly visible poking against the thin material of her dress and that her pussy was already wet with anticipation. On the 60 minute train journey Gillian tried to mask her erect nipples from any woman that might notice her arousal but when only men were in sight she made sure that they had an uninterrupted view. This made her even more aroused which, in turn, showed more plainly for all to see. The accumulative effect being that by the time she arrived at James's station she was quite brazen, showing off her cleavage a little more than might be considered to be polite, in public, and crossing and uncrossing her legs more than was really necessary. “When I got up, the man on the seat opposite said a very polite 'thank you' quietly to which I replied 'my pleasure',” she told her husband. “Then I walked down the platform allowing the zip to ease down another inch. As I approached the ticket inspector I felt that he was devouring me with his eyes.” she said, I sat in the cab and unzipped the dress down to just below my cleavage.” she concluded. Gillian, who had worn the same dress for the return journey, demonstrated by unzipping the dress to the same position leaving Malcolm in no doubt exactly what was on show for the cab driver. “My cunt was soaking wet with excitement. The cab driver looked at me in his rear view mirror. 'Nice?'” I asked him. He said it was a very nice view and could he have some more, please! So I unzipped to the navel.” Gillian demonstrated this also. “I told him to give me his card as I would be needing a cab when I returned to the station sometime after the weekend. He gave me his card and drove, slowly to James's, one eye on the road and the other on my tits, which I had got out for him to enjoy.” “I told him to drive into the drive so that he could go right around and come out the exit. When we stopped he leapt out and opened my door for me, getting a perfect view of my tits at the same time.” Gillian got her tits out so that Malcolm could appreciate the cab drivers situation, continuing, “then he went to the boot to get my overnight bag.” Unable to keep his eyes off Gillian's tits the driver walked, slowly, backwards, to the open door of his cab, reluctantly climbed in and shut the door quickly, so he could see her in the door mirror. As he drove to the exit and paused for one last look before pulling out into the quiet country lane, Gillian shrugged her shoulders and her dress dropped to the ground, leaving her naked and fully exposed. The driver stopped, abruptly, Gillian gave him a wave, turned on her heel, bent, displaying her inviting ass and wet cunt, picked up her dress, took the handle of her wheeled overnight bag and walked towards James who was standing at the open door. She wiggled her pretty bottom for the drivers benefit. “This is how he saw me!” she said, shrugging her shoulders so that the dress fell to the floor before turning away from her husband and walking along the hallway. “And this is how I looked when I turned to give him a wave goodbye!” she had turned, showing off her long legs, smooth pussy and firm tits. A naked Gillian walked back to her husband. “James was standing in the open doorway. He was naked,” she said when she was standing right in front of Malcolm again. “I could see the little dewdrop of pre-cum glistening in the sunlight, just about to dribble off the end of his stiff cock, as I approached. So I knelt on the 'welcum' mat and licked it up, to stop it being wasted. Then I swallowed his cock, just opened my mouth and fed it right in as far as I could get it. Then I began to stroke it as I sucked.” James asked if I might have left anything in the cab. I asked why? And James said that the cab had stopped outside the entrance and was looking this way. I looked and I told him not to be silly and the driver only wanted to watch me suck cock. Then he asked me if I wanted the drivers cock as well but I told him no, I had his card so maybe I could have it on the way back to the station after the weekend. James's cock was nice and hard and ready to fuck me properly. He told me to stand up and to lean against the door frame with my legs apart. I did, then he stood between them and rubbed his cock head up against my clitty! I came immediately! I always do when he does that, particularly if somebody is watching. Then he teased me, putting his cock in only a little bit. I thrust my hips forward and felt him push deep up inside my cunt as he pushed into me at the same time. “Fuck me James! Fuck me hard!” I told him. He grabbed hold of my tits, and squeezed! Hard! I screamed with pleasure! Then he took my erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pinched them, hard! I shuddered and shook as he held me tight against the door frame, by my tits, and he pounded his cock deep into me with the grunts of unrequited lust. “Fuck me James!” I said, “Fuck me hard, James! Pump your spunk deep into my greedy, cum slut cunt James! I need your spunk inside me, James.” I kept thrusting my willing cunt onto his rampant cock. I knew the cab driver was watching us and that made it even better. Then James thrust especially hard, squeezed my tits even harder and I felt him pump his first load deep into my wet, eager cunt! I came with him! Pump, pump, pump it went and I squeezed my cunt muscles trying to milk the very last drop out of him as I moaned, loudly and came again with each pump of his spunk filled balls, then sagged exhausted into his strong arms.” “When we had finished and James's cock had slipped from my dripping cunt I knelt down, took him in my mouth and cleaned him up. The cab driver was still watching so we both waved, went inside and closed the door.” “Malcolm! Your cock is hard! Your cock is very hard, I can see it straining against your trousers! Let me feel it! You enjoyed hearing what I did! You enjoyed me telling you how I fucked and sucked. Me being a total cum slut has really turned you on, hasn't it? You dirty bastard! You want your wife to be a greedy, cock hungry cum slut and tell you all about the little details, don't you? Get these off! Now! This instant!” Malcolm couldn't deny it, the evidence was resting against his wife's exploring hand. As soon as Gillian started to tell him how James had made her travel without underwear and how it had turned on the men looking at her and how it had turned her on, his cock had started to stiffen, rapidly. By the time Gillian had reached the details of how she had been fucked against the front door frame in full view of the cab driver he was ready to shoot his load and ruin his trousers. Gillian knelt before her husband and took his cock into her willing, greedy, cum slut mouth... Malcolm had an impressive cock, harder and longer than she remembered although she had never been allowed to play with it much less suck it. “Listen, husband,” she said, as she ran her tongue up the full length starting at the bottom, “imagine you are sitting over there, stroking your cock and watching me, your cum slut wife play with this man's cock.” She licked around the head that was stretching the foreskin so tight it must have really hurt and slipped it into her mouth. Her husband sighed. She stroked up and down its length whilst nibbling on the straining skin of the head. Malcolm was already near to shooting his load. “You are watching me suck this man's cock,” she continued, “I'm stroking it and wanting to make him shoot his spunk. Where do you want me to make him shoot it, husband? All over my face and in my hair as the man that walked with me from the train about an hour ago did, or deep down my throat like the taxi driver did, in our driveway, less than half an hour ago?” Gillian sucked Malcolm's cock deep into her mouth and stroked his tight balls. Only a few seconds later Malcolm grabbed his slut wife's head, held it still and sent the contents of his balls down her slut throat and into her slut belly to join the spunk that the taxi drivers had recently put there. Gillian waited until her husband had finished shooting his load, licked him clean then looked up into his shining eyes. “Husband,” she said, “we have to talk!” Sorry it's a bit short. There is a lot more to follow but I have to be on the road long before the streets are aired in the morning so I have only covered the 'arrival' to my lover, James. Read it slowly and I'll be back at the end of July. If you want some more episodes please let me know. Love & Kisses – Gillian xxx