The hangover I woke up with was worse than I had ever had before. I had numerous ‘binge drinking’ sessions but this seemed to be worse and I was unsure why. I checked my phone like I always did when I woke up in the morning. I had a new message from an unknown number, it was from my lover last night: Stephanie.

I really hate to go clubbing, so I often decline the invitation to do so. It was my friend's birthday, though, so I had to go this time. I was so bored, so I sat at the bar all night long. Until I encountered the most gorgeous woman I'd seen that night.

After several years of thinking, the time had come for my husband and i, to fulfil our wildest fantasy's, only, he wouldn't know too much about most of them, who am i to tell, march, and the frosty mornings still among us, yet spring, firstly let me tell you some bits about ourselves. My husband, a 33 y/o, handsome, builder by trade, and very good with his hands! Named Kevin, myself, 34 y/o, sassy, told im very attractive, and awsome with my tongue.

For over three months I had availed myself of Amy’s eager mouth and pussy. For a girl who hadn’t been dating and didn’t really want a relationship, she was a very enthusiastic lover. It’s true, apart from our night in Derbyshire, we hadn’t eaten out, gone for walks or had a drink in the pub. Our relationship was ninety nine percent sexual. I would have said one hundred, but she served me in the refectory of a local nature reserve and I had given her lifts home. Since our meeting, Amy had past her test and now drove a second hand car, which precluded my services in that direction.

The path to Cindy's sexual excapades after we married from teasing touches and flashes of tits and or pussy to full nakedness and complete sexual abandon is more than adequately covered in many other stories and blogs. The final frontier was Cindy and I headed off to a party house where I watch her fuck and suck quite a few guys. That story too is covered in other stories and blogs, blow by blow, fuck by fuck, each ejaculation of cum into her cunt or into her mouth detailed, well most of them anyway, and if not most at least many. Her ass was not yet a destination for a stiff cock and a hot load of jizz. Not that I know of anyway. She didn't tell me everything. The rule book of what she could do with a cock in her mouth or cunt had been thrown in the trash.

Dru hurried through the fog, the tall grass catching at his shoes and trying to trip him, but he could see the lights of the old manor through the mist--a dozen spots of golden light glowing in the darkness, and he could hear the deep, bass beat of the music, like the heartbeat of the house itself. Climbing the creaky front steps, he entered through the open front doors, shrugging out of his long, black overcoat as he glanced around the foyer.

There was a pile of coats against the wall, so he checked his pockets to make sure there wasn't anything worth staling, and then tossed his down. Running a hand back through his short black hair, he walked farther into the house, the music coming from a closed set of double doors on his left. On the right, there were a couple of dark doorways and at the end of the hall he could see a staircase leading to the second floor. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled open one side of the double doors and stepped into the ballroom, momentarily blind as strobe lights and colored spot lights reflected off a spinning mirror ball, sending dancing flecks darting all around the dark room.

In the morning I woke up and looked around, I was alone in Dany’s bed. I stood up and put on my jeans and shirt and walked into the kitchen, Dany was making breakfast as I walked in “smells good.” I said, she smiled and said “probably tastes better, she put the pan down and walked over and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her deeply she separated and continued I sat down at the table and watched her work.

It was the end of July and my usually predictable lifestyle had been disrupted, albeit pleasantly by a third year biology student called Amy. I had been single for a year and that was a long time for me. Suddenly one reaches a certain age and the urges are still there but the opportunities seem to grow fewer. I had been with my ex girlfriend for three years. I was forty one when I had met her. The shock of turning forty had passed and I felt good to be in a relationship.