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"What I remember about Roger"

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Roger has been a naughty man telling everyone how he seduced me. I will now correct some of his less than accurate memories.

Helen and I were walking in the hills, we had walked further than we intended and the weather suddenly changed. We were very lucky because we found Roger and Clive who knew where a cabin was. They told us the weather would clear in a few hours.

We all had sandwiches, but Helen and I didn't have more than that and a drink. Roger made some coffee and Clive added brandy to it. We had to share tin mugs. We had more coffee as we waited and Clive was very liberal with the brandy. After five hours they offered to share their food, no plates, but it was hot.

The cabin was very basic but there were two benches a table and two somethings that passed for beds. They said they had sleeping bags that we could share, the cheek of it. Then they undressed. Clive left his underwear on and rushed into his sleeping bag. That is when we turned around. Helen said Roger has a big one. I asked how she knew and she told me 'he sleeps naked '. 

Don't think I am a shy woman but it is not wise to encourage two strange men when you are trapped in a remote cabin. That is what horror movies are about, but it was cold. I was willing to curl up under their coats. Helen said it would be warmer in the sleeping bags and let me select who I slept with. I thought Clive because he still had his shorts on.

The advantage was it was warmer, but Clive seemed to have 5 hands. While I was fighting him off, fighting is a little strong. Helen and Roger were having sex. After Helen did it was only polite that I did. It was exciting but inhibiting Roger and Helen almost in reach, but I did not come.

Helen went out to dig a hole and I went with her. It was freezing. As we did what we did we talked. It was Helen's idea to go back to different beds. I must admit I felt naughty, excited about something I may have fantasized about, but in far warm conditions.

We went back into the cabin and climbed into the sleeping bags. Roger knew almost immediately that he had been swapped. I think men call it plonked, lol. Clive was on Helen, as soon as she was in the bag. Over the next week I discovered Helen was one of those lucky women who cum with very little effort from a man and sadly most men make very little effort. 

Roger put in a lot of effort even in that small sleeping bag. I think that was the first time I came three times in a row. I was very pleased to discover his wide tastes in the morning.

When the fog lifted we walked down to the village on the way we convinced them not to move on, all we had to do was offer our favours. They took all the favours we could offer. We offered a lot of favours. I really enjoyed that week, but it came to an end. We exchanged numbers, I was not expecting to hear from them again.

Then Roger called and asked if he could see me again. He was in the south and we were in Scotland so we agreed to a holiday. It was even better than our week in the village.

Our last holiday was aboard. We stayed near a nudist beach. I was reluctant to go down to the beach but when I did it it was fun, not sexy, but I did enjoy the freedom.

It was Clive's idea, he liked being seen with Helen and me. Helen got chatting to a few men and Clive got the idea she had slept with one of them. There was an almighty row and they never spoke again. It got worse when I refused him and when Roger took Helen's side, that was the end of it. For the last three day Clive went out getting drunk and on the pull. 

Roger did not mind the thought of Helen or myself going with other men as long as we were careful about STDs. (Roger I am always careful.)

That was our last holiday, Clive ruined everything. 

I had a number of boyfriends after that, I suggested to one that we had a foursome but he was horrified. I never suggested it again. 

Now I am back with Roger. Roger had a lot to do with making me who I am, he is the only man I know I can be myself with. I suppose that means I love him. He supports me, encourages me to be naughty, I have learnt to be very naughty. He is very naughty.

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Written by Carol

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