Three is Company

I often write stories from the perspective of a male rather than a female. Even if it is based on an experience of my own. Reflecting on a recent encounter I decided to try writing from the perspective of each person a bit like a reality TV commentary. Please let me know how you think it worked.

Harry

Living in a small town sometimes makes it hard to find a FWB. Choices are limited. People get funny if you like something a little different. No one likes to admit they get freaky in the sheets even if people do. All guys ever do around here is fish and drink.

I met Jenna online through a dating app. When we started chatting, she lived in a city far away from me. I don’t know why she talked to me really, but she was cool, and we sometimes shared pics. I fantasised that I would visit her city one day to see her.

One afternoon I was flicking through profiles and I noticed that she had changed her location. She was travelling with her husband and heading my way! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe my fantasy would come true.

Brian

I love my wife. She is an amazing person. She doesn’t always agree with me, but I think she is amazingly beautiful. When we go to lifestyle events men are always attracted to her and want to be around her. She always worries that I will get left out but a lot of the time she is the most attractive one in the room and I just can’t get excited about anyone else.

Lately we have been meeting single guys. She seems to mainly like younger guys, but they can be fickle. I hate it when she thinks she has arranged a meeting and they bail on her. They honestly don’t know what they are missing. She is really good at sex because she likes to make her partners happy. It is a joy to watch.

Jenna

I wasn’t sure about Harry. He was a guy who seemed to have a good heart, but I wasn’t sure. I learned when I was much younger that sometimes giving guys like him a go can be rewarding. Which is the reason why I never just shove them to the side. But he had slowly stopped talking to me and I was surprised when he messaged me.

Getting timing right can be tricky. Travelling by sea is subject to weather and sometimes you arrive well before you intend, mostly it takes longer. Harry lived in a place we were not really intending to visit and then the wind blew us here. The town surprised us. At a time when I was anxious about our journey and needed to breathe for a day or two, I found a place that let me do that. Harry was persistent if nothing else. We had no plans, so we agreed to hang out.

Harry

She was staying in the marina. A tiny pontoon with about twenty boats tied up to it. Of course, hers was the most beautiful sitting proudly amongst the run-down fishing boats. In the darkness we embraced for the first time. She felt amazing in my arms and she smelled so good. Better than the coal smell that filled my car and my hut at camp. She showed me around her boat and introduced me to her husband. They offered me a beer and we sat on the couch chatting about their trip and stuff.

Earlier in the day she told me that her husband was bi. I was nervous. I had never done anything with a guy, and I wasn’t sure what to expect but he was cool. He sat apart from us while we chatted. I felt her hand on my leg her fingers sneaking under the leg of my boardies. I stroked her arm, still unsure of how fast to go. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and she started playing with my nipples. Her hands slipped down into the waist of my shorts, my cock was so hard.

Brian

Jenna thinks she is being subtle, but she isn’t. We had talked about how interested her friend was in guys. Lately I have been participating more in her choices and expressing my desires to suck cock and see, smell, and taste his cum. Jenna discussed this with Harry. He hadn’t ever done that kind of thing before, but he wasn’t ruling it out. Watching them together was cute. I could see he was shy, and I could see she would probably prefer a bit more of a one-on-one encounter.

I left them for a while and went to our bedroom to read but all the time I was listening to them. I could tell she was enjoying herself by her moans. I didn’t know what he was exactly doing but I could tell she was having the type of climaxes that usually make her squirt. Then her voice was muffled a little. I imagined her mouth full of his cock. It made me hard.

Harry

She tasted amazing. When I licked her and fingered her at the same time my mouth filled with her juice. I could have drunk her sweet liquid all night. Her mouth on my cock was amazing. I hadn’t had a head job in forever and this one was one of the best. I could have let myself cum in her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil it by asking for permission.

We moved to the bedroom I lay on the bed and she straddled me. I thought she was going to take my cock inside her, but she just rubbed her pussy on me. The slightest touch against her pussy sent shudders through her. It was so intense.

Jenna

I sat astride him. I was so turned on the slightest touch sent a jolt through me. I wanted his cock to fill me, but he pushed me down and fingered me again. I could feel my juice gushing over his hand. At the entrance to the room, I saw Brian naked, watching us. I smiled, happy to see him sliding into bed beside me.

Harry kneeled on the bed beside us with his hand gripping his cock as he watched us fucking. He watched us closely, his hand working his cock.

“Cum on my tits,” I whispered to him. He nodded.

“Come closer,” Brian encouraged him. I know what Brian likes.

Harry came so quickly. So sexy. I felt Brian get harder inside me as the first hot liquid splashed across me. His load was much bigger than I was used to. Jets of warm cum sprayed over both of us and Brian pumped harder into me. Harry groaned and fell back on the bed watching us. I could feel my orgasm building in time with Brian.

With a groan he climaxed, tipping me over the edge. It was intense. The room seemed filled with pheromones and the scent of sex. The three of us relaxed breathing heavily, happy, satiated.

Someone made a comment about the drive Harry had to make to go home,

“My feet won’t touch the ground the whole way back to camp.”

After we had recovered, I walked back to his car with him. We embraced and kissed goodbye. His cock was hard against my leg.

“Oh my God you are ready to go again!” I exclaimed. I did not expect that. If I had known I would have sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I rubbed him through his shorts.

“I should have said something,” he looked sheepish.

“Something to remember for next time.” I smiled in the darkness.

He got into his car and drove away. I wondered if I would see him again. I walked back through the marina parking lot and down the gangway. I was wearing a long flowing cardigan with nothing underneath. Something easy to dress in. In the darkness walking past the sleeping boats, I let the garment fall open. The breeze pulled the fabric away to expose my naked breasts. I knew there were other men living on some of the boats, I didn’t care. In that moment I felt like a goddess. I pushed back my shoulders daring the world to look at me and comment.

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Wicked Wednesday

Hello Thirty Dirty Questions

A while ago I stumbled across Bridgit Delaney’s Erotic Journal Challenge for November 2020. The concept of answering thirty questions about sex, which is not dirty, appealed to me. If I had been aware of the challenge at the time I would have liked to participate. I hope she doesn’t mind that I am using the questions now. If you want to read her answers to the questions the links are still live on her page.

I am not going to promise an answer every day. Maybe one or two per week. The next six weeks promise to be intense for me as I prepare for our departure on our voyage of a lifetime. In the back of my mind is also the Ryan and Carmen series that I started. I am at a bit of a roadblock with them and I do ponder what is going to happen next frequently but have issues focusing on getting words on a page.

In the meantime you can read the answer to the first question;

How do you define “awesome” sex? (i.e what makes sex better than good)

There are some people who think that any sex is good sex. I disagree. Over the course of my life, I have had the full range from sex that leaves you with a smile on your face that lasts for days to sex that leaves you feeling like someone used you as a cum bucket while stealing a piece of your soul.

The last, fortunately, has not happened for a long time but those kinds of experiences leave scars. Like most people, for me sex is usually middle of the road to good. Orgasms are amazing for releasing stress and general wellbeing. If they happen with the help of another person that makes them all the better. But sex that is next level requires more than an orgasm or two.

For sex to be truly awesome there first needs to be a connection. Some spark between two (or more) people. I cannot define or predict that spark, but I absolutely know when it happens. There is an inkling when you meet the person face to face and then there is this moment when you touch. Usually, it is fingertips on a thigh or a gentle stroke on an arm. Something small and subtle that tells you that there is. Going. To. Be. Fireworks.

The next phase is often jumbled and never plays out the same way but there is kissing, there is groping and hands inside clothing. My nipples are amazing barometers of how good things will be. If I am into him, he can squeeze them and take them into his mouth, even use his teeth gently and I will almost climax. If I am not, then nothing will happen. It will feel irritating.

There is always sucking of cock for me. It is something I live for. To hold him in my mouth and look up to see the pleasure on his face. There is nothing in the world that matches the feeling of truly admiring a beautiful cock. In the words of Cardi B

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp,

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch the lil’dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My second favourite thing is fucking. He needs to fill me, wrap his body around me. There needs to be moments when I am so lost in the feeling of him, I cannot control myself. The room needs to be full of the sound of me enjoying myself.

But the thing that truly defines awesome sex is when he puts his face between my legs. I cannot define the technique that works. I can say that there are some men who are gifted and many who are not. I am greedy, I am selfish at times. I WANT to be pleasured. I want to be eaten. I want a tongue all over me. Some of the sexiest memories are of a man’s face between my thighs, eating me greedily until I cannot wait to get his cock inside me.

In truly memorable sessions there is not the standard progression from fondling to oral to fucking. There is meandering between all three, backwards and forwards until both of us are spent and unable to move. If it has been completely awesome, I will go back again and again. I am like Augustus Gloop with sex. A complete glutton. There will never be enough.

Which is hard to find. And worth holding on to when it happens.

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TMI Tuesday – Just Wondering

1.What food did you eat so much of that you now hate it?

For many years I enjoyed Papaya or Paw Paw as we call it in Australia. I liked the yellow variety but was very happy when I could get the red ones. The rest of my family hated even the smell of them. Recently, every time I eat one, I feel unwell for the rest of the day. It is irritating because I really liked it and I felt it was a healthy eating choice but the thought of eating it now makes me feel queasy.

Papaya

2.What two films would you like to combine into one?

I was in a bit of a shit stirring mood yesterday and it seems to have spilled into this morning. I think they should end the confusion and just combine Star Trek and Star Wars. I mean the only people who know the difference are the purists right? The rest of us get them confused all the time.

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3.What songs do you feel compelled to sing along with when you hear them even if you do not know the words?

So many!! American Pie, Boys of Summer are my ones from yesterday. I can’t think of other titles right now.

4.What is the weirdest place you have ever slept?

I was on a sailing trip with Mr Jones a few years ago and he was snoring terribly! I have enough trouble sleeping and dealing with a snorer was too much! In the middle of the night, I decided to sleep in the other cabin, the one where we had dumped a whole lot of outdoor covers and cushions that had gotten wet by rain that had happened that day. I spent the rest of the night sleeping blissfully in a burrow I made in the cushions!

5.Who is the weirdest person you have ever slept with, and why do you say this?

A while back I met a man who was by anyone’s definition weird. We were platonic friends for several months until an insanely jealous girlfriend ended it. I don’t think I EVER saw him with shoes on and he was definitely left of centre. He never really talked about it but mental health issues were very much a part of his life making him the kind of person that made others around him a little nervous.

The original intent of our meeting was for sex and we did explore that avenue, but it didn’t really go the way I would have liked, and I couldn’t really see him as a sexual partner after that. So, we remained friends. I kind of miss him. He definitely made life interesting.

Bonus: What do you think you do better than 90% of people.

This one should not be a surprise to regular readers. Sucking cock. I don’t care what any male says about women all saying that. I am good. I know it. I can name several men, not including Mr Jones, who will attest.

Bisexual Men – A Strange Bunch of Nuggets

The word bisexual in the swing scene is an interesting social experiment. In 2009 – 10 ish when Mr Jones and I started on this journey bisexual women seemed to be the thing everyone looked for and bisexual men were pariahs who everyone avoided. There was some level of expectation that all women in the swing scene would interact sexually with other women. There was also some level of expectation that men would not “cross swords” or even fantasise about it.

Weird when you think about it. Also completely misogynistic. Men are attracted to female bodies (for the most part) and so expect that women would feel the same way. A lot of men are repulsed by their own bodies and so (for the most part) don’t want to look at other men. Or is it because they are afraid they will see something they like? I don’t know. It is all too coufusing.

Fast forward to now. People are becoming more open minded and the idea of MM interaction is more accepted. Men have discovered that some women (like me) actually find watching men pleasuring each other sexually very arousing. On the whole men and a lot of women haven’t quite evolved to appreciating the cock for the amazing beautiful thing it is but I am hopeful. Whatever the case bisexuality among men seems to be something that is more accepted.

There are levels though. Some men are OK with touching and being sucked; a mouth is a mouth right? Some men want to experience a cock in their mouth. Some men, (like Mr Jones) are feeling happier to bring out dark fantasies of wanting to see their wives covered with another man’s cum. Some men want to go all the way with being penetrated.

What is rare is a man who has an open and vocal appreciation of cock. I mean a man who will go down on his knees and worship a cock in the way I described here. I had never seen one until recently. It was the same evening as I had the creepy encounter. Once my new friend and I were despatched to a private room Mr Jones got naked as well. He of course was aroused and his cock is definitely one of the most attractive in any room. My new friend was impressed.

I watched as he kneeled in front of My Jones and took a cock in his mouth like no man I had ever seen before. He was truly in love with what he was doing. He sucked greedily and happily. He would have taken a mouthful of cum with relish. Mr Jones told me later he was the only person who can suck cock better than me. I think I need to up my game.

If you met the guy on the street or even in a swing club he would not seem any different from another guy. He didn’t seem to be interested in checking out other guys when they had their clothes on. Maybe it is just the cock he is interested in. Whatever the case he is comfortable with himself and his body and he knows what he wants. And honestly, that is sexy as hell.

I Love a Pretty Cock

About a week ago I was bored in a long car trip so I occupied myself by scrolling through profiles on the dating app I am a member of. I came across a profile that displayed some images of a very nice looking penis. I composed the following tweet

I do love a man with a pretty cock”

The ensuing conversation was thick and fast. Of course every male who read it suddenly wanted to know if his cock was pretty and or what exactly was the criteria I was using to assess prettiness. I responded

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but my personal preference is for one that fills my fist and hits the back of my throats nicely. Clean, can have a slight bend, in proportion, length that relates to width and proud.

Conversation ensued and I was a little concerned I would be showered with unsolicited dick pics but my fears were unfounded. My followers seemed to be restrained. Maybe they were afraid that their cock would not be up to scratch. I am grateful that my fears were unfounded.

I have blogged before about my appreciation of cock. I love it. I truly do. Not just in the sense of being fucked but in the sense of I truly find them beautiful. I do like looking at them in real life and in photos.

That doesn’t mean I like every photo of a cock. There is an art to creating a good image of a penis. Angle is important and a certain level of erection sometimes helps. The classic angle most men seem to go for is looking down from their point of view onto a fully erect member. 

This is not always the best angle, lighting can be bad, proportion is almost impossible to assess and it doesn’t reflect what I, the person that should be impressed, is going to see if I ever encounter the member in real life. 

I am not sure if a lot of men put much thought into what their images will look like when viewed by another person. Going by some of what I have seen I don’t think they do. Either that or their mind is so fogged by fantasies of what women are going to do with their member that they aren’t thinking clearly. 

A classic example of this is something that happened with a group of friends after a shopping expedition and lunch with a couple of wines. One of the group pulled out an image she had been sent by a man who she chatted with occasionally. The image had been taken while the sender was masturbating. Some trick of angle, light and poor timing meant the the thing that hit the viewer when opening the message was a huge gaping hole at the end of the glans. Yes there is supposed to be a hole there but this one looked big enough to put a finger in!!!! The recipient was repulsed by the image, I don’t really blame her if we are being honest. I am also pretty certain that the sender did NOT intend to be the butt of a group of women’s jokes. 

So what makes a good photo of a cock? As I said, angle and lighting are important. Background clutter or glare from a flash are distracting. I like to be able to see and get some idea of what it will feel like to hold. Something like this;

This just makes me want to kneel down and worship that baby. 

I am not by any means a skilled photographer and penises are notoriously hard to photograph. But I know what I like. 

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USB Flashback – Customer Service

A while ago I found a USB with stories I had written long ago. I am not sure if I have published them on Erotic Adventures but they definitely haven’t seen the light of day for several years. Those that were good enough to be dusted off and shared again are making their way here.

“Hottie at four o’clock” Julie murmured as she neatly arranged ties in their colour groupings.

Bianca looked surreptitiously over her shoulder,

“Not bad,” she kept her tone deliberately casual as she continued to flick through the shirts on the end of season rack. “What do you think of this one?” She held up a conservative specimen with pale blue stripes.

“OK for my Grandad!” Julie finished with the ties and began straightening suits.

“Well it is for a grandad,” Bianca replied sarcastically.

“Well then it should suit him just fine!” Julie replied huffily. “Sheesh it is just a present for Father’s Day. He isn’t supposed to like it!”

Bianca poked her tongue at her friend as she slipped the shirt from the rack and placed it under the counter to process later when she finished work. She looked over at the customer again. He was frowning as he flicked through a rack of jeans. Bianca smiled slyly to herself. Just the kind of guy she liked, a little awkward and not sure what he needed.

Smoothing her hair down and straightening her blouse Bianca made her way across the store to where the man was standing with a pair of jeans in either hand looking from one to the other.

“Can I help you?” she asked as she stood beside him.

“Oh hello,” he jumped a little at the sound of her voice. “I think I would like to try on a pair of these,” he smiled helplessly at her. “Which ones do you think would look the best?”

Bianca put on her best smile as she considered his choices. “I think these would look nice,” she indicated the pair in his left hand. “Do you like straight leg or boot leg?”

The man looked at her for a moment with a slight frown. “I really have no idea. I just don’t want something that is going to cut me in half!” he laughed.

“OK then,” Bianca’s smile widened. “Well I still think these are a good choice,” she looked downwards in the direction of his crotch for a moment. The man looked a little disconcerted as she raised her eyes “You are a size 34 right?”

The customer looked relieved “Yes,”

“O.K. Well this is your size for this type. The change rooms are just through here.” She led the way towards the small cubicles at the back of the store and held the door open for him. After he made his way inside she leaned in and hung the jeans on the hook. She stood in the doorway for a few moments as the customer fumbled with his belt.

“I will just go and pick out a couple of other pairs that you might be interested in.” She closed the door softly and made her way back to the rack where she made a couple of other selections. A cough from the cash register made her look up for a moment. Julie was looking at her with an unreadable expression on her face.

“What?” Bianca demanded.

Julie’s eyebrows arched carefully, “Absolutely nothing,” Julie looked down at her nails.

Bianca checked the sizing on the jeans before she made her way back towards the cubicles. Quietly she opened the door as the customer buttoned the jeans. There was a short pause as Bianca hung her choices on the hook.

“What do you think?” The customer turned trying to look at his butt in the mirror.

Bianca stood back, looking at him for a moment, “They look pretty good.” She mused. Her hand reached up to her blouse and slipped one button undone as she stepped closer to the customer. “They fit well across the butt,” Her hand rested on his left butt cheek for a moment before she gave it a slight squeeze. The customer’s eyes widened a little as she moved closer to him, letting him see the smooth white skin of her cleavage before she moved her hand around to the front of the jeans. Slipping her fingers inside the waistband she moved the jeans a little. “There is a little play in the waist but sometimes you need extra room at the front,” She looked slyly up at him. “Perhaps you should try one of the other pairs,”

The customer looked down at her for a moment, “Yes I think I should.” His hands reached down and unclasped the button on the jeans and released the zipper. Bianca’s hand slipped downwards, caressing the front of his boxers for the briefest of moments before she turned to remove another pair of jeans from the hanger.

When she turned back the customer stood with his hard cock in his hand and his boxers around his ankles. “I hope that these ones have plenty of front room,” he looked at her slyly for a moment.

“I think we can accommodate that,” Bianca kneeled down in front of him. She licked the tip of his cock before she sucked the pre cum off the head of his cock. The customer placed his hands on the back of her head.

“Suck that cock you good girl,” he whispered softly. Bianca opened her lips wider as he guided her head further down the shaft of his cock. He sighed in pleasure as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. “You love sucking that cock don’t you,” he continued to whisper to her as he stroked the hair out of her eyes.

Bianca moved her head up and down his cock sucking greedily as her customer whispered words of encouragement. She felt his cock harden in her mouth and she responded with little moans.

“Are you ready to feel my cum in your mouth?” his voice was urgent and his hand gripped her hair into a bunch.

Bianca moaned and sucked harder. There was a muffled groan and her mouth filled with his salty cum. For what seemed like long moments he stood motionless as he pumped into her mouth. As she swallowed the last of him he slid his softening cock from her mouth. Bianca leaned back on her heels for a moment, watching him as he pulled up his boxers and picked up the second pair of jeans.

Bianca looked in the mirror and smoothed her hair as the customer pulled on the second pair of jeans. She stood up as he did up the button. “Oh yes. That is most definitely a better choice.” She smoothed the jeans over his butt. Her hand lingered slightly.

The customer turned in front of the mirror again,

“Yes, I will take these,” his voice was firm. “Thank you so much for your help.”

“Any time,” Bianca’s voice was warm and friendly. “We always go out of our way to help our customers.”

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Thoughts

Jenna didn’t know why she agreed to this meeting. Normally her husband met with agents, read contracts and thought about boring investment management stuff. That after all was his job. Since he retired from his other job that was his focus. He was good at it. She was not. Which was why she never bothered with meeting agents and thrashing out details of rent, agreements with tenants, body corporate fees and all the rest of it. If there was a document to be signed she signed it. She was ashamed that as an educated woman she often didn’t fully read the documents she signed she trusted her husband to do that. It was his job.

For some reason on this day she succumbed to his subtle jibes about not taking an interest in their money. She gave in to the guilt she felt that she should be more involved in what mattered to him. So here she was, standing in an empty showroom, discussing square meterage, prices, outgoings, GST and what potential tenants are looking for. For the most part it was OK. There was not too much jargon, the conversation did not go over the same points too many times. Things seemed to be going OK. But her thoughts,as always, wandered.

She noticed the agent’s hands. There was something about a man’s hands. Often she was attracted to big, capable hands. Ones that often belonged to workmen, mechanics and engineers. There was something about a man who built or fixed things for a living. Recently she had met someone who had very capable hands. Hands that had transported her to heights of pleasure that she had stopped even fantasising about. These hands were like hers. Small for a man, but capable, so capable.

The hands on the agent standing in front of her were like that. Relatively small but something about them was attractive. His fingernails were fastidiously manicured, his fingers were slender as they gripped his phone to subtly check messages and take notes about their property. She could imagine them cupping her breast and twisting in her hair to pull her face close to him.

Her eyes roved over the rest of his body. He wasn’t tall or burly like her typical go to, but a sense of confidence radiated from him. Instinctively she knew he was a take control kind of guy. She knew that in the right situation he would twist those fingers around her hair and push her down on her knees in front of him. She imagined kneeling in front of him. In her fantasy she imagined him dressed in tight black pants that hugged his tight ass and cupped his cock.

“Suck me,” the voice in her thoughts commanded. Her cunt pulsed but something made her concentration return sharply to the present. Three pairs of eyes were looking at her. Feeling slightly awkward she tried a non-committal response,

“Sounds good to me.”

It worked, the two agents and her husband smiled and nodded.

“I will just get some photos then.” The younger more awkward agent, took up the junior role.

“Sure thing,” her husband moved to walk with him, “I will just get those lights for you,” The two of them left the room. The older, more confident agent locked eyes with her for a moment. Jenna shifted uncomfortably, she felt as if he could read her thoughts. What if he could? In her examination of his hands she had noticed a wedding band. What if he knew what she was thinking but didn’t care? What if he realised that hers was an unconventional marriage? What if his was as well? What if …..?

Too many what ifs. Then she realised he was looking at her for a different reason. Her spiraling thoughts had distracted her and she had not heard his question. Instinctively she knew a banal comment wasn’t going to cut it this time.

“Sorry,” she hoped she didn’t look like too much of an airhead.

His brows knitted together ever so slightly, showing his irritation, “The ceiling tiles, are those stains recent?”

Thank fuck this was a question she could answer, “No they are old, the roof did have some issues but it was repaired several years ago. We just hadn’t replaced all of the ceiling tiles.”

He nodded, satisfied with her response as her husband came back into the room. She was relieved that he was back and she could revert to her quiet observation. she wasn’t sure but she thought she detected a glimmer of something in the agent’s eyes. Lust? An inkling of what she had been thinking? Her cunt responded threatening to railroad all reasonable and appropriate thoughts.

Somehow she managed to get through the last ten minutes of the meeting without allowing her mind to wander. All parties agreed on everything that was needed to list the property, photos were taken and forms were signed. As both agents left the building she allowed herself one last look at the tight ass covered neatly in the perfectly fitting tailored trousers. Sometimes the thoughts in her head were better than any conversation she could imagine in the real world.

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BJ The Budgie

I never wanted a budgie as a pet. This is not because I don’t like birds, on the contrary I love them. But budgies were never something I was interested in: too small, not enough personality, no practical use.

Then one day one came into my life. What is even harder to explain to people is his name, BJ. My daughter thinks that his name is because he is a budgerigar and I can’t spell. That is not the reason though. This is the story of how I came to own a budgie named BJ even though I never even went shopping for one.

When Jennifer had gotten out of bed that morning, she never imagined that she would be doing this. Actually, she never thought she would be doing this at all, ever. Her morning had been full of children’s lunches and helping out at their school. Typical mum stuff. Then he had messaged her,

What are you doing today?

She had been a little annoyed at first. This was always a loaded question. What he really meant was “I am horny and nearby, can I intrude on whatever you are doing to get some sex?” Most of the time she complied because she was essentially a stay at home mum and her days were pretty flexible. Today she was a little busy and wasn’t sure if she wanted to be organising a sex hook up while she was preparing 200 primary school tuckshop orders.

I am at school. How is your day going?

It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar vibration

I am working but I am near to you. Did you want to meet up at a park or something?

They had spoken about this before. She knew exactly what he wanted but she didn’t have time for that today.

I am kinda busy. I don’t really have time to meet up.

She hated this. Now he had put the idea in her head she would be thinking about him, his athletic body and his delicious cock. It would be irritating if she didn’t go to meet him but she really, really didn’t have time. Her pocket vibrated. She didn’t bother about pretending to make him wait this time.

Please? I won’t take up much of your time. You are just so sexy that I want to have you whenever I can.

Jennifer sighed. He was like a puppy. Whining and being cute just for a little attention.

I won’t be finished here until 1.30.

His reply was instant

That is OK. I can do that.

They made arrangements for the location and she went back to work. Sandwiches were slipped into paper bags for delivery to classrooms. Wraps were wrapped and salads made their way into cups. The other mothers joked and gossiped. If only they knew the clandestine, naughty plans that their friend had just made. It would blow their minds.

Then an even naughtier plan popped into Jennifer’s head. What if she had a spectator for her adventure? Someone she knew was watching but couldn’t see. Again, her phone was in her hand. This time to her husband.

I am meeting a guy in the park at 1.30. Come and watch.

She went back to her sandwiches with a little spring in her step and a growing warmth in her jeans. The next couple of hours were filled with sandwiches, nachos, lost lunches, ice block sales and washing of dishes. The time to leave and meet seemed to sneak up on her but she was glad when she could put away her apron and head to the carpark.

He was waiting in the appointed place. That was one of the good things about him. He was always on time. After a brief embrace they walked through the park towards the lake. Jennifer resisted the urge to look back to make sure her husband was there. Her focus was on the man beside her. They found a place off the main pathway and finally they were able to relax a little.

His hands wandered over her ass and up inside her shirt. For a moment she wished she had worn a dress but she hadn’t had time to go home and change. She undid some buttons on his shirt and slid her hands over his smooth chest. His body was long and athletic. Something about his youth and vulnerability resonated with her. Jennifer slid her hands down inside the waist of his jeans. Her hands grazed the tip of his cock but the tight waist band restricted her access.

His breathing increased and he helped her as she fumbled with his belt. Together they eased his cock out of his pants. For a moment she worried about a stranger noticing them but as she wrapped her hand around the familiar velvet skin of his cock the worries faded away. The only thought that remained firmly in her mind was the presence of her husband, watching somewhere.

Looking upwards into his eyes she sank down onto her knees and opened her lips. Still watching his face she licked the pre-cum from the top of his cock before sliding her lips down over his shaft. He sighed in pleasure and she held him for a moment before she began to move her head up and down over his shaft. His hand cupped the back of her head pushing her gently down on to him as his hips thrust slightly towards her face.

She knew he wouldn’t last long but she didn’t care. Suddenly she was craving the salt taste of his cum. Her cunt was hot and wet inside her jeans and she knew that after this she would need to fill her cunt with something but right now, she was focussed on the cock in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his ass, pulling him closer to her as she sensed him getting closer. One her tongue she tasted more pre-cum and the craving for him to shoot cum into her mouth became almost too much for her.

Greedily she sucked him, pushing her face hard against his belly, cramming all of his hard cock into her mouth. His fingers twisted into her hair and his breathing was hard and ragged. As he came his body stiffened. His cock pulsed as he shot hot, salty cum into her mouth. A long groan escaped his lips before he slowly relaxed.

Jennifer held his cock in her mouth for a few moments before she let it slide out of her lips. A thread of his cum joined the tip of his cock to her lips before she pulled away. Quickly she pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie with her mouth full of his cum. He chuckled softly.

“Your husband is so lucky.”

She grinned as she stood up and straightened her top.

“Not as lucky as me,” her hands wandered over his body one last time before they headed back to their cars.

As she stood next to her car he pressed his body up against her,

“Next time I hope we have more time. I want to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours,” his breath was hot in her ear.

She sighed in pleasure as his hand gripped her crotch through those jeans.

“What are you going to do now?” His eyes bored into hers.
She didn’t answer. His hand massaged her through her jeans, she felt her knees go weak. Anyone could be walking past and see them, but she didn’t care. Somewhere nearby her husband was watching them. Was he sitting in his car? Was he as horny as her?

A chirp behind her interrupted her thoughts. Wriggling free of his embrace she turned and saw a small green budgerigar on the bonnet of her car. Gently she picked up the tiny exhausted bird.

“You poor baby,” she crooned.

Still holding him gently she turned to her lover.

“I absolutely will be going him to finish what you started.” He smiled at her words.

“Send me pics,” Of course he would say that. “You know me, I will be horny again in a couple of hours.”

“After I look after this little guy.”

And that is the story of BJ, who came home with me and lived with us for several years. Sadly his namesake did not hang around as long.

budgie

TMI Tuesday

1. If you had to wear a t-shirt with just one word on it for an entire year, what would it say?

I devoted a fair bit of thought to this question. I could not think of one word but I could think of a gesture that would cover most situations.

2. What movie did your parents let you watch as a kid that they definitely should not have?

My parents were true purists when it came to controlling my television watching. I wasn’t even allowed to watch Dr Who or anything that didn’t fit with ultra conservative. As a teenager I “escaped” to boarding school where there were fewer restrictions on my television.

At a party with some friends I started watching The Amityville Horror. I couldn’t watch all of it and to this day have not been able to stomach horror films.

3. What are your hopes for this day?

It is evening as I write this. I stayed up late last night working on my Wicked Wednesday contribution for this week. So my hope for this evening is that I can sleep all night without interruption.

4. What is holding you back from going after what you want?

Knowing what I want.

If only I had a good handle on that I would be able to make it happen.

5. If you could make a rule for a day and everyone had to follow it, what would it be?

Be kind.

The world would be a much better place if people followed that rule.

Bonus: What is one thing you refuse to share? Why?

I really don’t like sharing cock. I am greedy like that. I don’t mean that I want exclusive claim on the cock that I enjoy. All of my partners, Mr Jones especially, are free to have sex with whoever they want. But when they are fucking me I don’t like to share. I want all of the cock, for myself.

The only time I will share is with Mr Jones who sometimes likes to explore a cock himself.

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