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My Secret Life Ch. 01

By: TonyDowse



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.

This is yet another new genre for me - at its centre is a practice of which I have neither any personal experience nor well-founded knowledge - so those readers who are participants should forgive me if I make any all-too obvious 'howlers'. My foray into this area is the result of a request from a fan of many of my other submissions - he apparently saw some ability that he thought could be well-suited to writing a story involving the activity - so, in the hope that he (and you) finds it has something of merit, I dedicate to him.

Part 1

I had been asked to attend yet another of the European Union's seemingly interminable round of trade discussions, and in the expectation that the conference would end up merely returning to previously well-ploughed ground, and if so, not wanting to risk finding myself in a seat from which it would be impossible to make a discrete exit, had arrived early. As a colleague from another section had also been nominated, I placed 'reserved' signs on two back-row aisle seats then fetched myself a coffee and stood waiting for him to arrive.

And it was while standing there watching the slowly moving queue of delegates signing-in at the registration desk that I saw her!

Although more than ten years had rolled by since I had last seen her and at some stage during that time she had dramatically altered her hair style, there was still absolutely no mistaking her. That particular combination of the heart shaped face, cute nose, high cheek-bones, wide-set brown eyes and full-lipped mouth could only belong to one single woman, Vida!

Not wanting to take the chance that she might in turn spot me, I left it to my colleague to find me, and took my seat - then let my mind drift back to the events of those long passed, but never forgotten times.

Back then I had been a thirty something man intent on furthering my career, so when the head of the British Government department I worked for offered me the opportunity to represent one of its sections in Brussels, I naturally leapt at the chance. As a good friend of mine had at about the same time been short-listed for a similar post in another section we decided to offset the high cost of living there by sharing an apartment, but as my term was to start a little earlier than the one he had high expectations of, I was given the task of actually organising the rental.

By a purely fortuitous piece of good luck I heard of a much better than average place that, because it was located a short distance out of Brussels itself, would be much more economical. It was only a relatively short drive away, in the small town of Vilvoorde, and once I went out to view it I only needed a few minutes to see that it was perfect. Although the building itself was old the interior had been completely modernised and the place I was interested in was a fully furnished two bedroom apartment that not only had an en-suite off the master bedroom, but also another bathroom between it and the equally large second bedroom. As it also had both a lounge and separate dining room, plus a fully refurbished kitchen, and the lease even included a parking bay, I grabbed it on the spot.

However, as the old saying goes - 'even the best laid plans of mice and men...' - and having signed the twelve month lease and gone through the complicated business of moving myself in, we discovered that my friend had in fact been passed over for his expected promotion! So there I was, living on my own in an overly large, and rather too high priced apartment! But as the place had everything I could possibly want and having looked at the cost of breaking the lease, then the bother and additional costs involved in finding another and moving again, I decided to stay put.

And as things turned out I was extremely glad I had done so, because it was only a week or two later that I first met Vida.

She too was representing her government's equivalent section so of course we were bound to meet, but we certainly weren't bound to come together in quite the way we did!

As with most of the bureaucratic meetings in such places, although virtually all delegates were proficient in far more than just their native language, most of us preferred to speak in our own, then rely on the simultaneous translation provided to the rest. This not only gave the various members a little more time to think about their reply, but, in the event of some diplomatic dispute, also provided the excuse that the translation had in fact been less than perfect in representing what they had actually said.

But, and although she did it with what I thought was a charmingly attractively lingering accent, unlike all the others, Vida always spoke in her perfectly fluent English - and perhaps that was the reason she first caught my eye. Then, once caught, I took a second, a third and a fourth look - there was absolutely no doubt about it, she was absolutely stunningly beautiful!

Tall, curvily slim, and with a face that I felt certain had already broken many hopeful and much more eligible men's hearts. Back then, although obviously the heart-shaped face and its more than attractive features were the same as those I'd spotted in the queue, her hair - which I had noticed was cropped relatively short - had then been much, much longer. However, as during the day she always wore it coiled up in a variety of fetching styles, it was only when I got to know her much more intimately that I discovered just how long it actually was.

Even though there were twenty or thirty of us in that particular meeting she must have sensed one of us was observing her particularly carefully and just before she came to the end of her presentation she looked across at me, paused haltingly for a moment before continuing, but then never took her eyes off me until long after she had finished. Although many years had passed, and Vida and I shared many, many indescribably wonderful times together, I still often recalled much of the feelings I experienced during those minutes our eyes first remained locked on to each other's.

If another person's eyes can look into one's soul, Vida's certainly laid mine bare. And whether it was love I instantly felt, or simply the equally powerful emotion, lust, I never truly knew - but the force and impact of what I felt was so strong I knew that if I had to I would somehow find a way to literally move heaven and earth to get to know her.

So, once the meeting had ground to an end and we gathered around to share the inevitable coffee and small-talk I made a bee-line for where she was standing. She saw me heading her way, and, wonder of wonders, as I drew closer she said something to the group already around her, put her cup down on a nearby table, broke away, and moved towards me!

If she felt just a little of the way I did - and both the chemistry I felt crackling in the air between us, and the look I thought I saw in those liquidly brown eyes certainly seemed to indicate she might have - it would have taken very little for us to begin making love to each other right there and then!

But of course the ingrained protocol within both of us constrained our reactions and I merely found myself mumbling rather incoherently as to how impressed I had been by her presentation. She smiled, a small, corner of her mouth crinkling smile - that I was to grow to love in the coming months - but, unlike many other diplomatically correct smiles, she also smiled with those amazingly expressive eyes. And as I knew full well that my opening gambit had been almost adolescently foolish, that smile was far more reward than I could have ever hoped for.

She thanked me, asked for my card - as one always does in such circumstances - then fished in her handbag for one of her own. I took the plunge - and asked if I might call her, and if so, would she be kind enough to add her personal phone number on the back of it.

'Only if you do likewise.' she replied.

Of course I did, she did, and we exchanged cards. She took a moment to study the number I had written then looked up and said. 'This is not a city number?'

'No it's not.' I replied. 'How it came about is a rather long and boring story, but I actually have an apartment at Vilvoorde.' adding, with a note of barely concealed, and totally unwarranted optimistic hopefulness. 'It's rather nice; you should come out to see it sometime.'

'Maybe I will.' she replied with that same crinkling smile. 'But, like any properly brought up young woman, I will await a proper invitation.'

I wasn't so inept as to miss an opportunity that presented itself quite as openly as that, so replied. 'When would you like to come, I live alone, so anytime would be perfect for me.'

'Ring me tomorrow, at my office number, that way we can compare our diary commitments.' was all she had time to say before two of her co-delegates finally came along to break up our short little tête-à-tête.

Needless to say I rang as soon as I thought it reasonable to do so and was lucky enough to immediately get through to her, and after only a few moments of polite chit-chat, and in the hope that she hadn't already reconsidered what she'd implied, asked when she might be free to come out to Vilvoorde to sample my attempt at cooking dinner.

As it happened we both had the same evening free just a few days later and having given her the address and directions we rang off - and for the next several minutes I just sat there, staring at the telephone and wondering just what it was that I might have done to have the gods of fate treat me so generously.

One of the few dishes I was confident of cooking was a seafood risotto and because I wanted to make the one I cooked for Vida truly special I took even more care than usual in buying only the very best of ingredients, then even greater care in their preparation. During my previous time in London one of the several trade commissions I'd had dealings with was the Australian, and in the months I had worked with them I had inevitably been introduced to many of their fine wines. Thinking that Vida might not have, and that in the event that conversation became difficult between us, an unusual wine would provide something else we could talk about, I found an outlet that carried a good stock and purchased a dozen of their top range of red and white varieties.

Although it was still only late spring the weather had been unusually warm and as I certainly didn't want to set a too formal atmosphere by wearing a suit, once I had cooked the risotto and popped it into the oven to keep warm, I showered and shaved then slipped into just a smartly tailored shirt and light-weight trousers. Vida must have been through a similar thought process because when I opened the door for her I saw that she too had set aside her usual business suit outfit and although she had a bottle-green jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders, beneath it she wore a simple but crisply elegant white blouse and below that a finely pleated skirt that matched the jacket.

'You look both beautiful and chicly elegant Vida - you'll have to forgive me for not making a greater effort.' I said, suddenly overly conscious of the all-too casual outfit I'd selected.

'Nonsense - I think you look very smart. And anyway, the cook is entitled to some leeway.' she disarmingly replied, giving me the same sparkling smile I'd seen at the conference.

As at that stage I had no idea of what kind of drinks she liked I had settled on the obvious choice for an aperitif and having taken her jacket from her went to open the half bottle of Krug I'd had chilling. Then we stood together at the window, looking out across the scattered assortment of roof-tops and doing little more than chatting politely while sipping the champagne.

'If the meal is only half as good as the wine is I might invite myself over to dine here more often.' she said when I topped-up her glass, then gave a short deep-throated chuckle when I immediately responded by saying. 'And if you always look as beautiful as you do right now, you'll always find a welcome.'

'That's very charming of you Alan.' she said before drinking what was left in her glass and adding. 'But now, and before we eat, I think you should show me what you ostensibly invited me over to see, your new apartment.'

'Well this is obviously the lounge room, and over here is the separate dining room.' I said as I opened the door leading into the room I had already prepared for us to eat in. 'The kitchen is through there.' I added, pointing to the archway that led into that area.

'And the aroma is very promising. Now the other rooms?'

'Well I should apologise for my bedroom, I had originally expected a work-colleague to be sharing with me and therefore set my room up as both bedroom and office, so I'm afraid it looks rather cluttered.' I explained as we walked down the short connecting corridor. 'But it has its own en-suite, and so this is the main bathroom, and next to it is what I suppose I should now refer to as the guest room.' I continued as I opened the appropriate doors so as to let her see inside.

'Well for a guest room it seems to be more than adequately furnished.' she responded, eyeing the large double bed and other items of furniture.

'That was one of the other things that attracted me to the place.' I said. 'In addition to its overall size and value, for a fully-furnished apartment the owners seemed to have gone to a good deal of trouble to provide furniture of a higher than average quality. I haven't tried this bed of course, but if it's anything like the one I have in my room, it should be very comfortable.'

I'd had absolutely no hidden agenda behind my comment - Vida was such an extraordinarily attractive women that I had fully expected to have to take rather more time in wooing and winning her before her even considering whether or not to come into my bed - but as I was soon to discover, Vida was capable of making up her mind much more quickly than that.

'Well, perhaps we should check it! You wouldn't want to find that your first guests were unable to get a good night's sleep when they stay.' she responded in a sweetly seductive voice.

That said, I naturally wasted not another second; slipping my arms around her I drew her gently towards me and our lips met in a long, unhurried, but nonetheless stirring kiss. Hers were softly moist and that very first kiss she gave me was both eager and full of promise of others that were still to come. My hands roamed up and down the back of her; one stroking or caressing her hair, her neck, her shoulders - the other cupping and squeezing the tautly full curve of her bottom. Hers were similarly busy; one teasingly ruffling the hair at the back of my neck, the other, gripping my arse much more tightly than I was hers.

I could tell that I had almost immediately begun to get an erection and, perhaps feeling the growing stiffness of it pressing against her thigh, a few moments later I felt her slowly moving her leg from side to side; rolling, and in doing so, dramatically increasing the blood flow to it.

I was about to ease myself back a little from her so I had the space to reach one hand up for her breasts, when she broke from my arms. But rather than disappointing me by bringing what I had thought was merely the start of our love-making to a premature halt, she began unbuttoning her blouse. 'I think you should strip that nice cover off the bed, we don't want to leave any unwanted stains on it, do we Alan!'

It took but a moment to do as she'd suggested, then just a little longer to get out of my own clothes, and of course while I was doing so I had my eyes firmly fixed on what she was uncovering. Beneath the white blouse she had on a similarly coloured bra; but whereas the blouse was elegant but formal, the bra was anything but!

As I was to discover when she actually removed it; her breasts, although both full and round, were not overly large, and were so firmly uptilted that she really had no need to wear one - but in those first few moments all I could see was the delicately worked fabric that not only provided the unnecessary support, but was, in effect, displaying them.

The lace-work was so fine, and clung so tightly to the curving shape of the flesh pushing against it, that it seemed to be no more than a second skin. Yet, although Vida's skin was flawlessly white, the tinges of pearly pinkness that showed through still provided an underlying contrast to the brilliant whiteness of the bra itself, the two shades creating a varied array of enticingly seductive patterns. And highlighting those was the design repeated at the centre of each of the cups, around the dark red areas of her nipples and aureoles. There the pattern had been fashioned in the shape of two small flowers, the outline of each petal being provided by the lace and the colour by the skin showing through from beneath, Only at their centres - perhaps to impart an even more tempting visual effect when the bra was worn beneath a skin-tight top - the lace was more tightly worked, forming two tiny, button-like tips.

What I was seeing was so enticing that I feel quite sure I couldn't restrain myself from licking my lips in anticipation of soon being able to not only see and hold, but to also both kiss and suck what was contained in that erotically charged packaging.

Nor from feeling exactly the same thing a few moments later when Vida slipped the skirt down off herself and I found myself staring at a matching pair of lacy bikini panties, through which, in addition to the flesh beneath them, I could clearly see the dark, neatly trimmed line of her pubic hair.

If I hadn't had a full erection before that, just standing there looking at the sight of her in those captivatingly sexy underthings certainly brought it up to its full extension - and from the faint flush I saw colouring her cheeks and the way her eyes widened as she continued to stare down at it, it seemed that I obviously hadn't disappointed her in that department!

'May I?' I said in a suddenly croaky voice, when I saw her hands reaching back around behind herself.

The sound of my voice seemed to snap her attention back from whatever had been going on in head. 'Of course you may.' she replied, turning herself around for me - and in doing so giving me the opportunity to see the excitingly tightly curving shape of her pair of perfectly delectable buttocks.

Before unfastening her bra I slipped my arms around her and as my hands cupped and slowly and gently fondled the weight of her breasts, I kissed her; kissed the nape of her neck, kissed the sensitive angle between neck and shoulder, first one side, then the other, allowing my lips to lingeringly trace their way back and forth.

She sighed, deeply, and as I felt faint shivering tremors start running up through her body Vida eased herself back against me, trapping my rearing cock between us. Then, as my fondling and kissing continued she pressed herself just a little more closely against me, at the same time slowly moving her hips from side to side and using the cheeks of her bottom to roll my cock against my stomach.

The sensations I felt shooting up through me were so strong I knew full well that although I loved both what I was doing for her, and what she was doing for me, if I allowed them to continue for too long I risked spoiling the whole thing for us by coming far too soon. So did what she thought I had first intended to; unfastened her bra, then knelt and slipped the panties down over her legs.

As she stepped out of them I made her squeal with pleasure by kissing, then lightly nibbling her bottom. 'Oh Alan!' she cried after half a dozen or so of those, then twisted herself around and hugged my head against her belly.


My Secret Life Ch. 01



And it was only then that I truly smelt her - until then it had been her subtly powerful perfume that had filled my nostrils - but holding me there gave me the first experience of a scent I was to grow to love even more than any of the many otherwise intoxicating perfumes she wore.

As all sensible men know, the true smell of a woman on heat is the most powerful of all the many vaunted aphrodisiacs - not that right then I needed any such stimulant! But although there was no denying that it sent a powerfully additional charge coursing through me, I also knew that my own needs could wait just a little longer, right then I wanted to explore the source of that scent.

Pushing myself back out of her hold, I looked up and not only saw the true perfection of her up-curving breasts, but saw those by then darkly clouded eyes looking down at me. 'Move back and sit on the edge of the bed.' I said.

'Ah yes! If you mean to do what I think you do, that will indeed be my pleasure!' she replied, moving to do as I had suggested - and in the process giving me an even better opportunity to see the full beauty of her body.

In addition to that pair of truly mouth-wateringly beautiful breasts; she had a remarkably tiny waist, gently flaring hips, a sweetly rounded stomach and, because much of her height could be attributed to them, both long and slenderly shapely legs. But although I looked forward to a time when I could caressingly explore each and every single one of those many delightful lines and curves, right then both my eyes and my attention became fixed on just one single part of her. On her pubis!

Some years before that I had read somewhere that most women with heightened sexuality tended to share certain pelvic structural details. It was said that in such women the pelvis itself was a little wider than average, which usually meant that when standing upright a roughly diamond shaped space could be seen between their upper thighs. And, in addition to that, in such women the mons veneris tended to be much more pronounced, both in area and volume. Not knowing if what I was reading was anything more than an old wives' tale I'd thought back over the women I had at that stage known in my life, and although it had been a relatively small sample, my experience certainly seemed to bear out the facts. And although in that position I couldn't really check for the diamond shaped space between Vida's upper thighs, from what I was looking at it appeared that she would certainly fit the second of the two indicators.

But not only was her pubic mound blatantly prominent, other than the purposely designed remnant, it was completely free of any trace of its original darkly curling hair - and the strip that I had seen shadowingly outlined through the lace-work of her panties carried its own powerfully erotic charge. The neatly trimmed mat that centred the swollen mound had been artfully shaped, like a fine-pointed arrow-head - apparently to remind a man who was privileged enough to see it, what even greater delights lay below.

It would be untrue to say that I became fixated by that patch of hair, but it would certainly be correct to say that from then on, no matter where I was or whatever I was doing, just the recall of that image could always be guaranteed to start to give me a full-blown erection!

Although, and apparently unlike many other men, I have always enjoyed 'going down on' a woman - love both the feelings I get from knowing she is allowing me to perform what must be one of the most intimate of all acts possible between a man and a woman, and both the pleasure and sense of power I get from knowing I am providing her with what is probably the most intense enjoyment she is capable of experiencing - and so had even then already become something of an expert at doing it, I must admit that with Vida I truly excelled myself!

Even now I cannot really say just what it was that fuelled both my capability and proficiency; certainly her pussy itself was quite adorable - but then so are very many other women's, her pronounced pubic mound and its erotically charged decoration was a powerful turn-on - but then once I had my head buried between her thighs I wasn't really able to see it very well, and the insides of her thighs were covered with the most satiny smooth skin - but again, so are very many other women's. Then there was the scent of her, and that particular scent, and the effect it had on me, was certainly far more powerful than any other woman's I had ever known. Perhaps it was the combination of all those things; certainly it was a case of 'the sum of the whole being very much greater than the parts'. But if I was forced to select just one, much more simple reason for the way - and the length of time I was able to continue to do so - I was able to devote so much of my sexual energy to gratifying her; it would have to be the responsiveness of her own reactions.

From the very first moment I pushed my head up between her legs and I heard her give a moan of anticipation, I knew Vida was a woman who would eagerly enjoy what I was about to do for her. And just from the way her hands tenderly held and stroked my head, I sensed that she would also, in time, be more than willing to more than fully demonstrate her gratitude.

Then once I began to kiss, lick and stroke her she obviously slipped off into another world, a world where each and every one of her senses were being employed to deliver her the most rapturous pleasures - her writhing and sighing, twisting and gasping merely hinting at the strength and intensity of what she herself was actually feeling. Yet, even when gripped by the most powerful of all those joyful thrills, the action of her hands still let me know that she recognised that I was the one that was providing her with such indescribable delight.

So, as I was more than happy to remain there, and she was soon so caught up in the virtually continuous whirling excitement that she probably didn't have either the strength or the will-power to stop me, I lost track of just how long I remained between her thighs - and of how many climaxes she must have experienced during that time. In the end I think it may have been the fact that too many of her nerve endings had simply grown numb from the continuous over-stimulation. But whatever the reason it was eventually Vida herself who brought that part of our love-making to an end.

'Enough! Enough! No, that's more than enough mon cher, if you don't leave me alone I will be too exhausted to do anything else - and I'm sure neither of us would want that!' she said breathlessly as she pushed my head firmly away from herself.

Then lifting herself up into a sitting position, she tugged me to my feet. 'Good God - oh you poor man!' she exclaimed when she saw what had happened to me whilst being down there.

I had known that the feel, scent and responsiveness of her had kept me in a permanent state of excitement, but even so, when I looked down at myself I could understand exactly why her reaction had been so dramatic. By then my cock had been fully engorged for so long it was not just the quiveringly rigid and over-blown size of it that had startled her, but also the deeply toned colours that suffused it.

The normally flesh coloured shaft was a dark, almost blood-red, and the veins along and around it had become more like some almost black, and crazily gnarled root system. But in spite of the grotesque appearance of that part it, it was the head itself that neither of us could help ourselves from staring at. The glossily deep purple colour was itself quite startling, but that, coupled with the bloatedly swollen - almost to the point of bursting - size, plus the steady trickle of pre-cum that seemed to be constantly dripping from it, was what really made it such an incredible sight!

'It seems you have already been on the verge of coming for far too long Alan - we should leave a more traditional form of love-making until a little later I think.' she said as she tenderly curled her fingers around the girth of it and pressed it down until it was level with her mouth. 'Please allow me to simply reduce the pressure you have been enduring, then we will eat - and I mean food!' she added with a mischievous grin. 'Then we shall return here to begin all over again.' She added, then without any fuss, but with truly extraordinary skill and efficiency, proceeded to give me what had to have been one of the most spectacularly powerful blow-jobs I'd until then ever experienced.

Once she was satisfied that she had completely drained me of every single drop of the semen that had been achingly churning in my balls, and having given her my bath-robe to wear, she spent a little time in the bathroom to freshen herself. Then having rinsed and dried my cock and balls I put back on my trousers and shirt and headed out to the kitchen to see if the risotto had survived the unexpected delay. It had, and we spent a happy half hour or so eating, drinking the Verdelho I had opened to accompany it, and although I was constantly distracted by the way my robe gaped open to give me tantalising glimpses of her beautiful breasts, also chatting about ourselves.

A coffee and cognac completed our meal and once they too were gone she effusively complemented me on the meal I had provided, then stood up, came around the table and leaned down to kiss me full on the mouth. Unlike our previous kisses that one was not implying promises of others that were still to come, it was demanding, hungrily so, her tongue telling me exactly what she wanted me to do with and to her.

And, once we had made our way back to the bedroom, for an immeasurable period of time I, and she, did exactly that.

Over the next few weeks our relationship flourished and bloomed; not only was she an enthusiastically creative lover, more than happy to either initiate or provide some fresh impetus to our frequent love-making, but of course she was also a highly educated and knowledgeable woman, so even when our bodies had finally wearied of the activities our more carnal needs had exacted from us, we were always able to find something of mutual interest to talk about.

In fact if anyone had told me that there were even greater, more exciting things for us to share, I would have simply totally disbelieved them. But, I would have been wrong, so very, very wrong!

To be continued

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My Secret Life Ch. 02



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

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Part 2

Somewhere during our various personal conversations I must have let slip the fact that I had a birthday coming up, and that because it was something I didn't usually make a fuss about, I had no plans for any kind of celebration of the event. Vida apparently decided otherwise, and planned to do something similar to what I had done on the first of our then numerous evenings together - cook for me - and to do something really special. She had arranged to leave her office early, do the necessary shopping, then, as she had been such a frequent visitor, had very little trouble in explaining her reason for doing so and cajoling the concierge into letting her in with his master-key.

Rather than risk spoiling her work clothes she quite correctly decided I would have no objection to her borrowing my bath-robe to protect them while she prepared the meal, so went to where she thought I would naturally keep it, my wardrobe. And it was only then that she discovered what I had been anxiously hiding from her - my secret life!

Of course I knew nothing of what had happened, and Vida had wisely decided to manage without the robe, so, once she had explained the purpose behind her unexpected visit, I was merely delighted to have her there. She wished me a very happy birthday, gave me an attractively wrapped gift then suggested I sit and enjoy both it and the gin and tonic she had prepared for me. The gift was a really fine etching of the old town centre I had admired when we were browsing around one of the flea-markets a week or so earlier, but when I thanked her for it she intrigued me by replying that she thought I would find that both it and the meal were the only two normal things about this particular birthday celebration.

When I asked her what she meant, she said that she had something unusually special in mind for us, and knowing that for Vida to say something as melodramatic as that promised a truly extraordinary session together not only aroused my curiosity but also triggered my sexual excitement. And that was cranked up a few more notches when she added. 'But for it to work well you will have to agree to do exactly as I ask you, no matter how strange it may seem - will you do that Alan?'

Of course given how powerfully I'd always responded to whatever she had previously suggested I didn't have a single moment's hesitation in answering that of course I would.

'Good! Well, once you have finished your drink I want you to go and strip off in your bedroom, then get your shaving things from the en suite and go through to the main bathroom where I want you to shower, then shave. OK?'

It was an odd, but not outrageously so, request, so I just nodded and took another mouthful from the glass.

'Dinner will be ready in less than an hour and that should just about give us time to do the first of what I have in mind for you - think of what we do this evening as a sort of additional birthday present!' she added with her familiarly mischievous grin.

Having finished off my drink I did as she'd asked me to; went through to my own bedroom, stripped off, collected my shaving gear, then headed for the other bathroom - and remembering the sequence of the instructions she had given me, took a shower then roughly dried myself and ran hot water into the sink so I could take my second shave of the day.

She mystified me when, even before I had begun to soap my face, she came in and began running the bath water. At first I thought it was for herself, especially when I saw her adding a few drops of a fragrantly scented liquid, then also some sort of gel that soon had great swirls of bubbly foam rising from the water. But she proved just how wrong I had been when she said. 'Now, once you have finished, hop in there and give yourself a nice, relaxing soak. I'll be back in ten minutes or so.'

Again I did as I had agreed I would, did as she told me to - and once I had completed the shave I slid down into the bubble rich, and lightly scented water.

Vida was as good as her word, and soon returned - but by then she was wearing nothing more than a skimpy bra and panty set in a pale jade-green satin fabric. But then, even as I was staring admiringly at both her and her outfit, she really confused me by picking up my razor. 'Although you have been blessed with not having too much body hair Alan, for what I have in mind for us tonight I want you as smooth as a baby's bottom - and so I'm going to give you a once over with this.'

And for the next little while that's exactly what she did; going over my entire body with the razor, removing every single trace of even the very finest of hairs. Obviously in order to get at some parts of me she had to get me to sit on the edge of the bath, and that was particularly true when it came to the genital region!

Combined with the sight of her in those sexily entrancing bra and panties, my increasing level of curiosity and anticipation of exactly what it was that she had in mind for us had of course quite quickly had its usual effect and even as she first began slowly working her way over the various parts of my body I had felt my cock growing and stiffening. But she made no comment when it first broke through the surface of the water, and even when she saw it rearing proudly while she worked her way up and down my legs, she still said nothing.

But when it became obvious that the only part of me that was left for the razor to work on was the area around my cock and balls, it rapidly deflated. 'Don't worry Alan, I will be ultra careful of doing this part - I assure you it's almost as precious to me as it is to you!' she said with genuine sincerity, then added. 'But one question - should I leave a small triangle of hair above it?'

I thought for a moment, then replied. 'Well if it was babies' bottoms you were after, no - anyway it will always grow back.'

'As I hope your erection will!' she replied with a giggle, then added. 'But that's good, I hoped you'd say that. Now just be patient a little longer.' And with that, plus a good deal of pulling, stretching and smoothing of the crinkly folds of skin, she proceeded to shave me, until I was, as they say, 'as clean as a whistle'!

'All done, beautifully smooth!' she said, running her hands gently up and down my thighs when satisfied she had finished. 'Now I just have to go and fetch something - but while I'm gone please dry yourself, and when you have done so I want you to stand over there for me, but then please shut your eyes.' she said, pointing to the space immediately in front of the full length mirror that covered a part of the end wall of the bathroom.

As I again did as she had asked me to the rising sense of anticipation of what was still to come for me had the expected effect and my cock began to regain something of the condition it had lost whilst Vida had been using the razor around it. And although still not fully hardened, by the time I went to stand in front of the mirror I could see it had reached that state that is often described as being 'at half-mast', both thicker and longer than it had been just a few minutes earlier.

So by the time she returned I had closed my eyes and stood waiting for what was to come next.

'First, I have a confession to make Alan.' she said in no more than a low, almost conspiratorially confessional whisper. 'I assure you that what happened was quite by accident, I had no intention to pry.'

Of course I hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about - that is until she continued. 'I just wanted to borrow your bath-robe - and you can guess what I found instead.' she added, then hurried quickly on. 'But I want you to know that I think it's really, really exciting!'

As she said that I felt her crouching down behind me, then her hands lifting one of my feet, and something soft being slipped up over it. 'Now the other please.' she said as her hand moved to the other foot and did the same thing. 'I hope you think I chose wisely.' she added as I felt her then starting to tug something up my legs.

In spite of my initial shock and concern at precisely what she had meant - and perhaps it was the fact that after having been shaved my skin was much more ultra-sensitive, or perhaps because I just did not know what it was that was being moved up over my body, or even that it was the fact that it was Vida, not I, that was dressing me - whichever, whatever; even as I felt the softly silky fabric moving upwards, so did my cock!

So much so that by the time she had fitted the back of the garment snugly over my bottom she had to reach right around me and press the quickly stiffening length back against me so she could adjust the front. 'You can open your eyes now Alan!' she said when she was apparently satisfied with the fit.

Of course I instantly recognise the peach coloured, square-legged panties - they were one of my half a dozen top favourites!

The conflict raging within me was so intense it was almost overwhelming - on the one hand it was instantly clear that Vida had penetrated my long-held, and until then always tightly guarded secret life - that I had for more years than I cared to remember, been a closet cross-dresser - on the other, she seemed to be having no problem in actually dealing with it - and still, at a much deeper level, was the arousal I always experienced when feeling and seeing myself in some sort of beautiful garment.

But then my turmoil was put into some sort of holding pattern by the sound of her voice - speaking to me in an affectionately low and softly modulated tone. 'Let me reassure you again Alan that finding these other clothes was just a pure accident. I was actually looking for your bath-robe, so I could put it on over my ordinary clothes while I began the preparation of your birthday dinner. I would never, ever go snooping around your personal things - you must believe me about that.'

'Of course I do Vida.' I mumbled.

'Thank you - and as I said, I think it's exciting that you sometimes like dressing like a woman - but I do need to ask you one question.'

'What's that?'

'Does it imply you are, well even if only a little bit, bi-sexual?'

'Good God no!' I exclaimed vehemently. 'I often have trouble understanding what it is that a woman finds attractive about some men, let alone the idea that one man can find another even remotely appealing. Not that I have any objection to what any two, or more people get up to with each other, but it's certainly not for me!'

'That's good to hear. I did start to get involved with one man who turned out to have such leanings and I admit I then found something about our relationship rather distasteful, so ended it. I'm so relieved to hear what you have said.'

'But you said you found something about me doing what I sometimes do, is exciting?'

'Mmm, odd isn't it, but its true.'

Although she had remained crouching down there behind me, her hands hadn't exactly been idle during the short time we had been talking; one reaching around to slowly fondle and caress the bulging rigidity held insecurely in place by the thin, lacy silkiness of the panties, the other cupping my bottom and, from time to time, firmly squeezing it.

I had treated that pair of panties in much the same way I had most of the others; carefully snipping or unpicking the stitching that held the cotton insert at the crotch, in that way removing not only the slight bulge it created, but also allowing me to more clearly see the full effect of my erection through whatever material I happened to be wearing at the time.

So, as the combination of what her skilful fingers were doing, and the sight of my cock through the panties worked away within me Vida must have been able to feel not only its dramatically increased size, but also the powerfully throbbing tension she was creating within it.

Yet we each seemed more than content to continue in that way; she feeling the effect of what she was doing for me, and I not only receiving the stirringly arousing physical benefit of her fondling, but also being able to watch the visual result of those caresses.

'I think we should do much as we did that very first night, Alan.' she said some time later in a slightly more huskily tense voice.

Of course right at that moment the last thing on my mind was recalling exactly what we had done all those many weeks ago, but when I felt her move and glanced down to see what she was doing, it all came suddenly, and sharply back. While holding the quivering length of it back against me, she stretched the waist-band sufficiently to ease it over my cock, then hooked it down underneath my already swollen balls - and having done that she reached out for something, something small, but brilliantly white.

In a flash I knew both what it was, and what she intended to do with it - and, even though I doubt it was actually physically possible, it certainly felt as though my cock suddenly surged to become even bigger and harder.

It was the panties she had worn that very first night, the panties that matched the bra that had those tiny little flowers at the tips of its cups! And, if I was right, she was going to wrap those panties around my cock, and then use them to masturbate me!

I was right - and she did! Bringing one of my many long-held fantasies to reality - the fantasy of finding a beautiful and loving woman who would not only be prepared to, but who would actually enjoy doing such a thing for me.

And I knew she was actually enjoying it because although one panty-covered hand was soon slowly but skilfully edging me ever closer to the critical moment, I could, through her reflection in the mirror, see not only the look of delighted excitement on her face, but also that her other hand was being as equally effective! She had tugged the crotch of those pale green panties aside and was using those fingers on herself; sometimes vibrating them over and around her clitoris, sometimes plunging them deeply and briskly in and out of her pussy.

But although I initially very much enjoyed watching the different activities of both of her hands, I admit that once I had reached a certain point I really only had eyes for myself - or to be precise, for my panty-wrapped cock!

I had quickly found that the silky roughness of the lace-work dramatically intensified the sensations that even Vida's deftly proficient fingers could create for me, and as the effect of those sent ever increasingly powerful jolts of delight straight up my spine, I watched the steadily increasing seepage of pre-cum that was drizzling from the tip of my bloatedly swollen cock-head.

But even the excitement of that image paled into sheer insignificance when, after a few minutes of almost excruciatingly painfully pleasurable and utterly mind-blowing thrills, I both felt and saw the indescribable ecstasy of my eventual climax.

Vida obviously felt the unmistakeable signs of the build-up and somehow managed to match the rhythm of her hand to the steady beat of the waves that had begun surging up through my entire body - then, as the moment of criticality finally hit me, she pumped me; slowly, forcefully, her wristy strokes precisely matching the gut-wrenching surges behind the searing jolts that sent gouts of stickily thick semen splattering all over the mirror I was almost blindly staring into.

Even as she forced the last few reluctant spurts out of me, I heard her own loud, gasping grunts of satisfaction - and momentarily thought that perhaps it had been watching me come as powerfully as I had done that had provided the impetus to push herself over the top and into her own, pressure-relieving orgasm.

The force of that climax was so muscle-drainingly strong I had to reach out for support and for a few shaky minutes could do no more than simply stand there, panting and trembling. But of course Vida recovered much more quickly and soon had slipped the panties down off me then began removing the slimy residue from my cock and balls. Having washed and dried me, then taken the time to do the same with the large gobbets of semen that were by then slowly oozing their way down over the mirror, she turned and took something I hadn't noticed she had left hanging behind the door - a nightdress and negligee set.

Although not precisely matching the panties she'd put on me - the pattern in the lace-work was slightly different - in every other way they did seem to have been made to go with each other, both the rich peach colour and the silk they were made from were identical.

As I always did, I felt a shiver of delight rippling through me as she lifted the nightdress above my head then even more, and even stronger ones when she allowed it to use its own weight to slowly slip down over my baby-smooth body. Then, having made a slight adjustment to the fit on my shoulders she helped me into the negligee and stood back to admire the effect.

'Very beautiful - you have excellent taste darling.' she whispered huskily. 'In fact I am quite envious of a few of the things I saw - and I hope you won't mind too much if I ask, may borrow one to wear myself?'

I did have a moment's uneasy consternation - having someone discover my secret was bad enough, but then to have them wearing one of 'my' things! - how would I feel about that? But Vida was not 'someone', she had already proved just how special she was to me, and perhaps the next time I wore whatever it was she had selected I would find the fact that she had would make that garment even more exciting. So I replied. 'Of course, anything you like.'

'That's sweet of you.' she said, reaching up to lightly kiss me. 'Now give me just a few minutes to change, and while you are waiting you could go and make us a couple of drinks, then I'll come and join you.'

In one way I was glad to have even those few minutes alone, hopefully it would give me just a little time in which to settle the conflict of the various emotions I felt roiling around inside myself.

I had been hiding my secret for so many years it had become second nature to me to consider my 'other' self as a completely separate person to the one who awoke to go off to work every day - a 'person' who only came out on those few occasions when, behind firmly closed windows, I felt sufficiently secure to allow them to briefly do so. 'Someone' who had grown used to neither demanding nor expecting any more than an hour or two of even so very limited 'freedom'. A 'person' I always thought of as Alana.

Now I not only had to face the fact that another human being was aware of my secret, but it was one who, at least apparently, was happy to share in it! That in fact meant that instead of being just the one secret 'person', I was, for the first time, expected to be 'both of us' - both Alan and Alana!

How would I cope with that?

But what Vida had already done for me had been so spectacularly wonderful that if I did somehow cope with it might I not be the recipient of even more, perhaps even more powerfully exciting thrills? Surely the mere prospect of that was more than enough to give me the strength of will to do what she seemed all too eager for me to?

Put that way the answer was quite clearly self-evident - so I again did exactly as she had suggested, went through to the lounge-room, made us both a couple of drinks, then waited for her to reappear.

And when, just a very few minutes later, she did - she literally took my breath away!

Within Alana's wardrobe there was a small section of what I thought of as her 'special' outfits. Usually I did no more than merely stripping off and slipping into one or other of my clothes, then either sat or strolled about the apartment in them, slowly allowing myself to gradually get more and more stimulated by the sight and feel of the particular garment brushing or moving against me.




My Secret Life Ch. 02



But occasionally, when the need was particularly strong, I did more. For those times I had acquired what I thought of as my 'full kit'; in addition to several very fine wigs, plus of course a wide selection of make-up I also had a gaff, to make the bulge of my cock all but disappear, and a pair of artfully moulded breast-forms that gave my upper body the true feminine shape. And for those times I had bought myself garments that had fuller bust-lines to contain my 'breasts'.

And it was one of the nightdresses from that section that Vida had chosen.

It had been something I had instantly fallen in love with the moment I first spotted it - but something that once I had brought it home and tried it on, had left me deeply disappointed. For one thing, the colour itself, although stunning to the eye, really didn't suit my complexion - and to compound that, because of its design there was just too much of my skin showing through. Then finally, even though I had surreptitiously checked it in the shop, when I first put it on I found it was still just a little too short for me.

But on Vida - well!

Its colour was a deep, midnight blue - so the effect of its contrast with Vida's almost opalescently white skin was simply amazing. Then although not completely transparent, the fabric was very close to being so - and the resulting outline of her perfect figure was all-too stunningly apparent. And, because there was so much lace-work included in the design there were in fact quite large areas of her that were in virtually clear view.

The entire bust was made of lace; providing an even more stimulating view of her breasts than the sexily pretty white bra had done, and even though the overall effect was truly breath-taking I still managed to notice that both of her rosy-red nipples were already poking through a couple of conveniently placed openings.

But in addition to that, from beneath her breasts a long, gradually tapering line of lace-work ran down to somewhere just below her pubis, and as my eyes followed it downwards I found I could also see the shadowy outline of that always sexually stimulating arrow-head of pubic hair.

Completing the transformation of Vida from being a sexily attractive young woman into what could only be described as most men's concept of a 'wet-dream seductress' was the fact that she had both made subtle changes to her make-up - using somewhat darker, more dramatic shades of colour - and, as she usually did when we were about to make love, fully let down her hair.

It was both long and thick, and had a series of small, perfectly natural waves running down through it, so when freed from its normal, tidying restrains, it fell with graceful motion to well below her shoulders - in fact, when she was naked, its lowest tendrils would reach far enough to brush against her nipples. There had been several times when she had used that hair to further arouse and stimulate me; most usually by kneeling beside me and then moving her head about so I could feel the thrilling excitement of its feather-like friction against various super-sensitive parts of me.

So it was not really too surprising that I was transfixed, mesmerised by the mere sight of her! And in response, and in spite of the utterly draining climax she had given me only a few minutes before, I felt the unmistakeable twitching of my cock.

'I can see from the look on your face that you like me in it.' she said in a softly affectionate voice.

'It - you - it's just too beautiful!' I gasped. 'It was made for you.' I added.

'Well it certainly does seem to fit me rather well.' she replied as she slowly ran her hands down over herself. 'But I should say that you also look very nice, no, sexy!' she added.

Although some part of my brain both heard and registered what she had said, most of it was totally preoccupied with dealing with both what the mere sight of her, plus what the feel of my own nightgown, was doing to me. At first I simply refused to believe that I could possibly become rearoused so soon after only just having climaxed, but the longer I stared at the erotically charged sight of Vida, and felt the unmistakeable friction of the silk brushing against it, I had to accept that my cock was in fact slowly rising again!

And of course once started the combination of the two inextricably linked stimulations triggered off a rapidly quickening snowball effect. Perhaps Vida spotted the tell-tale movement at the front of the nightgown, perhaps she simply recognised the expression on my face - but after only a minute or two of us standing there silently staring at each other, she moved towards me. 'Hold me, kiss me, please.' she whispered.

At first we came together quite gently, our hands simply lightly holding each other while our lips brushed and the tips of our tongues flickered. But of course it wasn't too long before those hands couldn't resist caressing what still lay beneath each other's silk or lacy coverings; mine fondling her breasts and bottom, hers both concentrating on what was rapidly coming to life down between my legs.

As I had felt just a short while earlier, what was happening to me was more like living through some sort of personally created fantasy, than genuine reality. How many dozens, no hundreds of times had I previously manipulated myself in similar fashion - all the time trying to pretend that the silk-covered hands I was feeling belonged not to myself, but to some real-life woman? And of course, as we all learn early in our sex-life, another's hands, even those that may be somewhat clumsy or inexperienced, are nearly always far, far more effective than our own can ever be! And Vida's hands were certainly neither clumsy nor inexperienced!

So, and much to my continuing surprise at my apparently sudden much greater than usual potency, within a very short time of us starting our mutual sweet fondling, I found myself with yet another fully hardened erection. Maybe the combination of feeling the speed and strength of my reaction, plus what I had been doing with her breasts, or maybe it was simply that she had no intention of allowing me to come again in the way I had in the bathroom - but whatever it was that actually prompted her, as I had already done several times, I was more than eager to comply with her next suggestion.

'Let's go through to the bedroom Alan. I want us to make love, but - and only if you don't object to us making a mess of your beautiful clothes - I want us to do it while you are still dressed in this way.' she added throatily.

As I had learned from my long experience of masturbating myself whilst wearing my special clothes, there are very few bodily excretions that cannot be removed with both care, and the appropriate detergent - so, yet again, I was more than ready to again do exactly what she wanted.

If what had happened up to that time was like some series of fantasies that had been brought into reality, the next hour or so could only be described as being more like a dream! Even my own usually vivid imagination could never have conjured up either the situation or the sensations I experienced during the long and, sometimes tender, sometimes vigorous love-making that followed. And in hindsight it's clear that whether or not Vida had actually planned it that way, if it hadn't been for the totally draining climax she had already given me I would never have been able to hold-off from my next for anywhere near as long.

At the outset we just lay there, holding each other loosely as we kissed and fondled, allowing our bodies to simply feel the shape and warmth of each other through the thin, but double layer of flimsy fabric that separated us. But of course it didn't take too long for each of us to want more than just the sensation of having the other pressed lightly against us - and while lips, tongues and mouths continued working together two pairs of hands began to wander much more independently. And although by that stage of our relationship Vida must have handled me dozens of times, the exploratory way her hands roamed around over my silk-covered body gave the impression that she felt as though she was in fact discovering it for the very first time.

At first my hands did as hers were, fondling and caressing her through the silky lace; tingling at the feel of her thighs, bottom, hips and back - then, when we both moved just a little further apart; her breasts and stomach. But in time, unlike Vida, I wanted more than that, my fingers needed to feel the reality of the warm, silky-softness of her own skin.

For some time I was content to do no more than allow one hand to slip down beneath the lacy bodice to reach her breasts. Her nipples had already become juttingly stiff and I enjoyed feeling them graze against my palm as I did my best to heighten the pleasure she was feeling by using my hand and fingers in the way I knew she always found excitingly stimulating.

But of course eventually I wanted even more than that, and having managed to work the hem of her gown sufficiently high to allow it beneath it, I slowly slid my hand up along her leg. Then, even knowing that she had been highly aroused by what we had already done with each other, I was amazed at the sheer swampy heat I found up between her thighs. Vida gave a loud gasp when my fingers first touched her wetly puffy pussy-lips, and as I moved them up and down the furrow it felt as though there was actually some inner need that was trying to draw them down between them.

I did my best to satisfy that, pressing two fingers deeper, then, having slid them back and forth several times, curled them upwards to see if I could locate that spot that sometimes seemed determined to remain just out of reach. But nor that time! Barely a minute or two later Vida heaved her hips high off the bed, and with a series of loud, gaspingly staccato cries, she came.

Of course after all the kissing and fondling we'd been giving each other, by then my own need was just as strong as Vida's had been and knowing that even though that orgasm had been a more powerful one than she usually achieved when I used just my fingers on her, it would be but the precursor to at least two or three more, I spread her legs even further apart, then lifted myself above her. But even as I reached down to drag my own negligee up out of the way, she suddenly reached up, and stopped me.

Although still breathless from the impact of her climax, she gasped. 'Will you let me try something?'

'Of course, whatever you want.'

With that she reached down between us, and while one hand steadied my cock, she used the other to gather around it a loose fold of silk from the front of my gown. 'Only if you're sure you don't mind - it will get awfully messy - but this way I'll feel I'm being made love to by both of you.' she whispered in a huskily tense voice.

Although her idea might, to anybody else, have seemed positively bizarre, at that moment such a thought never even crossed my mind - if that was what Vida wanted, that was to have me do it while wearing what was in effect, a silken condom, to me it seemed to be no more than yet another example of her creativity.

And I admit that I did get some sort of perverse excitement from both the idea and the prospect of satisfying her desire, a desire to feel that both Alan and Alana were making love to her, fucking her, simultaneously.

What I didn't give any thought to was what actual physical sensations I myself might experience in doing it in such an extraordinary fashion - and even though the removal of the combination of her and my fluids later took far more than just one simple soak and wash, the feelings I experienced were worth ten times more effort than that eventually required!

But from the very first moment, while Vida held my cock steady as I tentatively pushed it forward, I knew I was about to experience something unique! By then her sex was so wet that even as I slid my cock between her pussy-lips the silk became saturated, and clung to it almost as tightly as my own skin. Almost, but not quite - there was still sufficient slackness in the fabric to allow it to move about just a little, movement that merely added its own friction to what I felt as I pushed a little deeper into the clingingly wet-velvet lining of Vida's always tight, but also always so very welcoming cunt.

At first I did as we both had done with each during the long lead-up to our coupling, pushing back and forth quite slowly. I admit that was not only because I wanted to give Vida all the time she needed to build-up to her own eventual orgasm, which I certainly did, but also because the feelings I was getting from my silken-wrapped cock were so utterly fantastic!

Vida must have been carefully watching the expression on my face. 'Are you sure this is all right for you? You're not losing too much sensitivity?' she asked caringly.

'Anything but!' was about all I capable of saying right then - but my strangled response obviously told her all she needed to know, and she gave me a quick, tight smile, then allowed herself to slip back into savouring the sensations she was experiencing herself.

Of course none of us truly knows exactly what our partner might really be thinking most of the time, but that is undoubtedly even more true during the time we are having sex - so I had no idea of how Vida was treating the actions of Alan/Alana, but whatever it was that was going on in her head was obviously extremely effective!

Although I knew just how much she loved having me 'go down' on her, and, particularly when my fingers had been successful in finding her G-spot, sometimes liked to have me just finger-fuck her, she had, well at least as far as I could tell, never had any trouble achieving a satisfyingly powerful climax from us actually fucking. But, as with several other women I had previously known, without helping herself along by also using her own fingers, she often found achieving one that way took her quite a little bit longer. And that was why I had begun by pushing back and forth quite slowly.

But within just a matter of a few relatively short minutes I knew something quite different was going on for her; it wasn't just the deeper and sharper gasps she was making, I could also see that familiar red flush spreading across her face, then saw it creeping downwards - the flush that was the sure sign that she was building towards what would have to be one of her fastest ever climaxes!

And then when it hit her, it did so with almost violent force! One minute she was lying there, and as she always did, using her hips to add to what I was doing for us, occasionally gasping or murmuring some pleasure-filled words. But the very next, she seemed to have become nothing more than some crazily wild animal - her yelping cries were all but deafening, her legs had been thrown high, then wrapped around me, gripping me, and then yanking me harder and deeper into herself, and all that time her finger-nails were literally clawing at my back.

Of course the feel of her pussy's contractions merely added to the effect her totally unexpected and literally frenzied response had on me - knowing she had experienced such an overwhelming powerful orgasm gave me both the freedom and impetus to thrust faster, deeper and harder than I might have normally done. And in doing so I found the combination of the friction of the silken fabric itself and that from her still convulsing pussy, was more than enough to bring on my own orgasm in, perhaps, an all-too short time.

And although it was of course nowhere near as shatteringly powerful as the one Vida seemed to have had, it still felt that my cock must have found some back-up reservoir, and in spite of the amount I had earlier sprayed all over the bathroom mirror, I felt the scalding ecstasy of the jolting bursts of semen being pumped into her.

Once done I didn't even have the energy to roll off her, and as her legs and arms were all still tightly wound around me, probably couldn't have done so even if I had wanted to. My heart was hammering, and I could even feel Vida's doing the same, and we were both, like a pair of stranded fish, each gasping for lungfuls of life-giving air.

Then, amazingly, once we had both sufficiently recovered and our bodies seemed to have returned to a more normal state, we each had exactly the same thought - right then I somehow knew Alana was sated, and that the thing I wanted more than anything else, was to feel us - Vida and Alan - lying there, skin to skin!

I finally pushed myself upright and as I began to haul the sweat, semen and pussy-juice soaked nightdress up over my head, Vida started doing the same thing. 'Just let me feel that baby-smooth skin against me, please Alan.' she said with an almost imploring expression on her face.

'That's exactly what I wanted to do Vida.' I replied.

And that's what we did; lying together - sometimes side by side, just holding each other as we kissed - sometimes one or other would roll over so the other could hold and slowly caress them, taking it in unspoken turns to be either the provider or recipient - sometimes I would ease myself lower, so I could not only fondle but also kiss and nibblingly suck on her breasts or rosily peaking nipples. Then, some long time later I slid myself even lower, moving down between those satiny smooth thighs, and slowly and lovingly - and certainly not demandingly - did the same with her pussy and clitoris. And, later still, she did exactly the same thing for me, taking my still limply unrevived cock between her moist lips and then gently, perhaps even hopefully, not only licked and sucked it clean of the caking residue of our coupling, but even when there couldn't have been even the slightest trace of it left, continued.

Perhaps she knew something I wasn't aware of - or perhaps her actions had started out innocently enough, but then something about my body's even marginal responses alerted her - but, and if it had been a story I had heard from some other man I doubt very much if I would have actually believed him, and even though it was me it was happening to it still seemed unbelievable - and we both felt my cock slowly starting to refill!

'Well, well, what a very, very nice surprise!' she said with a throatily low chuckle as she lifted her head and let her fingers continue on from where her lips and mouth had left off. 'It seems we are not quite done for the night.'

That said, without a break in the rhythmic stroking she was giving me, she moved up and knelt beside me, bending low to kiss me. Of course in that position I not only had the arousing feel of her hair trailing over me, but had her breasts within easy reach of my hands - and as we kissed, we each enjoyed the pleasure of feeling the other's body responding to our mutually fondling caresses.

And, in time, when she was satisfied with the fully and upwardly straining rigidity of my cock, she straddled me, then, with both patience and skill, took us both to yet one more, and that time finally body-draining, climax.

Of course by the time we had both recovered from that one the meal she had so lovingly prepared and cooked for me was all but ruined, the charred and dried remains being so firmly burnt to the pot it had become virtually unusable. So we made do with some pre-pared pasta I had in the freezer, washing it down with another of my Australian wines.

And that was how my more than a year-long love affair with Vida truly began - from then on one or other of us only had to mention our dear friend Alana for the other to know exactly what that particular evening's activity would involve.

And - I thought as the conference droned on around me, if my personal ambition had not been an equally driving force, we might very well have remained together for the many, many years it had been since the last time I had seen her. But, as I imagine happens with many other couples of around the age I had then been, a career opportunity can seem far more important than the most intensely satisfying personal relationship. And that had certainly been the case so far as I was concerned. Having had a few minor negotiating successes I had obviously been spotted as having greater potential elsewhere, and was offered the post of junior negotiator in our department in Washington DC. To me it was literally the 'once in a life-time opportunity', and although I understood it would mean bringing an end to what I had shared with Vida, it was just too good to refuse.




My Secret Life Ch. 02



Although there were tears - from both of us - Vida was sufficiently worldly to understand both my reaction and decision, and we parted without any of the acrimonious recriminations that such separations often incur. In fact, for a while we corresponded; either by mail, email or phone, and sometimes even started planning for one or the other of us to take leave and visit; but either the timing, or sudden events had always scotched such tentative plans, and in time, even the infrequent communications fizzled to an end.

So, sadly alone with my memories and thoughts, I continued listening, if only with only half an ear, to the continuing blather from the podium ahead of me.

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You may either contact me directly by email, or post your request on the 'Public Comments' board - I'll keep watching for the next few weeks (through to the end of January '07) and then see what the majority have decided...



My Secret Life Ch. 03



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.



Of course that wasn’t the first time my thoughts had travelled back the more than ten years since Vida and I had parted, and more times than I really cared to remember I had used one or other of the multitude of memories of the times we had had together to try to either console or relax myself by masturbating to them.

And of course there had been other women, many of them, and one or two had been at least as physically attractive as Vida had been, and I had even married one of those, even if only for a few relatively short, tumultuous years. But none of them had ever responded to the clues I occasionally dropped in front of them as to how they might either add something extra to our sex-life, or at the very least, actively demonstrate a little of their supposed love for me.

So my enjoyment of the wearing of lingerie and the occasional transformation into Alana had been restricted to doing it when and as I had done it before I had met her, in private, and alone. And because I then had the memories of how extraordinarily powerful it had been for me when Vida and I shared in it, the results were never even as satisfyingly effective as they had previously been.

By the time it finally came round to the mid-morning break for tea or coffee, although my head was in a real mess from coping with the memories and thoughts I had dredged up, I still went looking for my missing colleague. And even though, for some reason I couldn’t really explain to myself, at least one small part of me hoped I wouldn’t bump into her, I still also kept one watchful eye out for Vida. But, given the number of conference delegates milling around, I wasn’t that surprised that I failed to spot either of them - and if the first session after the break hadn’t been the one I was actually most interested in, I would have probably taken the opportunity to slip quietly away.

There were of course people and faces I knew well or at least recognised but I avoided getting caught up in conversation and, having had a cup of the unimpressive coffee, chose to head back inside the meeting chamber. As everyone does at such meetings I had left my set of conference papers as a marker that that particular seat was already taken and was still some little way away from it when I realised that there was someone sitting in the one adjacent, the one I had been reserving for my still missing colleague. And of course I instantly knew exactly who that ‘someone’ was - Vida!

Given that I had always believed in the precept that it is usually impossible to recapture what has previously been experienced, I was in two minds; whether to simply turn around and leave, or to press forward and then have to face her - and without knowing whether it would turn out to be the wise thing or not, for some reason I chose the latter.

‘Good morning Vida, I trust you are well.’ I said in as reservedly relaxed a voice as I could muster.

She turned, looked up at me, and with a humorous twinkle lighting up her eyes, replied. ‘Well hello Alan, I am, and I trust you are also. And I hope you don’t mind me sitting here - I noticed that whoever you were originally saving this seat for apparently hasn’t shown up.’

‘It would seem not - and of course you’re very welcome.’ I answered hesitantly as I settled down beside her.

‘It’s been a very long time Alan - I understand you have been remarkably busy these last ten years, and successful - at least so far as your career is concerned.’ she said.

‘True, I can’t complain - and yourself?’

‘Oh nothing as dramatic as you Alan, but I also have nothing too much to complain about - at least not so far as my career is concerned. But I heard that you married, then divorced?’

‘Yes that’s also true - sometimes these things just don’t work out.’ I answered noncommittally.

‘I gather your wife was American?’

‘Yes, she was.’

‘Perhaps a little too conservative - at least in some matters? I presume you still have your own special, well shall we say, ‘interest’?’

I doubt I actually blushed, but I certainly felt more than a little uncomfortable at hearing her not only immediately refer to what I still thought of as my secret life, but also that she had done so in such a public place. But luckily, just then the general flow of delegates began returning from their break and as we were taking up the two aisle seats, for the next few minutes we were kept busy making room for those who had to make their way past us. But as what appeared to be the last of them moved through and the speaker got up to stand behind the podium for his address, Vida turned and said. ‘When this session is over why not join me for lunch, then we can properly catch up on what we have both been doing with our lives?’

Even though we had only been sitting beside each other for merely a few short minutes it had been long enough for me to sense at least something of the chemical crackling I had experienced from the very first time we had met - and although I still wasn’t sure whether or not I really wanted to risk stirring up all those long damped down emotions by spending too much time with her, again I chose to answer. ‘That would be nice Vida, thank-you.’

The subject matter raised during the session was as interesting as I had hoped it would be and the sometimes controversial nature of the content kept my mind pretty much occupied for most of the time. Most, but not all! I found that having Vida sitting so close was itself distracting, and that was heightened by the sight of the inch or two of nylon covered flesh above her knees, plus the occasional wafting drift of her perfume.

There were just too many, and most were still far too vivid, memories of her - not just the ever present physical attraction of her, but, in many ways even more importantly, her always more than eager willingness to share in ways of satisfying my unusual weaknesses - to allow me to fully concentrate on what was being explored for one hundred percent of the time.

Then at a much more base-line level I still clearly recalled the thrills she had been able to give while those knees were gripping me, knew how even the most exotic of her perfumes always failed to mask the true, feminine scent of her arousal. And even though I knew it was absolutely impossible to do so in those brightly lit surroundings, the one thing I found myself desperately wanting to do, was to reach across and let my hand slip down between those knees, then let them wander; slowly, but progressively higher.

So, having had those disturbing thoughts rolling around in my head, the prospect of having lunch with her began to seem a rather more attractive prospect than it originally had, and as we stood to leave I reached down for her hand, and said. ‘I don’t know about you, but I would much rather not stay here to eat.’

‘I agree Alan, somewhere quieter would be far preferable.’ she replied with that never fully forgotten corner of the mouth crinkling smile.

A brief call on my mobile phone confirmed that one of my favourite restaurants could take us at such unusually short notice and although we said little during the taxi ride, being more like a pair of teenage lovers than fully matured adults meeting up after an over-long break, we continued to hold each other’s hand all the way there.

Even though Vida had followed something of both my career and at least the more public aspects of my private life, it still took the best part of the time that we needed to enjoy a pre-luncheon drink, then hors d’oeuvres and much of the main course before we had each brought the other reasonably fully up to date with our lives. Of course she had also had lovers, one of them being close in seriousness to that which I had had with my ex-wife, but, whether or not purely coincidentally, she said that at that time, like myself, there was no-one who was particularly so.

‘It would seem that you and I are somehow fated to meet at times like this Alan.’ she added cryptically when she had finished her account.

‘I wonder why that should be.’ I replied.

‘I long ago gave up on either asking or expecting answers to such questions. Life just is - I think that each of us just has to go on living it, whatever may happen to us as a result. But the one thing I think I have learned, is that pleasure and happiness come in very erratically spaced, and very short bursts - and we are exceedingly foolish if we do not make the most of such moments when they occur!’ she added.

‘I would certainly agree with much of that.’ I replied, then - as I was still totally uncertain of her motivation for taking advantage of our purely coincidental meeting - perhaps throwing caution to the winds, added. ‘And have often regretted some of the decisions I have made so far - and that is especially true of the one I made that took me away from you!’

I was relieved to see her smile, and to feel her hand reaching across the table to rest on mine. ‘Sometimes we need to be deprived of something before we truly appreciate just how much it means to us Alan.’ she said.

‘Well that is certainly true of what we had - at least as far as I am concerned.’ I admitted as I gently squeezed her fingers.

‘And I too Alan.’ she replied.

‘So, now that we have both grown a little older, should we take the risk of perhaps tarnishing the memories we each have by seeing if it is possible to resurrect what we had? Or should we, with maturity, accept that that is unlikely, and so leave them unblemished by simply going our own ways again?’ I asked.

She smiled, then like a true bureaucrat, answered. ‘Well if there were three of us we could agree to vote democratically, but as we have nobody to provide the potential tie-breaker, I think all we can do is to give each of us the right to veto the proposition - that is if such an action is required.’

I couldn’t stifle the chuckle that her professional mediator’s answer prompted, then replied in similar vein. ‘Agreed! So, my vote is for at least an attempt at some sort of reconciliation between the two parties.’

‘It would seem that the vote is unanimous!’ she immediately answered.

It may seem rather odd that two people who have been apart for over ten years could agree to try to start off from where they had left off with quite such verbally cold-blooded efficiency - but that is exactly how we did it. Then, within a matter of minutes I had paid the bill, found us a taxi and we were heading, after just a little more discussion as to which of the two places it should be than our agreement to do so had required, for Vida’s apartment.

It was on an upper floor of an obviously tastefully appointed apartment building and from several windows had pleasant views across the outer reaches of the city, but to be frank I don’t think I really noticed anything that time; in spite of my initial uncertainty, from the moment we had agreed to leave the restaurant Vida’s mere presence had captured, and then firmly held, my total attention and interest.

Our first love-making was certainly neither complex nor frenzied; in fact it seemed clear that both of us were steering clear of any of the subtleties we had always previously enjoyed; perhaps at the back of both our minds was the thought -‘if this works, there will be more than enough time to later recreate those’

However, I did find a few things about that first time were being imprinted on my brain. The first was that other than the obvious absence of her long, falling waves of hair, her still tautly curvaceous body had retained virtually all of its previous beauty and desirability. The second was the truly delightful underwear I found she was wearing beneath her business suit; a bra and panty set made from a deep lilac coloured silk. And the third was the fact that the always intensely arousing, fine-pointed arrow-head of pubic hair, had been overgrown! In its place was just what most equally fastidious women had, a still neatly trimmed, but unimaginative triangle.

But the momentary sense of disappointment I felt when I saw that as I slid her panties down, was soon replaced by the sheer blinding excitement I experienced only a few short moments later when her ever-welcoming body took me deep inside herself.

Then, once I had reached my own orgasm I made it very clear that I had no intention of depriving her of any of the thrills I knew she had always been capable of experiencing. Even as I pulled squelchingly back out of her I pushed myself further down the bed, and, so I could more comfortably kneel between them, eased her legs a little further apart, then pressed my head up between her thighs.

‘Ah, mon cher, you are as you always were, a truly considerate lover!’ she sighed as my tongue began flickering slowly around the edges of her still poutingly swollen and wetly dripping pussy.

I stayed there until I knew I had given her at least two more climactic peaks and in the time that took found that the combination of the scent from her sex, plus her ever eager responsiveness had begun re-firing my own. So it then required very little effort on Vida’s part to get my cock back to the rigidity she needed to finalise that coupling by rolling me over on to my back, then vigorously fucking me.

******

Once we were done we lay quietly side-by-side for quite some time; right then I doubt either of us really knew exactly what to say, and in fact may well have been uncertain as to what we actually felt. I know my own brain was whirling with a mix of fully satiated pleasure and briefly flashing memories of things from our past - a mix that was now and then spiced by thoughts of how I might feel if some of those were to be repeated.

Exactly why my mind selected the memories that it did remained a mystery - the one or two main events had perhaps been recalled for their sheer erotically charged content, but others were simply puzzling.

High on that second list was the morning Vida had first taken me shopping, shopping for things for me, for Alana. Of course we were not the only couple to be visiting the particular lingerie shop Vida preferred, and I, apparently like the two or three other men there, merely stood as a bystander while the women we were accompanying picked this and that from the racks of delicate flimsies on display.

Vida was obviously in no rush to make her selection for me and picked up and discarded many very pretty items, but then she spotted something hanging on a particular display and without further to do flipped through them until she found the correct size. ‘I think these will be perfect.’ she said, holding up a camisole, bra and panty set made from a blush-pink coloured silk.

The one thing I noticed was that the panties were quite unlike any that I normally bought for myself - which tended to be both close-fitting and lacily see-through. These were cut in what I thought of as the ‘French’ style; wide-legged and with only a narrow strip of lace decoration highlighting the centre panel, the sides and edges of the, at least by comparison with what I normally wore, roomy, leg parts.

However, I thought, if that was what Vida wanted to see me wearing, who was I to complain!

I even recalled the considerate question from the assistant when Vida went to pay for them, asking if she was aware that these particular garments might not be the correct size for her - and Vida’s instantaneous response that, they were in fact for her sister.

Then my memory flash took me to the time, some few short hours later, when Vida helped to dress me in just the panties and camisole - ‘We’ll keep the bra for one of those evenings when Alana fully joins us Alan.’ she’d explained.

Of course just knowing something of what we were going to be doing together had already begun to give me at least the start of an erection, and understanding that response she undressed me with an unusually speedy urgency, slipping the panties up over my legs, then dropping the camisole down over my head and arms, before standing back to look at me.

‘Ah yes!’ she said in low, husky whisper. ‘That looks very, very nice. Let’s see what you think.’ she added, turning me around to face the mirror on the door of her wardrobe closet.

If she meant what I’d thought she did, I could see exactly what it was that had pleased and stirred her - my cock, although still neither fully grown nor hardened, was big and stiff enough to be clearly outlined as it pressed itself against the thin silk of one leg of the panties. And, for me, the still subtle but nonetheless distinct friction of that pressure was creating even greater pleasure!

It was only then, as I recalled that flash-back, that I recalled another, much earlier time - a time when she had done her best to explain why she found my practice of cross-dressing exciting for herself.

‘It’s partly the ambiguity Alan - I mean the sexual ambiguity. Although, like yourself, I have never been sexually attracted to members of my own sex, unlike you, I am not so blind that I can’t see the beauty and potentially physical attraction inherent in their form. And of course I can well understand that presentation enhances even those with less than perfect versions of whatever shape and size happens to be fashionable at any given time.

But much more importantly, the men I always find myself attracted to are those who have, and are capable of allowing others to see, not only a strongly ‘male’ personality, but also a definite ‘female’ streak. That is probably why I was initially attracted to the man who in fact later turned out to be fully bi-sexual.’ She had added before continuing. ‘The first time I heard you speak at one of those interminable committee meetings I heard something in both your language and tone of voice that alerted me that you might be such a man. And of course the very first time we made love I discovered that I had been at least partially right - you quickly proved yourself to be both a caring and also extremely skilful lover my dear. So when I then accidentally discovered this other aspect of your personality it was like hitting the jack-pot!’

And as I had stood there, staring at the reflection of myself in her mirror, I had for the very first time understood at least just a little of what she had meant. The still growing size of my cock all-too proudly announced my potent masculinity, but the mere fact that I was obviously also comfortable in wearing the sexily pretty things that shrouded it hinted that somewhere deep inside me there lurked at least something of a feminine persona.

But then, once she had fully satisfied herself in teasingly stroking and caressing the increasingly violently throbbing length, and in the process seemed to be trying to test the actual breaking-point of the silk, we went to bed and used the thing she had turned it into for at least the first part of what it had originally been evolved for.

All those, and many other, much briefer memories went flashing through my head as I lay there beside her still recovering body - and as the kaleidoscope finally came to an end I knew one thing for sure, I wanted Vida as much as I ever had. But what I probably really didn’t fully understand, even then, was that something deep down inside me was saying that after the more than ten years of never fully resolved sexual tension, by then I not only wanted her, but that part of me that was ‘Alana’, actually needed her!

She stirred as I got up to take a piss and give myself a bit of a wash, then followed me into the bathroom. ‘I’m sorry I don’t have a spare robe for you Alan, I haven’t been in the habit of having men stay over.’ she said when she saw I’d had to hook a towel around myself.

‘Well I’m surprised - but not sorry to hear that.’ I said, giving her a quick, passing kiss, then adding. ‘Coffee, or tea?’




My Secret Life Ch. 03



‘Oh I think I’d actually prefer tea, please. You’ll find the tea-bags are in the second cupboard from the left. I won’t be too long.’

She was as good as her word and reappeared just a few minutes later dressed in a Japanese style kimono that was spectacularly decorated with a pair of brilliantly colourful inter-twining dragons. And even though our coupling had left me physically drained I still felt myself being strongly stirred by not only the way it left the deeply plunging valley between her breasts exposed, but also how its thinness outlined the sharply upwardly curving shape of the rest of them.

‘That’s a beautiful robe.’ I said, letting my eye follow the dual set of curves; those of the richly decorated, spiralling dragons’ bodies, and the movements of the underlying flesh that was bringing them to life.

‘Thank you - but I think you’ll find it’s a little too small for you.’ she answered with a grin.

‘Oh I could never do for it what you can Vida.’ I replied as I continued watching the dragons’ stimulating movements as she turned to pull out a chair and then sat down opposite me.

‘Mentioning that does give me an opportunity to ask if we can talk about the one thing we never previously seemed to ever get around to actually discussing Alan.’

‘What was that?’ I replied.

Well even now I don’t know if it’s something you will feel you are able to tell me - but I often found myself wondering just what it might have been that made you discover the pleasure you get from dressing in women’s clothes?’

I remained silent for a while - I had posed the same question to myself, many times, and although I thought I had identified the kernel of the problem, I wasn’t really sure I was able, or perhaps that should have been, willing, to verbalise it to anyone. But, just as I had those more than ten years ago, I then knew that Vida was not just ‘anyone’. Just a short time before I had realised exactly how ‘special’ she was to me - and, I thought, if I wanted to re-start our relationship on a really sound footing, perhaps this was exactly the time to start sharing such personal confidences with her.

‘Well, I’ll try to explain it, but first I think I had better clarify one thing. Although wearing these things is, as you have found out for yourself, a massively powerful turn-on for me - it’s not just wearing them that I enjoy. I also like handling them, and even either the prospect or the actuality of seeing a good-looking woman in any sort of fine lingerie. And of course that is particularly true if the woman is as stunningly beautiful as you are.’

‘Oh I think all men like doing that Alan.’ Vida replied.

‘Yes I know - I think it’s accepted that most men are far more visually, even voyeuristically stimulated than is the average woman - but I think that with men like me it might be even more so. Perhaps the best way I can describe it is that I think that when the average man sees a woman in undies or lingerie he is anticipating its removal - discovering exactly what delights she has been hiding from him. In my case there is not only that but, and the other effect can be even more powerful, I’m not only excited by just the look of a woman in beautiful things, but also by the look and the feel of the garments themselves.’

‘So when was it that you first discovered this about yourself?’

I paused to take a long drink of the tea I had made us, giving myself just a few moments longer to be certain I wanted to really answer that question, then took a deep breath. ‘I think it might be something I was born with.’ I began. ‘Even from when I was a very little kid I remember how envious I always was of my sister, I mean of what she was given to wear. She’s a bit more than three years older than I am.’ I explained. ‘Then there were the trips to my grandmother’s.’

‘You were envious of your grandmother’s clothes?’ Vida interjected disbelievingly.

‘No, I wasn’t quite that bad!’ I countered with a grin. ‘She had always been heavily involved in the local amateur theatrical society, as their wardrobe-mistress, and had accumulated boxes and boxes of all sorts of outfits. So whenever my sister and I went to visit we could always be certain that at some stage, usually on a rainy day, out would come one or two of the boxes and we were given the opportunity to play dress-up.’

‘Ah, now I see the connection.’ Vida responded. ‘And I suppose that at some stage either you or your sister decided to dress you up in some girls’ clothes.’

‘Exactly right - and even at that age I somehow realised that she seemed to take even more pleasure from doing it to me than she did from what she was doing to herself. And I liked knowing that, I mean knowing that I was making her happy.

As we both got a little older there were times when we mostly forgot about those boxes, but every now and then one or other would remember them, and out they’d come again. And that went on for years.’ I added, pausing to take a sip of tea before continuing.

‘But then, it must have been some time after I had started puberty, I found it wasn’t just the pair of us dressing-up that gave me a sense of enjoyment, but that even just helping my sister pull the various clothes out of the boxes began to do the same thing for me, and also get me excited, I mean physically excited.’ I explained. ‘And was embarrassed to find that actually putting them on gave me the start of what I was then calling a ‘stiffie’. So one day, when she had left me alone by going off with one or other of her friends, I got out a box that I knew had the things she usually dressed in, and tried something of hers on for myself. 

That was the first time I actually masturbated while I was dressed in feminine clothes.’ I concluded.

‘I imagine that, or some variation of it, might be pretty common with men having the same interest as yourself.’ Vida suggested.

‘I think it’s very likely to be something like that, yes. But of course once I found just how much pleasure I could get from doing that I began to get sneaky about what I did - I mean when we were back at home.’ I explained. ‘When I thought the coast was clear I’d creep into my sister’s room; sometimes I’d just play with myself while running my fingers through the dresses hanging in her wardrobe, sometimes I’d actually rub a pair of her knickers over myself. Then, when I found how even more exciting doing that was I realised that if I dug around in the things in the laundry basket I would probably find something I could actually use to properly masturbate myself - I mean to ejaculation.’

‘I expect that even that is not an uncommon practice in households with teenage brothers and sisters.’ Vida commented.

‘Probably not - but by then I had grown to be the same height as my sister and one day I wondered if I could actually fit into one of her dresses. Of course to do that I had to wait until I was the only one in the house - but I’ll never forget the day that actually happened.’ I said, then paused as the memory itself came flooding back.

‘Although I knew the house was empty, and there wasn’t any sound other than my own heavy breathing, I was on tenterhooks. Leaving nothing to chance I had stripped off, hooked a towel around my waist - prepared to say to anyone who might suddenly appear that I was just going to take a shower - then padded across into her room.

The first thing I did was to take a pair of knickers that I knew she very rarely wore, and pulled them on. Just doing that began to give me an erection, and by the time I had decided which of her dresses to try on, it was throbbingly hard. I slipped the dress down over my head, straightened and smoothed it - just as I had seen my sister do hundreds of times - and as I turned to look at myself in the mirror, felt my cock twitch, then discharge!

I was mortified! Not only had I made a mess in a pair of what should have been spotlessly clean underwear - but it had all happened ridiculously fast! But, perhaps it was seeing the sight of myself in the mirror, perhaps something else, in spite of the annoyance and shame, I continued to stand there, looking at myself, and feeling the warm, sticky wetness of her knickers pressing against me. And, much to my surprise, and delight, just a minute or two later, felt the unmistakeable feel of my dick getting hard again.’

‘Ah the innocently joyful potency of puberty.’ Vida exclaimed..

‘Too true.’ I replied. ‘Anyway, that gave me a second chance to enjoy myself, that time a little more slowly - which is of course exactly what I did - and as I had already wetted the knickers, a second lot of jism didn’t really make too much difference.’

‘And you just went on from there?’

‘Exactly, though once I was old enough to know that what I was doing was considered decidedly odd by most people, I kept my activities even more close to my chest than most teenage boys might do about their masturbatory activities. And other than my previous wife, you are the only other person who has ever had any idea of my secret life - and I never allowed her anywhere near as close to it as you have been, and that only came about because I thought that, unlike her, you didn’t have any problem in me being this way.’ I added.

‘Oh you know I don’t, in fact, as I think I told you a long time ago, to me it adds just another excitingly interesting aspect to the person you are! But I always appreciated the confidence, and naturally never have and never would, dream of breathing a word to anyone else.’

‘Of course I know that - but you asked, and because I’m hoping that we both want something stronger to have a chance of developing between us, I’m now actually glad that you did.’

‘I’ll drink to that!’ she replied, draining the last of her tea.

******

And that was how our lengthily interrupted affaire re-started, and perhaps because we both regretted the loss of what might have been ten years of mutually exciting experiences we seemed determined to waste not one single hour of whatever else life might have in store for us.

Most of the time we did exactly what most other young, and no longer quite so young, lovers did - taking and creating as many as possible opportunities to just be together; mostly making love in exactly the same way that all those other lovers were doing. Sometimes I would be the initiator, sometimes Vida; but whichever of us had made the first move I made sure that I was always the one who actually performed the simple act of undressing her. She soon understood exactly how excited I could get from just unbuttoning, unzipping or unfastening the various things she happened to have on, and how much deeply stirring pleasure I got from slowly and carefully removing each single item of clothing.

As she said to me quite early in our reunion - ‘You treat my clothes with even more loving care than I do.’ - and that was probably true; the very feel of whatever I happened to be holding, was thrilling, knowing that it had only just been slipped off from her beautifully sensuous, and so very female body, only made it even more so!

But other times, our ‘special’ times, we did what those other lovers undoubtedly did not do!

From time to time, perhaps every week or two, when we knew that neither of us was over-tired from the work we had been doing, we set aside an evening for our fantasy games with each other. It would always start in much the way it had that first evening that Vida alerted me to the fact that she had uncovered my secret life, by us showering, then her slowly but lovingly, shaving me.

By then I was confident that I ran no risk of her nicking me, and just watching her picking up my razor was quite enough to start to get me excited; feeling its keen edge working its way over the various parts of me, finished the job - and long before she had completed the task, I would have a full-sized, raging erection.

As we both knew that in that condition we would be prevented from experiencing the sense of anticipation that was always a key component of our enjoyment of what we planned to do next, we used a variety of means of getting rid of it; sometimes she would simply and efficiently masturbate me, sometimes she would take it in her mouth and suck it dry, but sometimes - if she was feeling particularly mischievous - she would push me over into the shower and turn the cold water on full blast, then stand there giggling while she watched my tumescence wilt away.

Once that preamble was completed we would head through to the bedroom and each take out, either whichever outfit we personally fancied at that moment, or whatever we had most recently bought for ourselves. Then we would take it in turns to slowly - adding the various items turn and turn about - dress each other.

I’m sure all men love the act of undressing their woman, seeing their body appear part by stimulating part - and of course I did too - but, at least for me, doing that process in reverse was, in many ways, even more exciting!

There was the sheer delight I felt each time I picked up the individual garment - whether silk, nylon, lace, or whatever other material - feeling the filmy fabric running through my fingers set them tingling, and then sliding it over or on to her, feeling both the item itself and the texture of her skin, was even more so. And feeling her doing the same thing to me, and seeing the pleasure on her face as she did it, was sheer delirium!

Once we were both dressed we would head back to the lounge-room; sometimes eating the meal we had pre-prepared, sometimes, if we had already eaten, pouring ourselves a drink or two. But regardless of whatever we were outwardly doing, each of us spent most of the time simply admiring the appearance of each other. And, if the things we were wearing were something new, and especially if Vida had found something even more dramatically sensuous than usual, that, at least for me, could be the very best part of the entire evening.

But of course all that was really no more than extremely extended - and I’m sure to many other people, a somewhat bizarre - form of foreplay, and in time we would take just as much enjoyment as any other couple would from slowly and lovingly uncovering each other - then making love in one of the many varied ways we found most pleased and satisfied us.

I was interested to find that having my personal weakness so regularly and lovingly satisfied definitely reduced the pressure in me to more dramatically transform myself in the way I had previously sometimes felt I had to. At first Vida would, from time to time, bring out something she said she had bought specifically for Alana, and that would become the cue for us to spend at least part of that evening bringing something of her to ‘life’. But when Vida eventually plucked up the nerve to tell me that because she always got such a thrill from seeing my cock through whatever I was wearing, she would much prefer it if I never wore the gaff again, even those occasions became very much a rarity.

Not that we spent all of that time in or around one or other of our beds - we both had our careers, which included a generally hectic round of social engagements, but as it became known that we were in fact a ‘couple’ we started to find that invitations to one usually began to also include the other.

During those first few months of our being together again I found the confidence to expand on what I had initially told Vida about my predilections; how I still fantasised about both the idea of being able to freely shop for the things I wore, rather than either sneakily doing so, or, as I more usually did, be satisfied with purchasing them over the Net - and that one day I might even be able to summon up the courage, and then find a way of actually penetrating the ‘holy of holies’ of a woman’s world, a beauty salon!

I still remember the thoughtful look that crossed her face when I told her that - but the relatively small circle we both moved about in did of course mean that most of whatever activities we did had of necessity to still be carried out in the privacy of our own rooms.

However, and even though between us we already had an extensive array of sexily pretty things to use in enhancing our various, and amazingly varied performances; week by week we added something new, the pair of us spending a remarkable amount of our free time shopping for either herself or for Vida’s imaginary, and apparently highly sex-charged ‘sister’. And after two or three such shopping trips I was emboldened enough to cease playing the bystander; sometimes even wandering off alone between the racks of feminine finery - admiring both the romantically erotic pastel, and the more sexily dramatic colours - sometimes visualising either Vida or myself in one or other of the more explicitly erotic outfits - and feeling the tingling of my cock’s response whenever I reached out and ran my fingers through the displays of silk, nylon and lace.

Although just being ‘let loose’ amongst that swirling sea of feminine fripperies was always more than enough to set my heart racing - and send my imagination soaring - as there were nearly always other shoppers close by, I had to be careful to not allow myself to become too over-enthusiastically physically stimulated.

There had been one unfortunate morning, quite early in our shopping expeditions, when I had not been able to do so - perhaps in part caused by the fact that our activities the previous evening had been dramatically curtailed by the onset of one of Vida’s more heavy periods. I had already been browsing through the extensive range of bra and panty sets, which had included some in a range of colours and styles I hadn’t previously noticed, when I was attracted by a large display of a nightdress and peignoir. It was white, a colour that Vida for some reason rarely wore - the always remembered, prettily florally decorated bra and panties she’d worn that first night we’d made love, apparently being the exception that is said to prove a rule.

But at that very moment, as I stared wide-eyed at the display, I thought that what I was looking at simply had to be one of the sexiest garments I’d ever seen.

What first attracted my attention to it was the fact that the normal arrangement of those sets had been completely reversed; whereas with most such outfits it’s the peignoir that is transparent and the nightdress that is opaque, in this case the nightdress itself was obviously virtually see-through, and the peignoir’s heavier than usual fabric and lace-work made it rather less so. As I stood there, unable to help myself from continuing to stare; I found myself imagining Vida’s sensual body both filling and showing itself through the filmy fabric, could imagine how it would feel when I lightly ran my fingers over it, then the even greater excitement I would get when I began to fondle the firm softness of Vida’s curves through it.

And immediately felt my cock jerk powerfully upright - or at least as best it was able to do so within the constraint of my pants and trousers.

As I continued to gawp I found myself actually ‘seeing’ Vida; standing there for me; proudly displaying herself for me; for me to both admire and to lust for. ‘Saw’ her moving, stepping down from the stand, then walking towards me. ‘Saw’ her breasts pressing against snow-white brilliance of the thin, all-but transparent fabric that had moulded itself to them. ‘Saw’ her already spikingly swollen, dark cherry-red nipples. Clearly ‘saw’ the shape of her narrow waist and gently flaring hips. Even ‘saw’ - at least in that vision - that never-forgotten fine-pointed arrow-head pointing the way to the delights that remained hidden below.

I have no idea how long I stood there; time and place seemed to have lost all their usual meaning, and I was even only vaguely aware of the increasing pressure of the throbbingly straining thing that had suddenly reared up between my legs. So the sound of her voice seemed to come from the apparition that was still slowly moving towards me - ‘Alan - Alan! - ALAN!!!’ she said with increasingly anxious loudness, then reached out to touch me.




My Secret Life Ch. 03



She told me later that her concern had been to move the almost grotesque bulge I was displaying to a somewhat less prominent position - but I had been carried off into a realm of my own fantasy’s making, and by then must have been in such a state of super-charged arousal that it needed but the slightest touch to bring on the inevitable climax.

But both the eruption and the sound of my own chokingly strangled cry as it hit me brought me instantly back to reality - and I found myself standing there, staring into Vida’s horror-struck face - even as I felt the next few surges of semen being forced up through me.

That obviously brought an unexpectedly fast finish to our shopping trip, and as we scurried back to the car-park I had to use the bag holding one of our purchases to cover the darkly spreading stain on my trousers. But once safely ensconced in the car I said Vida should return to the shop and check if they had that set in a size that would fit her. ‘This is my treat.’ I said as I handed her my wallet.

‘But it’s white, I rarely wear white, I just don’t think it suits my complexion.’ she answered.

‘Just trust me.’ I replied. ‘You’ve seen how powerfully it’s already affected me - I’m sure you’ll look absolutely adorable - and anyway, I still have very vivid memories of both the white underwear you were wearing that very first night - and the strength of the feelings I got from just seeing you in it .’ I added.

Whether to please, or merely to humour me, she did return, and the shop did have the lingerie in her size - and a couple of nights later I was treated to the reality of seeing her in it. And although it hardly seemed possible the reality was at least ten times more powerful than even the vividness of my fantasy had been. Not that I climaxed quite as unexpectedly quickly as I had in the shop - but we certainly both found that the sight of her dressed in it made me even more potent than usual!

It had been a particularly long and tiring day, and on top of that, we had been required to attend a cocktail party at one or other of the many dozens of consulates. We had drunk a little, eaten a little and talked a lot with people we actually spent much of our days talking to - so were glad when a few of them suggested that by then we had more than done our duty, and perhaps we should head off somewhere to eat. The meal and the more select company were pleasant enough but Vida and I were glad when the party broke up and we could head home - primarily to sleep.

Having given my face a quick freshen-up and cleaned my teeth, I left the bathroom for Vida, went through to the bedroom, undressed and popped on the shorts I usually wore to bed. Then, having made doubly sure that I had in my briefcase all the things I would need for morning - subconsciously noting from the sound of it that Vida was, as she sometimes did after a long day, taking a brief shower - and thinking that we might both like a cup of tea to settle our somewhat over-full stomachs, I went through to the kitchen.

While I waited for the kettle to boil I found myself being mildly surprised that although I could no longer hear the sound of the running water, Vida still hadn’t appeared, and thought that she seemed to have been taking rather longer in the bathroom than she usually did.

But then just as I had finished making the tea, I heard her voice calling me - so stuck my head around the lounge-room door to see what she needed. I had already turned off the lights in that room, so it was in darkness, just lit by the filtered light coming from the kitchen behind me and that from the open bathroom door a short way down the hallway that led to it.

And standing in that hallway; the front of her lit only by the small amount coming from the kitchen, but strongly silhouetted by the brighter bathroom light, was Vida - wearing the white negligee we had bought those few days before.

The image was one that I felt sure a specialist in erotic photography would have been more than pleased to have set-up; although her face was mainly in shadow, and the small amount of front lighting was only sufficient to pick-up those parts of her that most easily reflected it - primarily the upward curving sweep of her breasts - the back lighting was powerful enough to throw the virtual hour-glass shape of her body into high relief. And the sheer, yet gauzy whiteness of the negligee itself somehow served to provide an even stronger contrast for the still shrouded body that filled it.

‘Stay right there!’ I said in a suddenly rather hoarse voice - then went across and turned on one of the small table-lamps on the far side of the lounge-room.

It provided just that extra amount of light that I had somehow known it would take to actually improve the appearance of that erotically charged image - bringing her beautiful face into the picture, and, much lower, through the gap between the two edges of the not too tightly gathered peignoir, the shadowy triangle of her pubic mound.

‘I’ll say it again.’ I said in that same hoarsely gruff voice. ‘You are by far the most beautifully desirable woman I’ve ever seen Vida. And that negligee just makes you look even more so!’ I added.

‘Are you sure?’ she asked as she took a couple of steps towards me; the movement making some folds of the gown sway driftingly around her, while others clung just that little bit more closely to her curves. ‘I’m still not certain that white really goes very well with the paleness of my skin.’ she added.

‘Why not let me be the judge of that.’ I said - knowing from the feelings I had been getting from it that my cock had been steadily rising from the very first moment I had seen her - but which of course, because of where I was actually standing, Vida would not have really been able to see. As I spoke, I stepped forward, into the light from the table-lamp, allowing her to see the size of the firm bulge that was already distorting the front of my shorts.

‘And that’s in just the short time you’ve been standing there.’ I said as I saw her eyes glance downwards.

Even as I spoke Vida unfastened the tie holding the peignoir together, allowing it to fall apart, and exposing the sheer, almost total transparency of the nightdress beneath it - and through that, just a little more of the detail of her almost too prefect body.

We both stood there for another minute or two; each gazing hard at each other. Her eyes watching the steady rise, and rapidly increasing size of the bulge in my shorts. Mine drifting up and down over the many much-loved parts of her; her darkly rose-tipped breasts, their up-swelling curves making my hands tingle in anticipation of the moment they would be able to hold and fondle their firmness, the softly rounded swell of her belly, where I loved to rest my head once we had fully satisfied each other, her legs and thighs, which never failed to excite me, either when I slowly and lovingly stroked them, or when I felt them being wound tightly around me, and of course at that dark vee shaped patch of hair that was an ever constant reminder of the thrills and joys that lay just a little beneath it.

Perhaps normally we would have both wanted to prolong and intensify the sense of anticipation by spending far more time displaying and watching each other, but that night - perhaps because we were already weary, or maybe it was merely caused by a sudden rush of blood to various parts of us - it was clear that neither of us was in any such mood.

Without a word I reached out for her hand and, still watching the way the billowy folds either moved around or swayingly caressed the gorgeous body beneath them, I took her to bed.

Then, even though I had initially thought I was tired, once I began the slow and careful disrobing of her, I discovered that merely the act of gradually exposing the various parts that lay beneath the filmy fabric was somehow providing me with a fresh source of sexual vitality - and found I was more than capable of doing things with and to her that I wouldn’t have thought I was able to!

I fondled, kissed, squeezed and sucked every single part of her, starting with her breasts and then, once I heard her softly sighing moans of pleasure growing a little stronger, rolled her over and did the same thing to her buttocks. Then, once I had licked, kissed and stroked my way from there to her shoulders, I slid right down and began working my way up the backs of her legs. She loved it!

And she loved it even more when I eased her legs apart and, reaching beneath and lifting her, I pressed my head down between the heat of her thighs and began, as best I could in that position, teasing both her pussy, and the more tightly wrinkled opening between the cheeks of her bottom.

But Vida knew what both of us really wanted, and after not too much of that, she rolled herself over again then spread her legs even further apart, and gently held my head as I began licking and nibblingly sucking on her pussy and clitoris.

I have no idea of just how many little peaking spasms of delight I gave her that way, nor how, given how fiercely I could feel the fire within me burning, I managed to restrain myself for as long as I did, but it was only when I positively knew that I simply couldn’t hold on any longer, that I finally allowed myself the thrill of firmly wedging my cock where it had all that time been demanding to go.

And of course, even though the pleasurable satisfaction I experienced from giving pleasure to Vida were always intense, there was no comparison between those and the sense of sheer euphoria I felt when my cock was drawn deep inside her by the clinging tightness of her pussy.

Even as I pushed powerfully forward, I felt her lifting herself; her legs winding up around my waist, her ankles locking, then, using them in combination with her upthrusting hips, she all but pumped me - her and my body working in perfectly rhythmic harmony, each apparently determined to force my straining cock almost impossibly deeply into the hot wetness of her needful cunt.

Perhaps, in spite of the rejuvenation I had felt once I had her body in my arms, the tiredness that I originally thought might dampen my ardour, actually played its part in strengthening the force of my eventual orgasm. It certainly took me rather longer to reach it than, given the passions we had generated, either of us might have expected. In fact it was Vida who climaxed first, and although the convulsing grip of her orgasm would normally be more than enough to make me come, that time, even that did no more than intensify the urgency of my thrusting.

From the strength of the ache I was feeling coming from them I knew that by then by balls must have become tightly and massively swollen - giving me the weirdly surrealistic impression that the semen inside them was by then churning and bubbling in an attempt to blast its own way out. But it seemed that neither my body nor my cock was done, and right then they were very much in control! 

So I drew on my last remaining reserves of strength and further increased both the speed and force of my thrusting, glancing down at my cock and seeing how slickly glossy the thick coating of Vida’s pussy-juice had made the shaft, watching it pistoning powerfully in and out of her. And at the same time hearing her almost desperate cries ringing out - ‘Come, my darling, come! Come now! Come!’

And, as though her pleas had been the trigger I required, with that I felt the searingly dizzying rush begin - felt my cock throbbing as the first scalding gout pumped up though me, felt the blistering heat of it being jetted deep, deep into her cunt. Then her and my cries of exultation blended as our bodies heaved and arms and legs bound each of us even more tightly together - my cock spouting until it felt as though every single drop of fluid had been forcibly extracted from me.

When we were finally done, and we lay, still locked together, and after I had been able to take more than purely involuntary gasps of breath, even though it was still rather breathlessly, I did manage to say - ‘Well, do you believe me now when I say that white is very much a colour that suits you?’

******

I’m not really sure what made me hold back on the two things about her that I missed from our previous times; her longer hair, and her neatly and erotically crafted pubic display - and maybe it was actually something she said that eventually enabled me to feel more confident about expressing my small disappointments. But once I did so she had the same thoughtful expression I had seen the evening I expressed my wishful idea about one day being able to visit a woman’s beauty salon. It was what she said in reply that later gave me the connection between those two, apparently totally unrelated incidents.

‘Ah, the hair thing!’ she said with a smile. ‘Well the longer hair is easy to answer; frankly I just don’t think a more mature woman can get away with long hair, it starts to look a bit ‘mutton dressed as lambish’, if you know what I mean. And anyway, quite apart from that, these days I simply have much less time to invest in all the care long hair requires if it’s to remain looking nice and healthy. But as to the nether regions - well that’s a little more complicated.’

‘How so?’ I asked.

‘Well, in the weeks after you left for Washington I was pretty fed-up with men in general - and just got out of the habit of trimming and shaving myself down there. And of course once I had picked myself up again the hair had started to re-grow and although I tried to trim it myself I found it was all just too difficult. You see, what I had before had been done for me by one of my friends, a beautician.’

‘So why couldn’t she re-do it for you?’

‘She headed south, she’s English and never really liked the climate here - said it was too much like what she’d grown up with - and when a chance came for her to buy a salon on Italy’s Adriatic coast, she jumped at it. She now has a really very good business down there; a few of her more well-heeled clients still travel to see her, then of course there is an influx of tourists in the summer, and she has also built up an excellent reputation with many of the local people.’

It was only a couple of weeks after that brief conversation that Vida came up with her idea. In the previous month or so we had both had an extremely hectic time at work; a group of the EU’s governments were trying to introduce a particularly complex piece of legislation and our teams of negotiators had been flat-out in not only keeping a close watch on the actual wording the legal group were drafting, but with both the committees, and their members, that were either strongly for, or against it. As the work-load and the hours involved had even severely intruded on our normally healthy sex-life Vida was in happy agreement when I suggested that once the legislation was on its way, we should give ourselves a long week-end away somewhere.

‘And I know exactly the place!’ she answered after no more than a few moments thought.

‘Where’s that?’ I asked.

‘You’ll just have to wait and see, well at least until I’ve checked to see if it’s possible, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.’ she added with a meaningful grin.

It was a week or two later that the project that had taken up so much of our time gradually began to work its way through the slow and finely grinding mills of the bureaucracy and we were able to arrange for ourselves to take some well-earned time off. Although my salary was good deal higher than Vida’s she had always insisted on paying something towards whatever expenditure our life-style incurred and once we had agreed on a trip I was forced to consent to her picking up the tab for our basic accommodation, and I would pay for the transport, food and all the other general expenses. So of course I said I would have to finally be told where we were actually going.

‘Just book us a couple of return flights to Bologna, then arrange for a hire car to be waiting for us at the airport.’ - was all she would tell me. So, like any man who happily finds himself in a loving, and more than sexually satisfying relationship - I did as I was told!

******

We flew out after work on the Friday, and having given ourselves an extra couple of days off, were looking forward to having nothing but ourselves to please for the next four days - evenings - and nights! The flight was uneventful, the hire car was waiting and the hour or so’s drive quite pleasant, so although by then we were both a little weary, my spirits picked up when I found that the place Vida had booked us into was not one of the glitzy beach-front hotels but a smaller, more boutique establishment in the older part of the city.

Although by the time we arrived most of the other guests had eaten we were assured that the chef would be happy to provide us with a meal, but were asked to come down to the dining room as soon as we had checked that the accommodation we had been given was quite suitable. It certainly was; a large, obviously recently refurbished room, including a good-sized en-suite, and a bed that looked as though it could easily handle rather more than just the two of us!

Out of consideration for the chef we left our unpacking for later and after a quick wash-and-brush-up, headed straight back down to eat.

The food was excellent, the wine list remarkably extensive, and we both happily munched, sipped, chatted, and - no doubt enjoying the anticipation of what the coming hours and days might have in store for us - from time to time, simply gazed into each other’s eyes.

Once back in our room Vida suggested that I might like to shower while she unpacked her things, then I could do mine while she took her place in the bathroom, which made eminently good sense. But then while I was still drying off she opened the door and handed in a smallish, but elegantly wrapped parcel. ‘For you my darling - to wear tonight.’ was all she said before closing the door again.

Once dry, I unfastened and unwrapped the unexpected gift - and felt my heart literally skip a beat when I saw what it was - a pair of pyjamas and a robe. But the pyjamas had obviously been designed with a woman in mind; pure, pale creamy coloured silk, decorated with tiny motifs picked out in a variety of pastel tones - and the robe was in fact a kimono; and apart from its colours, virtually matching the intertwined dragon design on the one that Vida often wore.

As I slipped the coolly smooth pyjamas on I suddenly wished that I had had the foresight, and that we had had the time, to have Vida shave me - but that could wait; just the tingling thrill I felt as the silk moved over my body was sublime! And, once I had added the kimono and ran my hands up and down myself as I took a look in the far too small bathroom mirror, I shivered with even more deeply felt thrills.

‘Ah yes! You look superb mon cher!’ she whispered throatily when I opened the door to rejoin her. ‘I took the liberty of packing one of your bottles of brandy, pour us both a glass, I’ll be as quick as I can in the shower.’ she added as she gathered up her things.

Before doing as she’d suggested, and even before starting to unpack my own clothes, I had to go to where I could see myself in the larger bedroom mirror. Vida had been right, I thought, I did look very good - well to me I did! And that was especially true when I unfastened the belt of the kimono and admired the way the silk pyjamas clung to me, particularly that part of me that had already begun to respond to the feel of the slippery material brushing to and fro against it.

And of course that effect continued to be even further heightened when I did finally get around to the unpacking; each time I bent or moved about, the silk rubbed against my swiftly rising cock, brushing from side to side over the quickly stiffening shaft, and sending sparks of delight shooting straight up my spine when it slipped back and forth over the even more sensitively swollen head. The sensations it gave me were both teasingly tantalising, and electrifyingly exciting.




My Secret Life Ch. 03



So by the time Vida reappeared it took her only a single, downward glance to recognise just how much her gift had been appreciated - but even though what the feel of it had been doing to me was all-too obvious it was nothing when compared with the effect of what the sight of her, and what she was wearing, caused.

She had obviously taken to heart both the comments I had made - and recalled the strength of the reactions she had felt demonstrated - about the effect that seeing her wearing white had on me. And although its somewhat playful design was in some ways the complete opposite of the classical elegance of the original outfit its immediate effect on me was exactly the same. To me she looked simply delicious!

The nightie was a shortie; its neckline scooped low enough to show off the upper portion of the firm swell of her breasts, and its bottom hem falling to just a little below the centre of her sexuality. And even from where I was standing I could see it had been made from at least two distinct layers of nylon; each one’s total transparency in places partially interrupted by an occasional, shadowy woven design. The effect of that was to allow me to see some parts of her more clearly than others, but what even those shadowy parts could not conceal was that the nightie came with accessories. Beneath it, the somehow even brighter whiteness of them making them all too blatantly obvious, and the skimpiness implying they served to only highlight those parts of the wearer, was a tiny set of bra and panties.

The very fact that some of her was so easy to see, but that those intimate parts of her were still to be uncovered, plus the overlying allure of the double layer of filmy fabric, created an image that sent my blood pressure soaring - and made my cock quickly jerk itself even more throbbingly upright.

‘Well it seems you not only like my little gift, but you also like what you see.’ she said in a tight-throated whisper.

‘You get more beautiful every day!’ I answered. And it was true, apart from the sexily sensuous curves of the rest of her, there was her face - its fine bone structure giving her what would always be a lifelong beauty, now freshly made-up; with discretely stronger liners and high-lights enlarging her already large, wide-set and lash-fringed eyes; and her lips being much more richly glossy than they had been just a short time before - Vida truly was quite indescribably beautiful.

The combination of face, figure - and the gossamer-like fabric that enveloped it - was too much, it overwhelmed me!

But even so, when she said what she did I was momentarily perplexed. ‘I think we should remove at least the lower part of your pyjamas my darling.’ she said as she moved and crouched down in front of me. ‘I think if you keep them on we will end up with stains that might spoil them for another day.’ she explained as she carefully tugged them downwards.

I instantly realised that of course she was right - the state my cock was already in would mean that it would no doubt soon be seeping, and as by then we both knew from too many previous occasions, semen can be very hard to get out of certain materials.

“Should I do what I usually do my darling?’ she asked solicitously as the soft coolness of her fingers gently closed around the rearing shaft.

‘Not this time!’ I grunted as she slowly slid her hand up towards the head.

With that, although I was reluctant to actually do so, I slipped off both the kimono and the top half of the pyjamas. ‘I’ll put those lovely things back on, later.’ I said as I removed her hand from around my cock and pulled her to her feet, then took her in my arms and kissed her. And although the feel of the silken pyjamas brushing against my cock had been thrilling, right then the feel of her thigh pressing against it was even more so.

I held, kissed, and caressed her, one hand fondling one or other of her breasts, the other, her bottom. But of course it wasn’t too long before the lure of the treasure that lay waiting elsewhere became too strong to resist and while one hand continued squeezing her arse, the other slid down between us and up beneath the hem of the nightie, to her panty covered pussy.

Even the finely woven nylon I found there could do little to disguise Vida’s surprisingly fast arousal and as I allowed my fingers to press up between the poutingly swollen lips I felt the hot wetness of her seeping through it.

So when I felt her body trembling even more strongly I bent down and pulled a small coffee table across towards her, and said. ‘I think my lady is in need of some attention.’ Then with no more ado, I knelt, raised the hem just enough to get it over my head. ‘Ah, mon cher - what good ideas you have!’ she whispered huskily as I moved forward, reached up to hook my fingers over the edge of her panties, and then began easing them over her hips.

As I pulled them down I released the always powerfully arousing scent of her sex, and even as it began to have its usual effect on me, I lifted one of her feet up to rest on the table, and dropped myself lower so I could slide forward beneath her.

Arching my back I reached up and pressed my mouth against her, tasting the sweet acridity of her as I slid my tongue along the already pouting furrow between her pussy-lips. Then, as I ran it back and forth, I sometimes let it probe a little more deeply up between the clinging folds. But, given how little time we had previously been actually fondling and caressing each other I was surprised at just how wet she actually was, and each time I pushed my tongue upwards I felt some of her juices running into my mouth or trickling down over my chin.

Even as I was doing that the trembling shivers I had felt running through her body began to dramatically intensify, turning to much stronger, juddering shudders - and I realised she was responding to me licking her pussy even more quickly than she usually did!

Knowing just how powerfully she always climaxed when I did that for her I reached up around her and took a tight grip of her bottom, pressing my fingers firmly into the tautly silky flesh, then slipped my tongue back out of her and began flickering it up over the jutting ridge of her clitoris.

In fact it was no more than a few all-too brief minutes before I felt the start of her orgasm hitting her; her hands dropped around my head, her finger-tips almost clawing at me as she pulled me hard up against herself, very nearly suffocating me as her thighs gripped me and her crotch pressed tightly downwards. But at least my tongue was able to continue doing its work, and, every now and then snatching a quick lungful of air, I kept it moving long enough to see her through to the end of what was obviously a long, and powerfully rolling series of climactic peaks. By which time of course my face had become all but covered with what I always thought of as being my reward for providing her with such gut-wrenching climaxes, the copious flow of her pussy-juice.

By then the combination of stimulations I had received - any one of which would normally be more than enough to fire me up; the feel of the silk pyjamas brushing against me, the sight of Vida in that fabulously sexy negligee, the scent of her arousal, and then feeling her respond to me as strongly as she had just done - seemed to have turned me from the thoughtfully loving partner that I normally considered myself to be, into something that felt much more like some dementedly ravenous sex-fiend - and I knew exactly what I had to do. 

Pulling myself back out from underneath her I moved the coffee table closer, giving Vida something on which to support herself, then moved around behind her, and having pressed her down on to hands and knees and flipped the nightdress high over her back, spread her legs, then pushed my almost obscenely inflamed cock forward between her dripping pussy-lips. And it was of course nothing more than a pure illusion, but in my head I was sure I could hear the sizzling sound generated as the red-hot flesh plunged deep into the tightly clinging wetness of her sex!

‘Oh yes lover, that’s what I want now!’ she gasped as the hot, unyielding length thrust deeper. ‘But this time don’t think about me, just let yourself go whenever you need to darling!’ she added breathlessly as I gripped her hips and then fully embedded myself.

And what she wanted was of course exactly what I needed. After all the stimulation I had already received, the tension inside me had become almost unbearable. My balls felt as though they’d swollen to at least twice their normal size, and the amount of semen that must have accumulated by then were making them achingly painful.

So I wasted no time on any of the more subtle techniques I usually employed, simply began thrusting forcefully back and forth, watching the muscles in Vida’s arms and shoulders flexing as she braced herself to withstand the expected pounding. Each forward push sent waves of super-intense pleasure through me, and as I steadily increased the speed of my action I heard her words ringing in my head. ‘Don’t think about me, just let yourself go whenever you need to!’

But even if she hadn’t given me that permission, I doubt I would have really had any choice; by then the internal pressure had risen so high that even if for some reason I had wanted to do something else, I doubt my body would have been able to do anything but what it was - powering back and forth with ever increasing speed and force. And as it did so, the thrills I was experiencing were so amazingly strong they completely overwhelmed everything else.

For a little while I was vaguely aware of the disjointedly uncoordinated noises we were both making; gasps, grunts, groans, the occasional more noisy exclamation of even more excited delight, but then those, and everything else, even the normally distinctive cries Vida made when she reached her climax, simply vanished from my consciousness.

I was of course, at least sub-consciously aware of the build-up; felt the tension inside me increasing, felt the sudden rush of blood that signalled the closeness of that final, incomparably dizzying excitement, felt my balls tightening as they rose up to press against the base of the shaft, then felt the intensity of thrills I was getting sharply rise as the friction between my cock and the Vida’s spasming cunt suddenly increased.

Then there was nothing but the overwhelming sense of rapturous exultation as every nerve ending fired, every muscle and fibre in my body contracted - and then the only thing that seemed to matter was just how much of my hot, sticky semen I could pump into her.

And that time it seemed to take very much longer than usual to fully satisfy me. Even after the draining effect of the first three or four truly massive eruptions I felt the need to continue thrusting back and forth. And although not every single one was productive, the sense of urgency remained, and the thrills caused by even the intermittent spurts were strong enough to keep me going.

But of course, eventually, my body simply gave up on me, and, letting go her hips and sliding my hands down around her, I cupped her breasts and leant forward to kiss the back of her neck. ‘That was truly wonderful my darling!’ I gruffly whispered in her ear.

‘It still is, please don’t move yet.’ she replied in a hoarsely muffled voice.

Naturally I did as she’d asked, holding myself still as I kissed her neck and shoulders and my hands stroked and gently squeezed her still tautly swollen breasts.

Vida held herself as still as I was while those rippling echoes of our passion gradually diminished and slowed, then pulled herself forward off me, rolled over and pulled me down on top of her. ‘A kiss please.’ she said as she wound her arms tightly around me.

Not surprisingly, after the busy days at work and the long journey down, that mutually exhausting sex more than satisfied us for the night - and having rinsed ourselves down, I slipped back into my already precious pyjamas, and together we slid between the sheets - and slept.

******

It may seem strange, but it was only when I woke the following morning that I actually twigged as to why we were in the town that were - until then it had merely been Vida’s choice of a somewhere we could enjoy a few days both relaxing and doing the things that we most enjoyed doing, together.

I made us some coffee, then awoke her with a kiss - and once the bleary sleepiness had gone from her eyes, I said. ‘This is where your friend, the beautician, has her business, isn’t it.’

‘That’s right, I’m surprised it took you so long to make the connection.’ she replied with an impish grin.

‘Oh I think I’ve just had too many other things on my mind in the last week or so darling.’

‘True, isn’t it bliss that we can leave all that stuff behind us for a few days.’

‘Mmm, I plan on not buying a newspaper, not listening to or watching any sort of news program, and absolutely refuse to either mention or even think about anything to do with work.’ I stated firmly.

‘Me too, now come here and give me another kiss please.’

Of course, as they always say - ‘one kiss led to another’ - then kisses turned to caresses, caresses to firing something deeper and really before either of us knew it, we were soon beginning the slow, but what eventually proved to be yet another deeply satisfying act of love-making.

So by the time we had finished, then each completed the necessities of life in the bath-room we headed down for breakfast somewhat later than I imagined most of the small hotel’s guest would, but was relieved to see I had been mistaken in that. ‘I think you might find that many of them have been diverted in much the same way that we have been my darling.’ Vida replied when I expressed surprise at the continuing arrival of several more late-comers. ‘This hotel has a reputation for being even more discrete than most are about who is staying here, that’s one of the reasons I chose it.’ she added.

‘So you have been here before?’ I ventured - and admit, was pleasantly relieved to hear her answer.

‘Oh no Alan, my friend recommended it, she has several of her clients who regularly stay here.’ she explained.

‘I look forward to meeting this friend of yours; she sounds a most interesting woman.’ I replied as we made our way along the table bearing a wide selection of breakfast dishes.

‘Oh you will, you certainly will, but before doing so I have a small shopping trip planned for us.’

However, no matter how I cajoled and questioned her, Vida would say nothing more than that, so we sat quietly enjoying our meal, then, once replete, set off for what she assured me was no more than a relatively short walk to the shop she wished us to visit.

Of course, as I had guessed, it was a lingerie shop, but if the length and number of the street-front windows were any indication, it was far larger than I would have expected such a shop, in such a town, to be. It was obvious from the style and look of the frontage that what was now one shop had originally been several, and although each of the window areas contained a display of various sorts of sensuously fine lingerie, none gave visual access to whatever lay behind them - one would have to actually enter the shop to see what other delightful articles it might have for sale.

And it was only rather much later than I actually discovered just how large the premises were.

By that time I had lost most, if not all of my original nervous embarrassment at being in such places, and when I saw that not only was I not the only man there, but also that not each of those that were, were in fact accompanying a woman, I felt completely relaxed.

The shop had been cunningly designed to afford the maximum amount of privacy possible in such a shop, having none of the sometimes barn-like open spaces simply jammed full of racks of clothing. Instead of that it was more like a series of intimately small shops, each separate area obviously specialising in a particular type or style of garment. Bra and panty sets in one of the larger ones, with others for; teddies and bodysuits, corsets, suspenders and garter-belts in a range of styles and greater or lesser degrees of brevity, a wide variety of camisoles and slips, nightgowns and coupled negligees, stockings and an extensive range of other forms of hose, and, discretely positioned towards the back of the shop, a section for the even more explicitly erotic forms of underwear.

Each section had at least one female assistant, some young, some rather more mature, but all of them were both attractive and elegantly groomed.

‘So are we looking for something in particular, or is it a matter of what catches our eye?’ I asked.

‘I think a little of both.’ Vida cryptically replied. ‘You have a wander around for a few minutes, if you see something you or I might like, have it put aside - I expect I’ll be back in a minute or two.’ she added as she headed off through the apparent maze of section dividers.

Other than our mutual delight in both underwear and night attire Vida had very early on discovered my love of stockings, and we had already accumulated a huge selection of colours and styles that she had always been more than eager to wear for me - even to work. Just knowing that she had them on underneath her formally conservative business suits, often provided me with a few moments of personal excitement, even on the many days I had little or no physical, or even visual contact with her. And of course, when the mood took us, I sometimes wore either stockings or pantyhose myself, and we had quite a few, although in more limited designs and styles, that were able to comfortably fit me.

So I made my way to the section dealing with hose, and spent more than the ‘minute or two’ Vida had indicated she might be away, feeling myself starting to become aroused by just the sight and feel of the packages containing those enchantingly wispy items, and in fact purchasing half a dozen pairs of colours and designs that I knew we didn’t already have.

But even as the young woman was wrapping my purchase, Vida reappeared. ‘Ah there you are - I should have guessed I’d find you here! You can come and meet my friend now.’ she added.

Although I was confused - having been led to believe that her friend owned a beauty salon, not a lingerie shop - I followed her towards the back of the store and even before we were close enough to be introduced I knew which of the several women that were in that area was her friend.

She was tall, in fact even a little taller than Vida herself, curvily slim, and with what appeared to be, even for a woman of her height, remarkably long legs. A honey-blonde, and, unlike many women with that coloured hair, hers was obviously glossily thick. But although her overall appearance was undoubtedly attractive, even from the distance I first saw her, it was her face that really commanded my attention.

Even without the generally lightest of make-up that she appeared to be wearing, I somehow knew that she would have that classically English ‘peaches and cream’ complexion. Her nose was slim and straight, her mouth wide and full-lipped, highlighted by the rose-pink lipstick that gave them a ‘just licked’ look.

But in spite of the overall loveliness of her face it was hers eyes that truly riveted me. Surmounted by slenderly arched eye-brows; they were large, with long, presumably darkened eye-lashes that, coupled with the liners and shading, and the surrounding whiteness of the eyes themselves, made the almost cornflower blue irises seem even larger.

‘Isn’t she something!’ Vida whispered before we were too close for the woman to hear. ‘I’ve lost track of how many clients end up falling in love with her - just don’t you dare to even think of doing the same thing!’ she added as a hissing warning. - then - ‘Joanna! I’d like you to meet the man in my life - the one I told you about. Alan - Joanna.’ she said when we were a mere arm’s length away.




My Secret Life Ch. 03



‘Delighted to finally meet you Alan.’ she said in a low, well-modulated, English accented voice.

‘As I am Joanna, though Vida led me to believe it was beauty salon you owned, not an establishment as wonderful as this place.’

She smiled, gave a throatily low chuckle, and replied. ‘Oh I do, the beauty salon is adjacent, and when you are ready I’ll take you through to there.’

‘I think we should do that now Joanna - that is if you’re ready for us.’ Vida said. ‘As you see, Alan has already found something to buy, and if we don’t move along I think he might well end up spending the rest of the day out here.’

‘Very well, come along with me.’ Joanna replied, turning and leading us towards a door in one corner at the rear of her shop. ‘As you will see Alan, these premises are rather large, that was one of the things that initially attracted me to them. The facilities I had in Brussels became extremely cramped, and there just would never have been room enough for me to do some of the things I, and my clients, wanted me to - at least not at a price that would have been economical.’

With that she led us through into what it had always been one of my fantasies to enter - her beauty salon itself.

Well at that moment we were actually in the reception area of the salon, but even so, just being that close, and having the anticipation of any minute going through to the key area, was exciting.

‘There is a short arcade running down beside the two premises, and that door leads in from there.’ Joanna explained as she pointed to a large, double, glass swing-door. ‘As many of my clients visit both premises I had this additional doorway installed during the renovations, it just makes everything so much more convenient, for everybody.’ she explained.

Then, as we were about to follow her through into the main salon, I asked. ‘Are you sure it’s all right for me to come in. I mean won’t there be a risk of me embarrassing someone, I mean, having a man in there?’

Joanna chuckled a little more loudly than she had before. ‘You will not be the only man in there Alan, at least not in the section we will be entering - the more personal treatments are carried out in small, private rooms, as you will find out for yourself.’ she added as she led us through the next doorway.

Even as she swung the door ajar I was immediately virtually intoxicated by just the aroma that drifted out from inside; a heady mix of floral, citrus and spices - a scent that might well have been artfully created by a true par fumier, rather than being just the mix of unguents, lotions and creams that were presumably its actual foundation.

And of course the visual impact was equally strong. The colours; tones and shades of those predominantly found in the assorted species of the Fuchsia - magenta, various shades of pink, all the way through to the blush-tipped white of the apple blossom - and here and there, merely grounding the otherwise fantasy surroundings, and as though emulating the glossy green of the plant’s leaves, an item of equipment or furniture in that much darker shade.

But, quite apart from the impact of the scent and colours, there was the utter femininity of the place - and for perhaps the first time in my life, I deeply regretted that it was not actually Alana that was out in public, that it was not ‘she’ that was experiencing it. But as quickly as that thought had crossed my mind, it disappeared, and I was enveloped in the all-pervading atmosphere of the surroundings.

The overall area was subtly lit with indirect lighting, more useful, brighter light being provided for the individual client by small, adjustable and well shielded lamps. And although one or two of the lay-back chairs held men, most of them had female clients, all of whom were being attended to by an equal number of immaculately groomed and presented young women. Young women who were cheerfully cosseting and pampering their individual clients; smoothing oils and balms on grateful skin, gently palpating or massaging small surplus rolls of flesh, artfully applying the final cosmetics to a face about to be displayed to the outside throng.

I stood there; breathing in the very essence of that beautiful space, feeling things I had truly never, ever experienced before.

‘This way Alan.’ I heard Joanna’s voice gently say, then her slight tug at my sleeve.

Almost dream-like, I followed, Vida and I followed - followed her down through the row of chairs and the oh so very lucky women that semi-reclined in them, followed her through yet another door, then up a short flight of stairs, around and into a silken-hanging lined corridor, past several glossily dark green doors on either side of it, and into the room that she then led us to

Like the area below it was lit by low-level indirect lighting that suffused the room with a pearly glow and near the furthest wall was a chair that although similar to the ones below seemed in some ways to be rather more bulky than they had been. Alongside it were the usual sink, drawers, tops and shelves that obviously held the necessities of the trade. And near where we were standing was a small sofa with a couple of matching chairs, a small but elegant table, and tucked away in one corner, a computer desk set-up.

Pervading the room was a scent similar to the one from below, but over-riding even that, the smell of freshly percolating coffee. ‘Make yourselves comfortable please, I had the coffee put on for us a little while ago, it should be ready by now. We can relax, you and I get to know each other at least just a little better Alan, then we can discuss what I can best do for you.’ Joanna said as she indicated that Vida and I should take the sofa.

Once we were comfortably settled with a coffee she asked me what I hoped she could do for me, to which I initially responded rather cautiously by asking her exactly what Vida had already told her. ‘Not a great deal Alan.’ she replied. ‘But then Vida and I have known each other for many, many years, and she knows very well the types of services, and the calibre of clientele I prefer to specialise in, so I have presumed that your request may involve rather more than merely some sort of facial. Is that so?’

In one way I was pleased to hear that Vida had honoured her promise not to discuss my predilections with anyone - even with a friend that might be, if what I interpreted her guarded reference in her previous statement implied, considered to be ‘in the business’. Yet in another it would have been easier if she had saved me the embarrassment of having to admit to it myself! But I took another sip of coffee, then a long, deeper breath - and, even as I felt my face turning red, said. ‘I sometimes enjoy being dressed in feminine clothes.’

‘Ah, of course - many of my clients also enjoy that Alan. I thought it might have actually been something rather more unusual.’

‘Rather more?’ I exclaimed.

‘Oh yes, I have many clients with very much stranger pastimes than merely dressing in the opposite sex’s garments. And apart from being able to obtain much larger premises at a reasonable price, one of the other reasons I moved out of Brussels - apart from the truly appalling climate - was the fact that many of my clients were such high profile, easily recognised people, that merely entering or leaving my premises there was beginning to cause them very great difficulty. They much prefer to take a week-end away on the coast, then be able to quite unobtrusively pop in here.’ she added with a friendly smile. ‘But enough of them, we have no need to go into such things. So Alan, do I presume you would like me to shave and then give your body the equivalent of a facial?’

‘That would be wonderful!’ I stammered excitedly.

‘Very well.’ Joanna said, then turned back to Vida. ‘And I think I know what you need me to do for you, it’s that sweet little pubic decoration, isn’t it!’

‘Yes, Alan says he misses it.’

‘And I don’t blame him, though I say it myself it was one of my rather more erotic designs, and there are now quite of a few of them scattered around. But just one thing more, are you both comfortable being together in the same room, or would one of you prefer to go next door?’

‘I would much prefer to watch!’ Vida immediately replied. ‘That is if Alan doesn’t mind.’ she added as an afterthought.

‘Of course I don’t - you’ve seen me in virtually ever situation, why not this one. Anyway I’m curious to see exactly how Joanna goes about doing your pubis, and apart from any other reason, you may need to call on me to trim it sometime.’ I added with a grin.

‘Very well, top-up your coffee, I’ll just have another chair brought in here, then there’s just one more thing. The one rule I have for everyone who comes up to this floor is that before we do anything for them, they must each take a shower. I know it’s still early and you have probably already had one, but you will understand the rationale, and I’m afraid I cannot make any exceptions - even for my friends.’

Neither of us had any objection at all to taking a second shower and once another chair had been wheeled in, Joanna took us to yet another room, in which there were two adjacent shower cubicles. ‘You will find under-shorts and robes hanging there for you, once you are finished, please put them on then rejoin me in the other room, I’ll be ready for you by then.’

Having showered and dried myself I pulled on the white, zip-fronted brief nylon shorts that Joanna had mentioned, then pulled on the short-sleeved and front buttoned, almost knee-length coat that matched them - allowing myself the pleasure of enjoying the tingling thrill of having the feel of that material pressing and moving against my skin. Then the even further sense of delighted excitement I got from watching Vida’s moistly dripping body stepping out from her cubicle.

For a moment I was tempted to remove what I had just put on and take her in my arms, feel our bodies press skin to skin - but then I sensibly remembered that Joanna would be waiting for us, and right then the anticipation of what she was going to do proved to be even stronger than the temptation that Vida’s gorgeous body held for me.

Vida had been provided with two items that were almost identical to those that I was wearing and once she had donned them, we made our way back to the room we had been in before.

Joanna had also removed the blouse and skirt she had had on before and was wearing a white, nylon coat very similar to ours, but unlike us, she had also pulled on over her long-fingered and beautifully manicured hands, a pair of fine latex gloves.

‘Good,’ she said as we entered, then, indicating the two waiting chairs, ‘Vida, that one please, and Alan, this one’s for you.’

‘Now Alan,’ she said as we settled ourselves, ‘what form of hair removal do you usually use; creams, wax or the razor?’

‘I’ve never liked either the smell or the mess of the creams, and wax is good, but it’s time consuming - and anyway, I have to admit I actually rather like the feel of the razor.’ I replied.

‘Yes, many men do.’ she said. ‘But are you prepared to let me break the law a little?’

‘Break the law, what do you mean?’

‘This!’ she replied, holding up what I immediately recognised as on old-fashioned, cut-throat razor. ‘If you have never been shaved by one of these you have never experienced what a real ‘close shave’ can actually feel like. However, health and safety issues have these days made them all but illegal, well in most places they have. But if you are prepared to let me do so, I promise you I can give you the shave of your life with one of these!’ she added.

‘Are they safe?’ I asked a little nervously - just the sight of the long, obviously keenly edged blade glinting with reflected light, making me more than a touch apprehensive.

Joanna chuckled. ‘Alan, these things have been used for hundreds of years, it’s only the bureaucrats that have started to worry about them in recent times. Your grandfathers, well certainly your great-grandfathers, would have used them every single day of their lives - and few of them would have had the expert training that I and some of my senior girls have had. I’ll tell you what, you’ve obviously already had a shave this morning - what, two hours ago?’ she asked.

‘About that.’ I agreed.

‘Well I’ll give your face another one, with this, then you can tell me how it feels, and if you like the result - and I don’t start any sudden flow of blood, well at least not from your skin!’ she added cheekily. ‘I’ll do the rest of you the same way. OK?’

‘Go ahead!’

And for the next few minutes that’s precisely what she did, gave my face its second shave of the morning - but while she was doing so she also took that opportunity to explain to the pair of us exactly how her business operated.

‘Obviously downstairs is just what it seems, a lingerie shop and beauty salon - and I have to say that they are both doing extremely well. But here on the upper floor things are a little different. On this side of the corridor there are several rooms that are similar to this one, then on the other side I have what I like to call the ‘display rooms’ and I recommend you go across to one of those later. Many clients that come up here will have selected items from below that they are interested in buying, and the display rooms give them an opportunity to check the garments for both their fit and their actual appeal. For those, like yourself, that haven’t already done so, there is a small, select range of items up here, so they also have that additional choice.’

‘But isn’t there a potential problem of clients spoiling or damaging the merchandise?’ Vida asked.

‘Oh I have a policy similar to the one you find in many glass and china shops Vida - spoil it, you own it!’ Joanna replied. ‘But we do have something that helps prevent a client accidentally staining a garment. I’ll demonstrate that a little later.’ she added cryptically.

‘I normally charge, though this will not of course apply to you - at least not for this visit today - what I call a ‘service fee’ for clients booking in for what we have to offer them up here; then there are the charges for whatever actual service or treatment they require, plus the additional sales we usually make while they are trying on or simply browsing through the range of items on display. So the upper floor is actually more profitable than the one below - and this was exactly the opportunity I saw for the business in Brussels, but just never could have afforded the rent premises of this size would have cost me there.’

‘And the range of services you provide Joanna?’ I asked.

‘Ah, if I may say so Alan, that’s a very typical male question.’ she answered with a knowing grin, then used a typically British bit of vernacular in her reply. ‘But with the clear understanding that this place is certainly not just some expensive sort of ‘knocking shop’ - the answer is, it all depends! I will say this though - if we find that a client becomes far too - well shall we say, ‘agitated’ - the girls will assist him or her in providing what you might call, ‘manual relief’. But that’s it, nothing else!’ she added vehemently.

‘Him or her! You also have female clients?’ I asked.

‘Of course we do Alan - this is the twenty first century! And not many of them want something as simple as Vida’s sweet little pubic decoration.’ she added with a knowing a smile.

By then my facial shave was complete and when I ran my hand over my chin, I was truly amazed, even after the most careful shave I had never felt my face anywhere near as slickly smooth as it did. ‘That’s phenomenal!’ I admitted.

‘So, should I do the rest of you the same way?’

‘Oh yes please!’ I exclaimed excitedly.

‘Very well, but I’ll take care of Vida first, and while I’m doing that I’ll leave a moist towelettes around your face, that will help to cleanse the pores. A shave as close as this actually helps to bring any surplus oils to the surface, this will assist in removing any tiny particles of dirt or grease that may have penetrated into the pores. And once I remove the towel you will find that your skin will feel both taut and fresh.’ Joanna explained.

Having spread the fresh smelling towel around me Joanna turned to Vida and said. ‘OK, relax, I’m just going to adjust the chair - you can pretend you’re in the gynaecologist’s my dear.’ Then, with the low hum of a couple of electric motors the chair began to change shape; lifting Vida a little bit higher, then a section at the front dropping away so her legs were left dangling down over it.

‘Just unbutton your coat, then slip the shorts down for me - and as the nasty doctor always tells us - ‘spread them wide apart for me please’.’ Joanna said as she bent to pull a stool from out beneath the chair and moved around to sit between Vida’s splayed legs.

I was disappointed that I was in completely the wrong position to see either Vida’s delectable pussy, or exactly what Joanna was doing it to it - but, from the moment Joanna sat herself down, I realised I wasn’t going to be without at least something attractive to look at. There were Joanna’s legs!

As I had mentally noted the very first moment I saw her; she really did have remarkably long legs - and in just the time it had taken to follow her up the short flight of stairs, I had seen how slenderly shapely they also were. With her sitting where she was - on the low stool, and wearing what she was - the white nylon coat, and having done what she had - carelessly left the bottom button or two unfastened, I found I could actually see quite a lot of them!

Well at least I could see enough to realise that what she was wearing was a pair of stockings, not pantyhose, the lower edge of the dark, lacily patterned welt was enough to give that away.

Then, as she began to work on shaping and clearing Vida’s surplus pubic hair, she naturally had to shift and alter her position, and little by little, just an inch or two more of her legs and thighs began to become exposed - not just the entire welt of the stockings, but even the creamy whiteness of the bare flesh above them.

They really were, I had to admit to myself, truly beautiful thighs - not just long, but smooth and firmly rounded, and showing not the slightest trace of any hint of unsightly dimpled wrinkling.

Vida’s legs had always been a genuine source of excitement and pleasure for me; whether from merely looking admiringly at them, or stroking them, pressing my face against them, or from feeling them winding themselves around me. And even just watching her walking around at the office had often been quite enough to send my blood pressure rising.

But, I had to admit, even by comparison with those much-loved legs and thighs, Joanna’s were unquestionably and indisputably, absolutely superb!

Then something happened that made me wonder if my presumption had been askew - the presumption that the bottom buttons on Joanna’s coat had been ‘carelessly’ left undone. I must have been staring wide-eyed and unblinking for quite some little time, so very nearly missed the movement - but when I blinked and looked up, I saw that Joanna had already lifted her head, and was right then looking directly at me. So - I thought - she must have seen exactly where my attention had previously been riveted! But even as I felt the guilty flush spreading across my face; she gave me a smile, then the longest, slowest, and certainly the most seductively erotic wink I’d ever seen…

Then the moment passed and she returned to finish the trimming of Vida’s pussy, and I closed my eyes, and did the best I could to relax, and also to still the thoughts that the sight of those legs, and the accompanying seductive wink, had started whirling around inside my head.

But it wasn’t too long before such thoughts were actually the very last thing on my mind. Once Joanna had finished with reshaping Vida’s pubis she turned back to me. ‘Right, how does your face feel now?’ she asked as she removed the towel.




My Secret Life Ch. 04



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.


Part 4

Once back in Brussels we continued, in a much more seriously detailed manner, the conversation we had started during our week-end away - whether to combine our lives in a more practical fashion, and if so in which of our two separate apartments should we live. We both had relatively long leases, so would have the same problem of breaking one whichever we chose, and although my apartment was undoubtedly larger, Vida’s had a far more pleasant outlook. However, in the end the convenience and usefulness of additional space won out over pretty views.

That decision having been made, Vida put the word out amongst her friends and contacts that her apartment could be available and within a week or two she had found a woman who, having recently separated from her husband was actually quite desperate for a place of her own. So, as she had impeccable references the lease transfer turned out to be hardly any problem at all and within a matter of days Vida began the always difficult process of sorting and packing her possessions and then selling some furniture and moving those pieces that were most precious to her, in with mine.

We had also agreed that we should continue to resist the temptation to show-off any of our additional purchases we had each separately made from Joanna’s shop on the Monday of our brief holiday, until we had the time and opportunity for a long, quiet evening at home. And as the combination of our return to day-to-day work and then the planning of the details of Vida’s move kept us busy, it was actually several weeks before such an opportunity presented itself. And as neither of us knew exactly what it was that the other had purchased that meant there was often a pleasantly underlying air of anticipatory tension hanging in the air between us.

Not that we deprived ourselves of our own style of sexual foreplay - far from it! And the fact that my absolutely all-time favourite piece of body decoration - Vida’s fine-pointed arrow-head of pubic hair - had been re-created, in itself ensured that I would be more than eager for any opportunity to both see, and get intimately close to it!

Of course I had both welcomed and celebrated its return that very first night, the Saturday, asking Vida to wear her most transparent panties beneath whatever she planned to wear for dinner that evening. Which she agreed to with the proviso that I wear something she would find just as appealing. So as we dined we enjoyed the knowledge that beneath our conventional, outer attire, each was making a display that would soon be the trigger for own brand of mutual enjoyment. And once on our way back to our room we both eagerly anticipated the moment when we would get around to showing off to each other not only the particular underwear we had selected, but also what it contained.

In my case I had chosen a pair of panties made from some sort of light burgundy coloured man-made fibre; it was slickly shiny, and although fitting me snugly, was sufficiently stretchy that I knew that as my cock grew to its full size it would cling with dramatically shape-fitting closeness. Of course the fact that Joanna had given me a much closer shave than I had ever previously experienced had meant that from the very first moment I pulled them on I had been getting the most amazingly sensuous tactile thrills from the feel of having the slippery fabric next to my skin.

The combination of those, plus the thoughts of what Vida might actually be wearing beneath her dress had kept me in an almost permanent state of excited semi-arousal for much of the time it took us to have dinner, and with the prospect of the unveiling being only minutes away, as we returned to our room I felt the crotch of my panties stretching as my cock began further lengthening and stiffening itself.

However, remembering one of the things Vida had said while Joanna had been shaving me - that she really liked seeing the actual engorging process in action - I found myself hoping that my cock would still have something in reserve, so that when we got around to stripping off I could watch her reaction when she was able to see at least its final upwardly jerking movements.

So once we closed the door behind us I ignored our usual practice of heightening our mutual sense of anticipation by each slowly helping the other out of their clothes, and having taken her through to the bedroom quickly began to get rid of mine. Vida took the hint and began doing likewise, and of course she was very much quicker, and when I saw what dainties she had been hiding from me all evening - I gasped with quite undisguised astonishment!

She had obviously kept my request in mind, that she should wear something that would best show off her freshly trimmed decoration, and what she had chosen was not only that, but also something completely new to me. It was perhaps the skimpiest set of bra and panties I had ever seen her in and apart from the amount of what appeared to be no more than some sort of ultra-fine net being absolutely minimal, its colour was neutral - ‘no-colour’ - and so if it hadn’t been for the slight marks where the edges pressed down into her skin I could have easily been convinced that she was actually naked.

But in spite of there being such a large area of her delectable body on display, of course the only detail I really focussed on was that much-missed part of her; the fine-pointed arrow-head of pubic hair. The almost colourless net that covered it may have marginally reduced the contrast between it and the creamy paleness of her skin, but by so little that it could be all but discounted - well right then, and at least in my eyes it could! The freshly shaved outline was crisply clear, and the shape virtually identical to the one I had been carrying in my memory for the previous ten years. And although I had still always enjoyed burying my head between her thighs, and in the weeks we had been reunited had spent many, many hours ‘down there’, I knew that the return of that iconic decoration would see me spending even more of my time doing that - ‘worshipping at the shrine’ of her breathtakingly sublime sex.

By then I had, luckily, pushed down my trousers and had been in the act of stepping our of them as her dress fell to the floor, so she really couldn’t help seeing for herself just how powerfully the sight of her had affected me. And from the way her eyes widened as she saw my all-too predictable reaction, it seemed that her enjoyment at seeing the bulge in my panties suddenly jerking to reinvigorated life, was just as intense as mine was in seeing her in those flimsies.

The effect of the sight of that long-missed arrow-head was so incredibly strong I completely ignored all the usual niceties Vida and I normally went through before we proceeded to the more serious parts of our love-making; holding, kissing, caressing, and of course the equally powerful, continuingly slow building of our individual anticipation. Instead, I simply pushed her down on to the side of the bed, spread her legs wide apart and knelt between them.

At first I did nothing more than kneel there; gazing at her, at her mound, the arrow-head of hair, and the obviously already moistly pouting pussy-lips beneath it. Although there were many times when I might have debated whether it was her face that was the single most beautiful part of her, or perhaps it was either her breasts or her legs; right then it was perfectly clear, that for me, this was without any doubt not only the most sexually exciting part, but also the most beautiful!

I have no idea just how long I spent in that silent, perfect adoration - allowing the image to be burnt into my memory banks - but aware that my cock was responding in its own particular, if much more primitive, way. But even so, perhaps because its sensitivity was just as primitive as my cock’s, after a minute or two I felt my nose twitch, it had detected that other, always powerfully arousing characteristic of her body, the always unmistakeable scent of Vida’s own sexual arousal.

I glanced up, to see her staring down at me. ‘Is that all you’re going to do, just look?’ she asked in what was no more than a throatily low whisper.

‘Of course not my darling - but she looks so adorably beautiful I just want to be sure I never, ever forget the way she looks right now.’ I answered.

‘She will still be there for you tomorrow - and all the days after that.’ she replied. ‘But having spent the last couple of hours thinking about what we were going to do - and although I know it’s very un-ladylike of me to say so, she has by now become very, very demanding!’

‘Well I was always taught that a lady should never be kept waiting - well, at least not for too long!’ I said as I reached up for the waistband of those next-to-nothing panties, and then began easing them downward.

The net the panties had been made from was so delicately fine that they had been all but invisible, and I found that touching them was rather like handling the fine silken gossamer of a spider’s web - and as I slipped them down her legs then over and off from her feet, I felt its drifting threads curling, wrapping themselves around my fingers. I spent a moment or two doing my best to imagine what it would have felt like to actually have such finely woven garments enfolding me - but couldn’t!

But such imaginings were soon put aside when, in addition to the visual stimulus of her moistly pouting pussy and erotic decoration, the full strength of the aroma drifting up from her sex hit me; as it always did, it affected me even more strongly than any other conceivable aphrodisiac - and I felt my already straining cock, surge throbbingly.

So although of course there was no way she could have known it, Vida picked exactly the right moment to say what she did. ‘Before you start anything my darling, would you just stand up for me again - just for a moment or two?’

Of course I knew what she wanted, or at least I thought, and hoped I did - she wanted yet another quick glimpse of just how strongly I was responding to her. And of course I was male enough to want her to see that, want her to know that when the time came for us to move on to a more primitively straightforward activity she would find me more than well enough equipped to be able to satisfy her very deepest needs.

So I stood, watching for the hoped for expression of admiration on her face - and once again I certainly wasn’t disappointed. She stared; wide-eyed and her jaw literally dropped - ‘Oh Alan!’ she gasped. ‘By now you must be as big as you were by the time Joanna had finished shaving and putting those pantyhose on you! And by the look of things you’ve already leaked an awful lot of pre-cum!’

I glanced down and saw what she meant. Because the fabric my briefs were made from was so clingingly stretchy, it was by then clearly outlining almost the entire mass of my erection, even the shape of the bulbously swollen head was being made dramatically obvious; and there, at the tip, was a very large, very dark, and clearly very wet stain.

‘Don’t you think we should do something about that?’ she asked.

‘Later!’ I replied, then got back down on my knees and slid my hands slowly up the length of the insides of her legs.

‘Ooooh!’ she sighed, easing herself forward until her bottom was resting right on the very edge of the bed, then lying back and by slipping her hands beneath herself, lifted her hips.

In that position she of course gave me a completely unobstructed view of her pussy and by then I knew its many phases and conditions, intimately - had seen it when Vida was totally unaroused and it was no more than a tightly furled slit, to when, after we had finished making love, it lay there yawningly gaping, with the mix of my semen and her juices freely oozing back out it. So because I knew it so well, I could immediately see what she had meant when she said that it was sending her very demanding signals.

The lips were already swollen; both their puffiness and blood-red colour indicating just how engorged they had already become. The outer layer had already curled apart, exposing the brighter pinkness that lay deeper within them, and both layers were already sparkling from the fluids that must have been seeping from her for quite some little time.

I slid my hands further up her thighs, hearing her gasping groan of tingling delight as my fingers gently slipped down into that juicily welcoming cleft, then, obviously in anticipation of what I was about to do, felt her lifting herself just a little higher.

But I did something I hadn’t done with Vida before; instead of immediately starting to either lick or suck her pussy, I used the thumb and index finger of one hand to ease back the hood of her clit, then made her give several sharp squeals of surprise when I blew gentle little puffs of air over the exposed tip.

But guessing that they were giving her sensations that might be just too intense, I didn’t keep that up for long, relieving them by leaning forward and doing what I imagine she had first expected me to, pressing my mouth against her pussy and gently sucking it.

Then, using slow and gently sensuous movements I began to lick her; each time starting from below her pussy and trailing my tongue upwards, working up around first one side, then the other, sometimes lightly and sometimes just a little more deliberately, and repeating those moves over and over and over again - and only some time later using it to part, then probe up and down between her wet and puffily pouting folds.

Although I could see the head of her stiffening clitoris peeping out from beneath its protective sheath, as I wanted to give her as slow as possible lead up to her climax I was careful to avoid touching it directly. But apart from that, I used my mouth, lips and tongue as skilfully as I knew how to, and from her steadily increasing sounds of pleasure, could tell I was doing exactly what she wanted and needed. And it wasn’t too long before I felt all vestiges of tension in her body vanishing as she allowed herself to be carried away by the sensual pleasures my tongue was producing - only every now and then giving a sharp little cry or a deeply felt sigh as a particularly strong wave of delight flowed through her.

And I don’t mind admitting I made the very most of the fact that she was giving herself up to me so openly and willingly; feasting, gorging myself on her pussy, hearing the increasingly loud slurping sounds of my mouth sucking out the sweetly acrid juices that soon began flowing even more freely from her. And all that time keeping my eyes firmly fixed on that erotically charged arrow-head of pubic hair.

The only parts of her that didn’t seem to be focussing on what was being done to her pussy, were her hands and fingers. Sometimes they would be affectionately ruffling the hair on the back of my neck, sometimes gently moving my head so my tongue could reach a momentarily more sensitive spot, sometimes the fingers digging more strongly, tugging me just a little tighter against herself.

So I continued on - and it was only when I eventually heard her sounds turn to harsher, almost rasping groans; sounds that indicated she was finally building up towards her climax - it was only then that I allowed my tongue to slip up over the reddened spike that her clitoris had become.

Her reaction was almost instantaneous; her fingers tightened around my head and she lifted and pushed her pelvis even higher. Knowing exactly what she needed then I increased the speed of my tongue; flicking the tip of it up over the jutting head, licking the ridge above it faster and faster until finally I heard a harsh, hissing sound escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her then almost claw-like fingers digging into the back of my head and, as she arched herself even higher still, the contractions began.

Her hissing changed to a series of high-pitched cries and lower, more gaspingly guttural grunts as her whole body was gripped by a series of violent spasms, shuddering convulsions that I could feel coursing right up through her. And, as they rolled on, wave after wave; she clamped her thighs around my head, pressing her rippling pussy against my mouth and holding me so tightly that I began to find it hard to breath. And although I somehow still managed to suck and swallow even more of her liberally flowing juices, she was by then producing so much that I felt the surplus running down over my face.

I continued on until the slowly diminishing strength of the waves that had been surging through her told me she was finally winding down, but even when I finally pushed myself upwards I could see that her body was still shuddering and her face and neck remained flushed a dark, dusky pink.

‘That was absolutely phenomenal darling!’ she whispered croakily. ‘I don’t think you’ve ever affected me quite as powerfully as that!’

‘Well you have the re-created decoration to thank for much of that.’ I replied. ‘I think you must have forgotten just how powerfully it always turned me on.’

‘Maybe I did - but now I insist you let me get rid of at least some of that pressure inside you. I think that by now your poor cock must be about ready to explode! So just take those briefs off please my darling.’ she said, as she pushed herself back up into the centre of the bed, then turned so she had the head-board supporting her, and spread her legs wide apart. ‘By the look of things this isn’t going to take very long - so for now, just kneel up here, close to me.’

I instantly knew exactly what she planned to do - what had become our practice whenever I got myself far too worked-up from any of our more erotically charged foreplay activities; she would give me a, pressure-relieving climax with either her mouth or her hands - and obviously this time it was to be with her hands.

And I was proved absolutely correct! She watched with unblinking eyes as I stripped off the already wetly stained panties, then even though she knew that by then it must have become grossly engorged, she still gave a low gasp as my cock leaped into view. ‘Mon dieu!’ she muttered. Then as I knelt between her legs, she reached out and slipped her coolly gentle fingers over and around its hot and juicily slippery mass.

I had become so powerfully aroused during the time I had been licking her that just that first touch was very nearly enough to set me off, but Vida had never believed in merely providing me with purely thoughtlessly quick relief, believing that whatever we did there was always time for at least just a few more minutes of heightened anticipation. So at first she did no more than simply hold me, tenderly, caringly; then using just the tips of her fingers, she began to spread the fluids that were continuing to trickle out of the tip, not only over the head itself but also up and down the length of the shaft, and even down around my achingly swollen balls. And of course, because I had been given such an incomparably close shave by Joanna, even they were far more responsively sensitive to her touch than normal - and I heard myself grunting as the shock-like thrills her finger-tips generated ripped straight up my spine.

Then once she was satisfied it was sufficiently lubricated she reached one hand down beneath me and started tenderly rolling each globe, then curled her other hand gently around the shaft and finally began to slowly but firmly stroke it back and forth.

The sensations were of course absolutely and excruciatingly wonderful! And right then I couldn’t imagine how either her mouth or her pussy could have given me any that were in any way more powerfully exciting. The throbbing pulses that were surging up through me seemed to be triggering responses in my brain that overwhelmed everything but the centres in command of my life-support systems, and even some of those seemed to be spiralling out of control. I knew my heart was hammering faster than it should be, found it had become almost impossible to take even one single breath, and guessed that each individual nerve and muscle cell had begun firing or contracting in an almost chaotic rhythm.




My Secret Life Ch. 04



Even though I knew Vida was trying to make those moments and feelings last as long as possible for me, it was futile - my cock had been engorged and verging on the point of bursting for just too long, as had the churning and seething mass of semen in my balls.

But although she could tell from my cock’s reaction when I had reached that distinctive moment before its first actual ejaculation, nothing could have prepared her for the actual power of it! In the split-second before my eyes clamped shut as the full force of the blindingly-dizzying rush hit me, I saw the first gout streaking towards her face. Then all I knew were the strength of the incomparably ecstatic thrills I experienced as her exquisitely skilful fingers made my cock explode again, and again, and again!

Vida continued stroking, then pumping me until she was certain she had milked every last drop, and when I had finally wound down enough to reopen my eyes I admit I was astonished to find  that she seemed totally oblivious of the long, misshapen string of pearly semen I had shot all across her face. Instead of wiping that away she was almost lovingly fingering the pooling puddles that had landed on her breasts and stomach; using one hand to spread the splodges of sticky semen downwards, then mingling them with the juices her other hand was bringing up from her pussy.

I think that by then neither of us was capable of any movement other than collapsing together, giving our sweat, semen and pussy-juice coated bodies time enough to recuperate from the draining energies we had used. And it was only some long time later, after slow, almost tentatively exploratory caresses of each other than we actually made-love - at least in the way that most other people mean when they use that word.

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So, as I said before, although we had an active and more than varied sex-life in the weeks after returning home - and from time to time both dressed each other in something from our already extensive array of pretty things - we were both also anticipating when we would finally get to see something of what the other had bought during that Monday morning shopping session in Joanna’s lingerie shop.

Then when we finally decided that our separate and combined work and social engagements actually had blank spaces on a particular Friday night - which meant we could, if we wished - and were physically able - extend our activities through to the Saturday morning - we both agreed that should be the time for at least some of our mutual revelations. And although cooking was something we normally both enjoyed, I suggested that as that night was special we should save ourselves the trouble and simply arrange for one of the caterers we often used for business functions to deliver to us one of what they, perhaps a trifle inaptly, called their ‘executive banquets’.

I also said that as one of my purchases had been of a ‘his and hers’ outfit we might use that first night of ‘show and tell’, to try them - to which Vida readily agreed.

The purchase had been something from the more overtly erotic section at the back of Joanna’s lingerie shop, and what had first caught my eye was the fabric itself, and then its colour. It was perhaps the most glossily shiny satin I’d ever set eyes on, giving the impression that if I smoothed and flattened it, I would actually be able to see my own reflection in it. And its colour was not one I had ever previously worn - a brilliant ‘fire-engine’ red.

At first I was curious as to why what appeared to be just a rather elegantly tailored slip, should be included in that particular section of the shop. But when I looked just a little more closely I saw that the slip was not only available in ‘his’ or ‘her’ versions, but also came with matching pairs of panties. And a closer inspection of those immediately answered my original question - as neither included any kind of strengthening or lining at the crotch it was clear that their only purpose must be for display.

So, having taken delivery of our meal and popped it into the oven to keep warm, we began preparing ourselves for what we both hoped would be an even more special version of one of our evenings of purely personal sensual delights.

As had by then become our practice; Vida ran me a bath, adding the scented foam she used to soften my skin, then while I lay soaking in it, she took her shower. Just lying there, relaxing; yet being able to watch the dimly outlined shape of her through the steamy shower-glass naturally soon heightened my already keenly felt sense of anticipation, so once she had dried and slipped into her kimono, I had already developed a fair sized erection. And by the time she had worked her way over my body with the razor it was jigging enthusiastically up and down.

But although she would normally rid me of it with either her hand or her mouth, that time she did neither. ‘Just try to hang on to that my darling, while you dry yourself.’ she said as she scurried out of the bathroom.

She was back again so quickly that there wouldn’t have been much chance of me losing it and once I had finished drying myself she knelt and lifted my feet while she started to slip something up over them. ‘I know I’m cheating a bit - this is something I bought from Joanna’s, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me for bringing it out now.’ she said as she tugged upwards what I had at first thought were just a pair of the pantyhose that had the additional cock-piece included in them - that until then we had for some reason agreed not to try until we had seen the range of other items we had each bought.

But they weren’t - they were certainly made from the same sheer and ultra-fine nylon as the pantyhose, and certainly had the cock-piece, but they were actually no more than a short, square-legged pair of briefs!

‘You’ll have to do the rest my darling.’ she said once she had got them knee high, then, even though her eyes remained firmly fixed on my quiveringly rigid cock, added. ‘Is that parcel on the bed what you’ve got for me to wear tonight?’

‘Mmm, I hope you like them.’ I replied as I began to ease the slinkily tight-fitting nylon up over my freshly shaved skin - shivering a little at the tingling thrills that even doing that sent zipping up my spine.

‘I’m sure I will, see you in a little while.’ she said, taking a final, long-lingering look at my cock before she left me to finish adjusting the fit of the nylon briefs.

As a different way of heightening our excitement at seeing each other dressed in whatever we had chosen to wear, rather than dress each other, we sometimes used both of the two separate bedrooms. Vida taking ours, while I used the smaller, second bedroom that we both normally mainly used as a place to do any work we might have had to bring home with us.

Although the thought of putting on what was waiting for me in that other room was exciting, of course I couldn’t resist taking a minute or two to take a long, hard look at myself in the mirror. And, just as I had the first time I had worn the special pantyhose - the time I had seen myself in the mirror in Joanna’s salon - I couldn’t help thinking just how surreal the image looked. And the fact that the briefs were far less visually intrusive than the full length pantyhose had been, only served to make the unreality somehow yet even more real!

Even though I had always enjoyed the sensations the tightness that having full-length pantyhose covering my entire lower body always gave me, I recognised that the overall visual effect of what I would soon be wearing would certainly be improved by me not having odd coloured legs protruding from beneath the slip.

And with my cock already at virtually full size the nylon sheath was being stretched really, really tight; enhancing both the sensations it was physically giving me, and also making the image I could see, even more dramatically stimulating. I wondered just what sort of expression I would have seen on Vida’s face if she had waited just that little longer before leaving me. But, I felt sure, I would see that soon enough!

So I went through to the second bedroom, slid the brilliantly shiny and coolly slippery satin panties up over myself, shuddering at the feel of the tingling thrills I got as I adjusted the rearing length of my cock down into the left-hand leg part, then held my breath as I let the equally excitingly tactile slip slide down over my hairless body. Aaah, such unimaginably exciting delights I felt!

I knew that Vida would still be dressing, so, as there was not a mirror in the room I was using I went back into the bathroom to take a final look at myself. ‘Yes’ - I thought as I turned this way and that - ‘Vida will like that!’ Even though wearing the slip meant that there was a much less dramatic display of my core masculinity, as I moved and turned, the stiffly rearing length beneath it still made its presence known, and from some angles it was quite impossible to miss the size of the bulge that was pressing the shiny satin outwards.

Having gone through to the lounge-room I poured us a couple of drinks then waited for Vida to show herself. She wasn’t very long, but it would have been worth waiting ten times longer than it actually was, when she did finally walk through the doorway, she was literally breath-taking!

As she always did for such evenings, she had used a different, more dramatic make-up; accentuating the size and brightness of her lovely eyes by the skilful use of liners and shading around them, and had even somehow managed to find a lip-stick that matched in both colour and gloss, the fire-engine red of the brilliantly shiny satin.

Then of course the slip itself, on her body, was truly spectacular. The full, upcurving swell of her breasts filling the lacy bodice to near over-flowing, and the creamy whiteness of her skin being thrown into even sharper than usual contrast by the wispy red threads that formed the lace-work. Once I managed to drag my eyes away from that display, I saw how smoothly the line of the satin both fitted and followed the curves of her slender waist and gently flaring hips. But it was only when they travelled a little lower that what I saw made me gasp aloud. There, showing from beneath the just-above-knee-high, lace trimmed hem of the slip, was a pair of sheer and shiny, black stockings.

Now the combination of red and black has always had a particularly powerful effect on me - maybe it’s the black of the night, coupled with the red of danger that does it. The implication that this particular colour combination carries with it the hint, perhaps even the warning, that there is the distinct possibility of something dangerously illicit at hand!

However, whatever the reason, the combination of black and red is one that will nearly always ‘do it’ for me.

But, even in spite of the fact that the way she looked all but overwhelmed me, I was in for still yet one more thrill. Having paused for long enough for me to get a really good, long look at her, she moved - and as she came towards me I saw that although the pressure of her thighs against the brilliantly shiny satin set off lines of sparkling reflections, there was a narrow space between them, a narrow space of undoubtedly invitingly unreflecting shadow. And of course knowing exactly what lay hidden beneath that darker place, I felt a strong surge of additional blood pumping up into my already over-blown cock.

‘You look absolutely beautiful my darling - that colour really suits you.’ I said throatily.

‘And you look splendid too Alan, I like this purchase, I think we’ll wear them quite often.’ she replied.

With that we went into each other’s arms, both the sound and the sensations triggered by the two satin surfaces brushing, then crushing against each other adding just that little more to the excitement I was already experiencing - not to mention the feel of having her body pressing and rubbing the slippery material more tightly against my already super-sensitive cock.

I never tired of the sense of sheer delight I got from having the firm, warm fullness of her breast in my hand, especially when it was still enclosed in silk or lace, and as I gently fondled and squeezed it I felt its nipple tightening, then poking its way through one of the spaces and brushing against the soft centre of my palm. The other hand was providing me with just as much pleasure as it held and squeezed the taut roundness of her bottom, the double layer of material in the slip and panties slipping and sliding against each other as my fingers then moved around her to find Vida’s most sensitive spot.

And of course her hands hadn’t been idle; one slipping effortlessly up and down my back, then burrowing into the crack between my arse cheeks, the other working its way up underneath the slip to find, then begin gently, but rhythmically squeezing my throbbingly responsive, satin and nylon shrouded cock.

The first time I had worn the pantyhose I had fully expected that the inclusion of the moisture-proof lining would mean a reduction in the sensations I would get from my cock when it was stroked or fondled. And whilst that may have been at least to some small extent true, I had also found that there were compensations that massively outweighed it. The stimulating tightness I felt each time I pulled them up over myself of course increased as I fitted my cock and balls into the cock-piece, and then as I became still more excited and they grew increasingly swollen, that feeling of tightness grew proportionately stronger. And once my cock was fully erect, in the process stretching the thin nylon close to its limit, the close-fitting tension created thrills of its own - and of course made me even more sensitively susceptible to even the slightest touch.

So we continued standing there; kissing, fondling, patiently exploring each other’s most sensitive places through that slickly slippery satin. But although we both knew exactly how much pleasure we were each receiving from just that limited activity, in time, we each wanted just that little more - and, with our arms wound around each other, while our hands and fingers still slowly caressed one another, we slowly made our way to the waiting bedroom.

And it was only once we were standing beside our bed that I did what I had been holding myself back from doing before; trailing my kisses down the side of her neck, across her shoulder, then - as I slid the thin strap of her slip off it - bent to lick and nibble on one of her by then stiffly swollen nipples. Vida gave a low sigh of pleasure and I felt her hand slip up behind my head and press it a little more firmly against herself. ‘Oh Alan, that feels so very good!’ she whispered as my hand slid up to cup and squeeze the firm fullness of her breast.

Having spent a minute or two on one breast, by which time the swollen nipple had become much more rigidly spiking, I moved her backwards, and pressed her so she had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Then, having moved her legs sufficiently far apart for me to be able to kneel between them, I slid the other shoulder strap off and, with each hand cupping the weight of one of her breasts, began doing to the other nipple what I had done to the first.

Of course by then I knew very well just how sensitive and responsive Vida’s breasts could be - in fact on more than one occasion I had managed to take her all the way to a full orgasm just from sucking and fondling them - and was tempted to try to do so again. But on that occasion Vida herself had other ideas, and having allowed me to kiss and caress their silky firmness for what she obviously considered to be quite long enough, she gently pushed my head away from herself.

‘I know exactly what you’re trying to do for me my darling, and another time that will be lovely, but right now I need to feel you, I mean feel your wonderful cock inside me - please!’ she whispered throatily.

Of course my primary concern was to do what she wanted me to - and although I would have been more than happy to spend far, far longer either fondling her glorious breasts, or pressing my head up between those warm, nylon clad thighs, I was equally pleased to know that right then she needed me as much as she apparently did.

So, when she stood I slid my hands up under the slip so I could remove her satin panties - and felt powerful shivers of a brand new delight running through me as my fingers slipped up the sheer nylon encasing her legs, then brushed over the even more exciting curve of the silky tautness of her upper thighs. But when my fingers came in contact with the satin covering the fleshy mound nestling between them, I paused - it was wet, already almost soaking wet!

She gave a soft, low grunt as my fingers pushed between her thighs. ‘What brought this on so quickly?’ I asked as my fingers pressed against the unmistakable shape and feel of her wet and poutingly swollen pussy-lips.

‘I’m not sure darling, but even while you have been doing all those lovely things for me I haven’t been able to stop myself from either thinking about or wanting to have you inside me. And prior to that I had spent the time it took me to get ready thinking about just how exciting you would look in those panty-briefs.’ she explained, then, in a much more hesitant tone, added. ‘Please don’t take them off! Would you make love to me while still wearing them - like the way you did that other time, all those many years ago?’

I admit that it took me a few moments to understand what she’d meant by the phrase - ‘the way you did that other time’ - then the memory suddenly flashed back. The unforgettable memory of the first time we had made love after she had discovered my secret - the memory of how she had in effect made a silken condom for my cock by draping a fold of the gown I was wearing around it just as I had been about to push it into her. And then, even after all that time, I still recalled the memory of just how intensely exciting it had been to have both the silk of the gown and the velvet of her pussy stimulating me!

‘If that’s what you would like, of course I will my darling.’ I replied as I tugged the wetly clinging panties down over her hips, and in the process released the accumulated aroma of her arousal.

Of course the strength of that scent then made me want to do nothing more than bury my head up between her thighs; to lick and suck the juices that caused it, to eventually feel her writhing in helplessly rapturous excitement beneath me - but that too would have to wait for another time. So, once she had lifted her feet so I could slip the panties down off them, I pushed her down on to the bed, then got up and knelt above her.

Once in position, the combination of her pussy’s already sopping wetness and the slickness of its nylon sheathing meant that it took only the slightest nudge to push my cock all the way deep inside her. But although that was precisely what she had said she wanted, the suddenness of its full embedding still obviously took her completely by surprise. Her eyes flew staringly open and her mouth gaped even wider as she hoarsely cried. ‘Merdre! That feels even more monstrous than I imagined it would!’

Although the sensations I was getting were equally breath-taking I knew that the moisture-proof lining actually added very little to the girth of my cock - but, if in Vida’s imagination it did, who was I to spoil the effect for her, so, in spite of the thrills coursing through myself, I still managed to give her a tight grin as I replied. ‘Just keep that thought in mind as you enjoy it my darling.’

And I think she must have taken my advice because even though by then I had had an erection for quite an extraordinary length of time, and what we had already done to and with each other had certainly got me highly aroused, for some reason Vida had obviously become even much more so and after just a couple of dozen deeply plunging strokes I was surprised to see, feel and hear the familiar signs of her impending climax. Her face and neck had quickly become darkly flushed, her darkly engorged nipples were jutting sharply, I could feel her hips jerking in time with her pussy’s distinctively rhythmic flexing, and in addition to all those unmistakeable signals, her loudly gasping grunts were coming in much sharper, staccato pulses.




My Secret Life Ch. 04



Knowing exactly what she needed to provide the impetus that would finally push her right up over the top, I began thrusting far more vigorously; at the same time lifting myself so that as I pounded up and down, the glistening shaft of my cock rubbed firmly against her clitoris - and took the opportunity that position gave me to look down so I could watch the way it dragged her pussy-lips back and forth as it pistoned in and out of her.

As I knew it would, that certainly did it for her; and only a minute or two later, as she eagerly arched and thrust herself up to meet my down-thrusting cock, I felt her nylon clad legs lifting and winding themselves around my waist, then gripping and tugging me even more forcefully down into herself.

Of course it was impossible for me to tell precisely how many climactic peaks Vida experienced, but it was obvious that what I was doing was giving her even more than she was normally capable of. So, as I could by then feel the early warning signs of my own, I continued, thrusting as hard and as fast as I was physically able to - and, after another dozen or so, felt the exhilaration of the ball-tightening rush begin.

Given how our normal senses all but cut-out during the moments of actual ejaculation it may seem strange that it was only then that the thought occurred to me - how would the special pantyhose lining cope with what would clearly be a truly massive eruption of semen? But although with my cock buried to the hilt in Vida’s strongly flexing pussy I had no real way of telling, it certainly felt as though what I was pumping out was in fact being contained.

And surprising though it may seem, even through everything else that was going on inside both my body and my head, I could distinctly feel the difference between the sensations I normally got when my semen jetted freely, and the much tighter, more constrained effect they gave me as each gout found its way at least partially blocked. Perhaps some inner mechanism, somehow recognising that situation, attempted to fulfil its purpose by providing additional force to power each burst. Maybe it was just that as the absorbent lining became more saturated it simply clung ever more stickily tightly to my cock-head. But whatever it was, in some strange way it definitely seemed that even that difference was in fact actually adding to the level and intensity of the truly electrifying excitement I was feeling.

Then, even after I knew my cock had totally finished spouting; the combination of the still forceful grip of her legs and the clinging tightness of the panty-briefs, somehow maintained much of the hardness of my erection, and I was able to continue thrusting until after Vida’s briskly rubbing fingers had given her yet one more orgasm.

Even once it was clear that she had finally finished, I still held myself there, keeping my slowly wilting cock plugged deep inside her.

‘Ooh Alan, you’ll never know just how wonderful that was for me - and for you too I hope!’ she said somewhat breathlessly when she had eventually calmed down a little more.

‘Spectacularly so my darling!’ I replied.

‘And the panty-briefs worked - I mean in containing your ejaculation?’

‘I guess we won’t really know that until I take them off, but it certainly felt as though they did.’ I answered.

‘Well they certainly worked for me.’ she responded with a grin. ‘And although I really have yet to see them it was exciting having an even imaginary picture in my head - but it certainly felt as though you were bigger and even more potent than usual!’ she added.

‘If that’s what it felt like for you - then that’s what I was, my darling.’ I replied before bending down to kiss her, at the same time allowing my cock to slip squelchingly back out of her.

We lay there for a while but when I moved to start pulling off the panty-briefs she curled herself around so that she could more comfortably watch me. ‘I’m as curious as I expect you are to see just how well they worked.’ she explained.

Of course, knowing just how much fluid Vida produced when experiencing the kind of rolling climaxes she had just had, I fully expected to find the front of the briefs as soaking wet as they were. But when I began tugging them down and they unrolled themselves, the sudden gush of already slowly congealing semen that flooded out of them certainly seemed to prove the effectiveness of the moisture-proof lining of the cock-piece.

‘Well it looks as though if you wear them when we go shopping we should be able to avoid having any more disasters like that other day.’ Vida said with a mischievous grin - before bending herself down to lick up one of the larger dollops. ‘Mmm, delicious!’ she whispered throatily, then took my still partially thickened cock in her mouth and proceeded to suck and carefully lick it completely clean of every last drop.

*	*	*	*	*	*

Once we had started bringing out the items we had both bought at Joanna’s they were quickly added to the various things we already had in our occasionally dipped into ‘special wardrobe’ - and although by then we had many excitingly different outfits we each liked to dress each other in, the fire-engine red ones seemed to become amongst our favourites. And very often it was just the slips, without the accompanying panties! Apart from enjoying the sight of the way the satin sometimes slipped over, and sometimes clung to the shape beneath it, not having the panties on meant that we were each free to slide a hand up underneath and either confirm the actual level of arousal of the other, or, to teasingly induce such a state.

But of course in between those times when I joined-in the dressing-up games, there were far more times when it was just Vida who - knowing my all-too predictable reaction - set out to teasingly flaunt herself for me. And having seen, and then felt, the strength of my reaction to the virtually invisible scanties she had worn the first night after the resurrection of her pubic decoration, although she had a fascinatingly wide range of panties, she often wore those beneath what ever else she had decided to arouse me with.

And although lingerie remained our mutually favourite way of stimulating each other, she sometimes lulled me into a false sense of relaxedness before taking me completely by surprise.

The first time she did that had actually been accidental, but once she discovered how powerfully I could react to the situation, she from time to time repeated the effect by doing something similar - and nearly always with variations on the self-same end result!

It was an evening when we had both arrived home just a little earlier than usual, and, as we had neither a business nor social engagement, but had both had a rather tiring day, had agreed to simply spend it quietly watching a little television. But of course we first had a meal to prepare and, as was our usual habit, we both got rid of our business suit jackets before beginning to prepare the salad that would accompany the steaks we had waiting for us in the fridge. Whilst I immediately set about washing and chopping Vida said she would first prefer to freshen herself a little, so turned to head for the bath-room - and, as she had that morning worn one of my favourite suits, I twisted around to watch the departing swinging flare of the pleated skirt that was the part of it that I particularly liked.

I only had a few brief moments to watch her; but just the sight of her hips, the swaying pleats, and the movement of the nylon clad legs beneath them, were quite enough to set my thoughts turning to what lay just a little higher up.

As I have said before, I knew that even when going to work, Vida nearly always wore stockings, not pantyhose, so it was merely a question of which of the many delightful pairs she had put on that particular morning. Was it one of those with the broad, lacily decorated welts, with which she had to wear a suspender-belt, or perhaps they were one of those that came with inbuilt grip-tops.

That question seemed to be enough to act as a trigger to start the replaying of a variety of memory-clips inside my head, memory-clips that displayed a variety of images of Vida. Of the mornings I had the time to watch her finish dressing; images from when I had caught her in the act of slowly smoothing a pair of stockings up along the long, silky length of her legs. Images from the various times I had been unable to do more than simply watch her as she hurried about our offices; but sometimes, if a corridor was otherwise deserted, even being able to hear the faint swishing sound of nylon brushing against nylon. Images of those times she had allowed me to help her remove them; recalling both the sight and also the thrills I experienced when my finger-tips were in contact with both the slowly unrolling nylon and the warm smoothness of her skin.

I admit to being surprised to find myself reacting as strongly as I undoubtedly was to the combination of the brief sight of Vida’s departing legs and the tussling thought as to which particular style of stockings she might have on. And although I managed to continue with the salad preparation I had to do so while becoming increasingly aware of the fast growing stiffness in the front of my trousers. And perhaps that made me just a little more demonstratively affectionate than I might have otherwise been when Vida returned from the bathroom a few short minutes later.

But perhaps it was also the fortuitous need for her to bend low to reach into the meat section of our particular refrigerator that actually triggered all that followed.

I had just finished preparing one set of ingredients for the salad, so turned to dry and wipe my hands just as she opened the door and bent forward, and in doing so, raised the back of her pleated skirt just that little bit higher than it had previously been, and exposing just a few more inches of nylon clad leg. I wasn’t conscious of having any particular thought about why I did what I did, it just seemed to happen - I stepped around behind her and slid my hands slowly up the backs of her legs, from behind her knees to just above where her skirt still hid the rest of them.

As it always did, just the feel of her flesh being encased in the slipperily shiny nylon did it for me - but on top of the thoughts and images I had already had going through my head, that time even more powerfully than usual - and even as Vida gave a sharp gasp of surprise, I felt my cock suddenly surge. And although until that moment the question had been a purely playful one, right then I felt a strong need to know exactly which of the two styles of nylons Vida actually had on. To do so meant I only had to slide my hands just a little higher, but I did that sufficiently slowly that I gave myself time to anticipate the different feelings the tops of the alternate types might actually give me.

When I reached the slightly thicker band of the welt I could immediately tell from its fractionally tighter fit, that it was the grip-tops, and from the feel of the laciness of them, thought I also knew exactly which pair it was. Even as my fingers continued lightly tracing the pattern I found myself visualising them, visualising Vida rolling and smoothing them up the long, slender length of her legs and thighs - and immediately felt my cock surge even more strongly.

Although all that had taken only a minute or so, Vida had remained all but motionless; holding herself in that probably uncomfortable position, silently allowing me to do what I had been. But then, while remaining otherwise still, I suddenly felt her legs shifting just a little further apart - and I found myself wondering if she actually already starting to enjoy what I was doing?

In the hope that perhaps she was, I slid one hand even higher, expecting to feel the edge of one of her multitude of fine, silky panties - but, much to my delighted surprise, I didn’t! Instead of the feel of that I continued to feel the silky warmth of her skin - she obviously had, for some reason or other, already removed her panties.

Having discovered that, there was of course no stopping me - and I quickly had both sets of fingers, one from behind and the other from around in front of her, working together on her pussy and clitoris.

What was at first no more than a moistly warm cleft of pliably malleable layers of interleaved flesh quickly became both swollen and moistly yielding, and as the lips unfurled and spread themselves, I found the button-tipped ridge of flesh above it becoming even more prominent. And as both they and my fingers grew ever slicker from the juices that had by then begun to trickle down out of her I realised just how strongly Vida was reacting to my completely unexpected fingering.

Although I began to find myself thinking of the thrills I would feel if I were to slide my increasingly rigidly straining cock up into her obviously already receptive pussy, I also realised that doing that while she still had her head half-way into the fridge was not exactly the right moment. And I was actually about to stop what I was doing and move us to somewhere more appropriately comfortable - but just then Vida began responding even more strongly. ‘Oh lover! Yes, yes - for pity sake don’t stop now!’ she gasped as I felt her whole body begin violently jerking.

So I put aside my previous thoughts and merely began vibrating the fingers that had until then been slowly and gently stimulating her clitoris, and pushing a couple of those on my other hand back and forth between the increasingly slickly clinging folds of her pussy-lips.

Perhaps because of the unusual position she was in it seemed to take Vida a little longer than usual to reach the peak of her climax, but I was in no rush, and having taken a perhaps unfair advantage of her in the first place, I was quite happy to continue on for as long as she needed to reach it. And anyway, just as she had always been at pains to assure me she loved handling and sucking my erection, I always found just the feel of her pussy stimulatingly exciting. 

Maybe what stirred it was some deep subconscious recognition of this being the very essence of the differences between the female and the male; or maybe it was simply the contrast between the iron-hard rigidity I felt when I held myself and the softly welcomingly enfolding I experienced when I handled her. Or maybe it was just some much more basically carnal anticipation of what exhilaration I could soon expect to feel when I finally got to thrust the two equally eager parts together.

As I stood there - one hand curled around the front of her and reaching back for her clitoris, the other working from behind and plunging back and forth - I bent forward and having kissed the back of her neck, began whispering in her ear. ‘I can’t tell you how exciting this is for me my darling - your pussy always thrills me, you know that. It’s an utterly adorable part of you. I love the feel of having it wrapping itself around my fingers - and the scent of your arousal is, as always, driving me mad with desire for you. But, right now all I want is to just make you happy, give you more pleasure than anybody else has ever done. So Vida darling, come for me - let yourself go now! Please come for me - come now!’

As I spoke I had been gradually but insistently increasing the speed of my fingers’ movements, until both were flashing blurringly - and perhaps it was the combination of that plus the pleading tone of my appeal - but only a few seconds later I felt her body flexing more convulsively, then heard the familiar rising crescendo of her wailing cries of actual release.

Once she was done I suppose I’d thought Vida would simply hurry away to freshen herself before returning to help in the preparation of our meal - but I couldn’t have been more wrong!

Instead of that she simply moved herself back from the fridge, closed its door, then dropped to her knees in front of me. ‘That was totally unexpected, so spontaneous - and unbelievably exciting darling!’ she said as she looked up at me. ‘And knowing you as well as I do, I can imagine exactly what doing it for me has done to you. So if we’re going to enjoy our meal, and the rest of the evening together, I think it will be best if I first reduce some of the pressure I’m sure has been building up inside you.’

And with that she simply unzipped and pushed down my trousers and under-shorts, then after giving me one more sparkling-eyed smile, set about giving me what turned out to be one of the most memorable blow-jobs I had ever received.

I felt her hands slipping up between my legs, pushing them a little further apart, then as one gently cupped my already achingly swollen balls, the other pressed my cock down level with her mouth. She looked up and gave me a truly wicked smile, then slipped her slightly parted lips over the tip of my cock, pausing for a moment before opening them a little wider and pushed her mouth slowly down over the head.

It felt as though much of the blood coursing through my veins suddenly surged into my cock, increasing the friction between her lips and its head as it ballooned. The strength of my reaction produced a muffled gurgle of satisfaction from Vida and made her up-staring eyes glitter with satisfied delight, and then she paused, and as her fingers started to roll and gently squeeze my balls, I felt her tongue begin slowly swirling around the head.

Just the sight of having her glossily red lips wrapped around my cock seemed to intensify the physical sensations she was generating and as thrilling waves of almost unbearably powerful pleasure began flowing through every part of me I continued staring down.

She continued tongue-teasing me until she felt my body begin to tense, then, as I felt her lips tightening, she began to bob her head, at first using just small movements, letting her lips rub back and forth over the super-sensitive rim of my cock-head. And of course that only made the stimulation she was giving even stronger than what I had been feeling before, so much so that after only a couple of minutes of that I couldn’t suppress a low grunt and felt my thigh and stomach muscles jerking tight.

She must have realised from my response that if she continued doing that I’d explode more quickly than she planned because she immediately changed to slower, but much longer swoops, each one taking virtually the full length of the shaft.

Once she was sure I wasn’t going to come the very next instant she settled into treating me to a variety of intensely delightful sensations. Sometimes letting the flat of her tongue slide slowly up along the throbbing shaft. Sometimes reverting to her earlier, tongue swirling. Sometimes using the short, fast head bobs. Sometimes just holding it in her mouth and sucking hard while her fingers slid firmly up and down the shaft. And in between each change, thrilling me with those long, swooping dives that engulfed the rigidly full length of the shaft.

The combination of what was happening to me was unbelievable! The feel of her lips skimming over my cock-head sent shock-waves of delight coursing through me. Each one of those followed by the delightfully warm wetness of her welcoming mouth as it engulfed my cock-head. In between there was the feel of her hands, one gently but firmly rolling and squeezing my balls, the other stroking up and down the shaft. And adding to all the physical sensations was the unbelievably exciting sight of having her glossy cherry-red lips wrapped around my cock.

The electrifying sensations kept me at fever pitch and I saw her watching me closely, apparently gauging exactly how far off my climax still was, then by varying what she was doing, taking me right to the brink, and then pulling me back from it.

I have no idea how long it went on for and all I clearly remember is from time to time being unable to suppress an occasional groan of sheer pressure driven delight. And then, after what seemed an age of pleasure-filled torment I felt sure I couldn’t stand any more and begged her in a rasping growl. ‘Please Vida, let me come now!’




My Secret Life Ch. 04



‘Oh no, not just yet.’ she answered, letting my cock slip from her mouth momentarily.

And so it went on, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes lightly, sometimes much more strongly, taking me close to orgasm again and again, yet each time delaying it by either slowing or changing what she was doing.

But of course eventually the pressure and tension inside me became almost unbearable and thankfully she finally realised that she couldn’t keep me at fever pitch forever. Letting go of my balls and cock she reached out for my hands, and having lifted them behind her head, slipped hers around me and gripped my buttocks. Then, opening her mouth wider and altering the angle of her head, she urged me to thrust forward.

After everything else she had done for me, she was offering me her mouth to fuck!

It was an offer I had neither the wish nor the will-power to refuse, but I took a moment to look down, storing the memory of the scene. The sight of my massively engorged cock stretching those succulent lips wide apart, and above that, her eagerly sparkling eyes looking up into mine. Then, whether triggered by the sight itself, or by the pressure Vida had already built inside me, I felt my hips jerking me forward, thrusting the throbbing length between those lips.

What I was feeling right then was so incredible that I would have given anything, anything at all to be able to stop or even delay the inevitable end to it. But she had taken me to the brink so many times that I knew this time I wouldn’t be able to control what was happening to me, knew the delirium would be all too short. Knowing that and wanting to be able to recall everything later, I quickly tried to identify all the various sources of what I was feeling.

The sensations shooting up through my body from my cock were the most obvious, the electric thrills I felt as her tightened lips grazed the head, then the equally powerful ones that came as it plunged deep into the velvet warmth of her engulfing mouth.

Then there was the feel of her hands gripping my buttocks, their finger-nails digging into my flesh as she urged me forward. And also an intermittent bruising jolt each time I thrust particularly deep, when my aching balls banged against her chin.

But again, almost as powerful as all those, was what I could see. Her head, held between my hands, her still sparkling eyes, now staring up at me expectantly. And most powerful of all, what was generating the very deepest of responses, was the sight of her lips, those glossily cherry-red lips, stretched wide apart by the sheer size of my thrusting cock.

And even if it hadn’t been my own, if I’d only been seeing it on film, I would have known by the look of it just how excited the man had got. The shaft, slick and shiny from the girl’s saliva, was so swollen it had turned blood red, looked almost raw, the blue-black veins along it so distended they made it appear almost grotesque. And when the head was pulled back a fraction too far I could see it had taken on an equally fiercesome appearance, it had turned a dark, glossy purple and was so massively bloated it looked as though it might burst at any second.

Then as I watched my cock pistoning back and forth between her lips I felt the rushing surge rising yet again. Felt my balls tightening, rising up as they finally prepared to unload their seething, churning contents. Felt muscles flexing, tensing, readying themselves for the signal that would unleash all their collective energy. Felt my heart pounding wildly, being strained to its limit as it pumped even more blood to my already super-engorged cock.

And the combination of sensations was so unbelievably strong, the waves of excitement that coursed through me so intense, I heard myself crying out. ‘Oh Vida, you angel! You angel!’

Then I erupted. The power behind the first blast was so great there was just no way I could control myself, my entire body heaved, the strength behind my forward thrust jamming most of my spouting cock into her mouth and throat. Although she somehow managed to take the entire length of it the first load hit the back of her gullet with such force that she just couldn’t prevent the gag reflex. And as she coughed and pulled her head back so she could catch her breath the second and third gouts exploded, just as forcefully, the mass of hot, sticky semen spewing across her face. But completely ignoring that, having quickly cleared her throat she urged me forward again, pushing her mouth greedily down over the head and sucking hard as she again took the full length of my still jetting cock.

The on again, off again way she had worked me up must have created a simply enormous reservoir of churning semen inside me, because although the first three loads had been massive, I could feel that there was still a lot more of it to come. And come it did, in a series of excruciatingly powerful blasts, her mouth sucking and swallowing as my pumping cock spewed it down her throat.

It was only some time later, after we had both cleaned ourselves up and were sitting down to eat, that Vida told me that her lack of panties had been purely an accident. She had taken off those she had been wearing during the day, fully intending to get herself a fresh pair, then had remembered that she hadn’t taken the steaks out of the refrigerator, and on the way to the bedroom, had just briefly stopped in the kitchen to do so.

She had been both surprised and excited to find how quickly and how strongly I had reacted to finding her in that situation and was of course keen to understand what had motivated it. I explained that I had already started responding to seeing her in that particular skirt and stockings, but that finding she was panty-less had certainly been a powerfully additional turn-on. ‘I think it’s the idea that you have made yourself sexually accessible and available.’ I added. ‘If you know what I mean?’

‘I think so, yes.’ she replied. ‘That’s one of the reasons I enjoy seeing you when you are dressed-up, especially when you are wearing something that has nothing underneath it. I can’t tell you how exciting it is to see you, and I really mean see your cock, and of course its especially so if I can see it when it’s starting to grow long and stiff. Though I admit -’ she added after a momentary pause ‘that even though I get a very real thrill from just watching it getting big and hard, I still can’t help thinking and getting even more excited from the anticipation that sometime soon I’ll be feeling it pushing itself deep up inside me.’

So, sometimes by talking through what we had each experienced, and sometimes by trial and error, we gradually increased and deepened our level of understanding of each other’s key trigger-points - and then of course fully exploited them!

*	*	*	*	*	*

It was a week or two later that Vida took the phone call that was to add a totally new phase to the adventure that our life together had become.

I was working on the draft of a report that was urgently needed, so it was only natural that Vida should pick up the phone when it rang - and as both of us quite frequently received calls at home I would have normally thought nothing of it. But as most of the calls we received were to merely alert one or other of us to a change in date or time of some particular function or meeting, and so were relatively short, this one, although I couldn’t hear Vida’s actual words, did seem to be going on for a rather long time. And in addition to that, although Vida had at first been the all but the silent recipient, as the time stretched on, it sounded as though she seemed to be asking more and more questions.

When I finished about half an hour or so later and went through to the lounge-room I found her sitting there, she had poured a couple of drinks, and was obviously still in deep thought about something, she looked up, and said. ‘Join me for a drink please, darling, I’d like to talk to you about something.’

‘Is it about the phone call you took?’ I asked.

‘Yes, could you hear what I was talking about?’

‘No, not from in there.’ I said, indicating the corridor to the bedrooms, then picking up the drink as I asked. ‘Who was it from?’

‘Joanna.’

‘You mean -‘

‘Yes, that Joanna.’ she replied. ‘She’s organising something, and that’s what I need to talk to you about.’

Anything that had to do with the beautiful Joanna was certainly of interest to me, so I sat back, took a draft from the glass, and said. ‘I’m all ears darling.’

‘OK, well it seems that once a year she puts on a show of her new range of lingerie - rather like a sort of fashion parade, you know; cat-walk, models, that sort of thing.’

‘And she’d like us to go?’ I asked, doing my very best to curb the excitement I felt at the mere prospect of such a show.

‘Yes, but not just go - be a part of it!’

‘Us?’ I exclaimed with a note of panic in my voice.

‘Yes, but hold on a minute, I know exactly what you’re going to say - it was the first thing I said too. Of course we can’t be a part of such a thing - well particularly you! But hear me out.’ she added when she saw I was going to protest even more vociferously.

‘For one thing, attendance is by invitation only, and of course there’s absolutely no press or any other kind of media coverage - it’s a purely private function, put on for only a very select group of her most private and trusted clients. Apparently it’s really her way of putting on a kind of ‘thank-you’ party for their continuing to frequent her business. Secondly, most of models are professionals - she just likes to include three or four couples who are not, just to provide an extra touch of reality to what the people are seeing. As she says; the models are always too physically perfect - and virtually all the guys she gets are gay, and it’s always hard to get them to stop, as she says - ‘mincing their way up and down the runway’.

She said she was most impressed by you, by the way you look, by the way you hold yourself - she says she’s sure you’d be a natural. What I think she really meant -‘ Vida added with a mischievous grin. ‘- was that she was a bit taken by the way you looked when wearing those pantyhose, I mean by the size of your manhood!’

‘But even so -‘ I began, but once again Vida cut me short.

‘I know, I know exactly what you’re going to say - you couldn’t possibly allow yourself to be seen in the sorts of outfits she sells. She also covers the need for anonymity. We all wear masks, everybody - I mean not only all the models, even the people attending do too, it’s bit like a masked ball. She says everybody always has a lot of fun Alan - as I said, it’s a really no more than a glorified excuse for a party! But of course she usually gets a fair bit of extra business from it so if we do the modelling bit, she’ll pay all of our expenses.’

‘There’s no need for her to do that.’ I replied.

‘I know, but if she wants to. Well - so what do you think?’

‘I’m not really sure.’ I said, honestly. The idea of seeing a whole range of attractive new things, was more than appealing, as was seeing the long-legged Joanna again. Going to some sort of masked, fancy-dress party also had a certain excitement about it. But at the back of my mind was still the risk - the risk that someone might somehow recognise me, that my secret life just might get to be known by people other than Vida - and Joanna of course.

‘Will you at least think about it?’

‘Of course I will.’ I replied. ‘When is it?’

‘Not for another month or so, it’s on a week-end we both currently have free, I checked.’ Vida answered.

‘What’s the plan?’

‘We’d do what we did last time; fly down on the Friday night, the show and party is on the Saturday evening, we’d just have to be prepared to go round to the venue sometime Saturday morning, just to get a briefing on the actual details of our part in the parade. And Sunday is ours, we’d fly back sometime that evening. Just one week-end darling - and I think it might be a lot of fun. Apart from giving us an opportunity of seeing lots of lovely new things we might like to get for ourselves. Oh, and there are two other things; one of Joanna’s friends has a small villa that he lets her use for the show, and -‘ she added - ‘we get to keep whatever we model.’

Of course the costs involved were really no problem to us, but the idea of a free week-end on the coast, plus  the chance to attend a party in a villa, plus the chance to see so many different garments, plus the ‘souvenirs’ of our adventure - well they all added up - and that was even without the thought of another meeting with Joanna herself!

‘Just let me sleep on it, OK?’

‘Of course, but does at least some part of the idea appeal?’

‘Of course it does - and you would really like to go?’

‘Oh definitely yes, as I said, I think it might be a lot of fun.’ Vida replied excitedly.

‘OK, just give me until the morning.’ I said, draining the last of the drink and getting up to refill both of our glasses.

*	*	*	*	*	*

Of course I said ‘Yes’ in the morning, the various temptations Joanna had offered were, as I felt sure she very well knew, just too strong for me in particular to resist. And once the decision had been made both Vida and I admitted to each other that we were getting progressively more excited by the prospect of not only attending Joanna’s show, but even at the idea that we would in at least some small way, be taking an active part in it.

As it had been on our previous trip both the flight and the hire-car connection went smoothly and although it was late the small boutique hotel we had stayed in that other time was able to provide us with an excellent supper, but by the time Vida and I returned to our room we were both far too tired to do more than use the bed to go to sleep in.

However, as Joanna had left a message for us at the desk that said she would come by to collect us about mid-day on the Saturday, and as we knew from our previous experience that the hotel kept their breakfast service operating until later than most other establishments, we felt there was no pressure on us to get ourselves up any too early. So even once awake, and although nothing was verbally spoken, each of us knew very well from the look in the other’s eyes exactly how we would prefer to spend the hour or two we had available to us.

I made us some coffee then while I left Vida to enjoy hers before getting up, because I knew just how important it was that on this day in particular she shouldn’t end up with any hint of beard-rash, I went through to bathroom to shave myself. After which, and even though I knew she had been anticipating what was to follow, she made a play at resisting me and I had to almost literally drag her out of bed to join me in the shower, and although there was a good deal of mock-protesting screaming, wetly wriggling giggling, and when neither of those, a good deal of intimately familiar fondling, we did finally somehow also manage to actually wash each other.

Then, with her hair still damply tousled we scurried back to the bed and not only made up for what we had been unable to manage the night before, but then, not too long afterwards, even found both the desire and the energy to repeat the performance.

Some time later, having eaten and then tidied at least some of the disarray we had made in our room, we returned downstairs and settled ourselves down with the papers to await Joanna’s arrival.

For a woman who was that evening putting on what would perhaps be the most important business function of her year, when she did arrive she not only appeared to be remarkably cool, calm and collected - but also quite stunningly beautiful. The immaculately ivory-white suit she was wearing had a boxy waist-length jacket and a mid-thigh length skirt, which of course left an eye-popping length of her legs in view. And the cornflower blue silk shirt underneath the jacket not only seemed to have been dyed to perfectly match the colour of her eyes but to have also been designed to display just a teasingly tempting amount of the matching lacy bra beneath it, plus a similar amount of the creamy fullness that it supported.

I felt Vida’s eyes watching me as I stood to greet Joanna. ‘Good morning! I trust you both slept well.’ she said cheerfully.

‘Extremely well thank you Joanna - that outfit looks stunning on you.’ I replied.

My compliment prompted a brilliantly warm smile, then as Joanna turned to hug and kiss Vida I felt myself actually wondering what I might have to do to receive a similar welcome. But the moment passed and the three of us headed out and into the waiting car.

I was glad to find that the villa Joanna had obtained for the show was not one of the more flashily ostentatious ones overlooking the bay, and that not only was it a little out of town, but was also further protected from prying eyes by being surrounded by both a high, stone wall and behind that a row of the ubiquitous cypress trees.

We went straight through to the back of the house, where, running along the full width of it and overlooking a terrace that led down to the garden, was what I presumed was normally the residents’ main relaxation centre, which right then was in the last stages of having a cat-walk constructed along its length. At one end was a pair of floor to ceiling doors, outside of which I could see that a decent sized marquee had already been erected.

Even to an untrained eye it was obvious that the work was progressing remarkably rapidly; whole sections of pre-fitted timber being carried in from somewhere outside and then quickly fastened on to what had already been constructed. ‘I am surprised, it all looks remarkably efficient Joanna.’ I said.

She smiled. ‘You shouldn’t believe everything you hear about the southern European workman’s inefficiency Alan - but this is the third year Franko has let me use his place, and when I did the first one I had everything designed so it could be re-used. He lets me store it in one of his garages during the rest of the year.’ she added.

‘And the marquee - what’s it for?’

‘That’s where you and all the other models will have your changing facilities.’ Joanna explained. ‘Once the cat-walk itself is finished they will erect a stage in front of the door-way, then add a proscenium arch with curtains all around it. So when the show gets under way you will be able to gather in small groups in the wings before actually coming out to show yourselves off.’ she added.

‘Will we all be changing together?’ I asked, momentarily imagining a melee of semi-naked men and women’s bodies jostling for space while struggling with unfamiliar garments.

Joanna laughed. ‘The professionals will Alan, but not the others like yourself. The marquee has a central divider; boys in one, girls in the other - and each half has both lockers and a good-sized make-up facility in it. And as well as all that, at this end of both halves there are four, admittedly quite small, but separately divided cubicles, one for each of you to change in.’

‘So there are three more couples like us?’ Vida interjected.

‘Yes Vida, there are eight of you sacrificial lambs!’ she said with a grin, then perhaps seeing the momentary anxious frown her facetious remark had brought to my face, added in a more comforting tone. ‘Don’t worry so Alan - you’ll be perfect, I know you will.’

Recognising that the three of us standing there was actually starting to hinder the workmen Joanna took us off to see what else was going on around the villa; where the vitally important bars were being set up, where the food would be served, where the non-participating guests would be able to either change or refresh themselves, and upstairs, which rooms would be available for more private ‘get-togethers’, as Joanna described them.

‘You mean you expect some people to have sex while they are here?’ I asked in a tone that made it obvious I was immediately appalled by the idea.




My Secret Life Ch. 04



‘Well let’s say I’d not only be surprised, but very disappointed if at least some of them don’t Alan.’ she replied quite straightforwardly. ‘It’s a party, not a business exposition. And you must remember that everything I do, and especially the clothes I sell, is basically to enhance the sex-lives of my clients - so if they didn’t find tonight sexy I might as well pack up and stick to just giving people facials!’ she added.

Of course I couldn’t deny what she’d said - after all Vida and I used the things we had bought at her shop to add a variety of spices to our already more than healthy sex-life, so why shouldn’t everyone else have exactly the same motivation. And if the show was as spectacular as all Joanna’s efforts seemed to be ensuring it would be - well of course at least a few of the guests could well be overcome by everything that was going on around them.

‘Sorry - that was very stupid of me.’ I responded contritely. ‘But it does seem that this Franko chap must be an extremely tolerantly broad-minded person.’

‘He is a very old and very dear friend of mine Alan - and my being here is in no small part due to him. He was a client of mine in Brussels - well perhaps a little more than just a client.’ she added. ‘Over time I found myself confiding some of my ideas to him, and I have to admit that his enthusiasm, and support, gave me the confidence to make the move that I did. And if it hadn’t been for his political connections around here I doubt very much whether I would have ever been able to get the necessary approvals to do what I have with the shop and salon.’

‘I’m quite sure that having your ongoing friendship - plus the fact that you are now so much more conveniently close to him - has more than repaid him for whatever help he was able to give you Joanna.’ I replied.

She just gave me an enigmatic smile in reply, then took Vida’s hand and said. ‘We can leave Alan to wander around on his own for a few minutes, come with me Vida, let me show you what I am having set-up for the girls to use.’ And with that the pair of them simply left me standing there.

I wandered around for ten or fifteen minutes, familiarising myself with the layout of the place and once again admiring how quickly the swarm of more than usually energetic workers were getting everything ready. Then Vida reappeared and having given me an oddly hesitant smile, quickly beckoned for me to follow her.

She took me down a short corridor then into a room that had obviously been set up to provide at least the most basic of the facilities that Joanna had at her disposal in her beauty salon in town. In one way I was disappointed to see that in the short time they had been off without me, Joanna had exchanged the elegant attractiveness of the white and blue outfit for something more like the much more practical white nylon uniforms we had worn on our previous visit. But I soon realised that even in something as potentially uninteresting as those things were, her willowy curvaceousness made a second, much closer look well worth while.

The white nylon hipster shorts were much briefer than the ones Vida and I had been given to wear, undoubtedly Joanna’s had been tailored to fit her, and they did so quite spectacularly. Not only did they give her the opportunity to show just how long and slenderly shapely both her legs and thighs really were, but as unlike the skirt, they had a seam down the back, they also very nicely displayed what were very definitely a mouth-watering tightly curvy pair of arse-cheeks.

The jacket that went with them was also short, just failing to reach the top of the shorts, so each small movement that Joanna made gave me the opportunity to see a wide strip of the flesh beneath it, and to see just how smoothly flat a stomach she had.

‘It’s time for another shave Alan.’ she said. ‘I’m sure you want to look your very best tonight. And of course the things I have put aside for you to wear will also feel so much more exciting for you if you have a nicely smooth skin.’ she added with an all too knowing grin.

The idea that with everything else she undoubtedly had to do that day, Joanna might also have the time to shave me, had simply never occurred to me. But of course once the suggestion had been made I was certainly not going to prevaricate in any way - and as she and Vida began assembling the things Joanna would need, I began stripping down to my underwear.

The equipment that had been brought from the salon included one of the adjustable benches and as I stepped forward beside it, Joanna said. ‘We’ll need to have the briefs off too please Alan.’

Even though I had been admiring the way her white nylon outfit showed off the shape of Joanna’s legs and body, at that moment my cock was still in its unaroused, flaccid state - but after only a brief downward glance Joanna looked up at Vida and said. ‘Just as I remembered, he is put together rather handsomely, isn’t he!’

Vida grinned back at her. ‘You can say that again!’ Then in a softer, much more conspiratorial voice, she added. ‘But remember what I agreed to - just this once.’

Of course I had no idea what that all meant, so ignored it and simply hoisted myself up on to the bench.

‘Over on to your tummy, please.’ Joanna said.

Then the deliciously sensuous soaping and shaving began; two pairs of hands roamed up and down over my back, my buttocks, my legs - one soaping, the other carefully guiding the keenly hissing blade over every inch of my sensitively tingling skin. I still remembered how strongly I had reacted to the first shave Joanna had given me, how quickly my entire body had responded - and my reactions that second time were no less powerful, in fact, as there seemed to be some indefinable difference in the way that Joanna was handling me, the effect was, if possible, even stronger.

Whereas the other time she had treated me with caring, but still distinctly professional skill, this time even the feel of the hand that was not wielding the razor felt different; not merely tightening the skin and flesh so the blade would move over the surface more efficiently, but doing so in a much more intimately stirring manner. There seemed to be a much more deliberately ‘seeking’ feeling about the way her fingers moved from here to there, as though they were probing for some hidden spots that might stir me when stroked or pressed. And when my body did in fact twitch or tense beneath their explorations, I then felt them return again and again to actually stimulate those places.

So with Joanna’s hands doing that while Vida’s continued soaping and wiping me with the warmly slippery cleansing towels, it’s not really surprising that long before they had finished I had felt the stiffening hardening length of my cock steadily growing beneath me.

And by the time Vida had completed the soothing wipe-down and Joanna asked me to roll over on to my back, the effect of what they had been doing was clear for both of them of to see. ‘Ah yes, that’s even better!’ Joanna said huskily - then, in a tone that implied she was in fact speaking only to herself, added. ‘I’ll just have to hold myself in check, don’t want to make any too hasty moves - we can’t risk having him appearing with even the slightest nick on his skin, well certainly not tonight.’

Then in a louder, more confident voice she spoke to me. ‘I’d like you to move as close to the edge of the bench as is comfortable for you Alan - I want to drop one side of it down, so it’s easier for me get at this most important of you.’

And as I eased myself edgewise, I felt one side of the bottom section of the bench drop away, leaving my hips and legs on only the remaining one half of the bench’s original width. Of course at that moment I presumed the change in the configuration had been purely for what Joanna had said it was for - to make her access to me easier - I certainly had not the slightest idea of what other intentions she had in mind!

Whilst lying face down I had been unable to see much of what was going on around me, just the occasional glimpse of part of Joanna’s thighs as she moved from one side of the bench to the other, but once on my back, I had a much better view. And that was particularly true when she bent over to begin shaving me, and especially when she worked on one or other of the particularly tricky parts. I quickly found that as she did that, and the short nylon jacket fell forward, it gave me a clear and unobstructed view straight down beneath it.

Her bra, of which until then I had seen only the lacy fringe, certainly matched the cornflower blue silk shirt she had on - well at least in its colour it did. But, quite unlike the opaquely dense fibre of the shirt, I saw that rather than just being edged in the fancy lace-work, the entire bra was actually nothing but a wispily fragile network of cornflower blue lace, through which I could clearly see most of a pair of firmly rounded, and delightfully pink-tipped breasts.

What with that view; plus the way Vida’s hands soapily wandered here and there, and Joanna’s even more stimulating fingers and razor followed, I felt myself, and especially my cock, reacting in the only way possible - felt its familiarly deeply throbbing response.

It was only then that I fully realised that she hadn’t done what she had the first time she had shaved me. That other time she had taken care to shave around my cock and balls before moving on to the rest of my body. But this time she still had that final bit still to do, and as by then I had become so excited by what had already been done to me I suddenly had a very real concern as to how I would react to the feel of her handling that part of me. Just the thought of those long, slender fingers touching either my cock or balls made me wonder if I would be able to control myself. And when I glanced down along the length of my body I saw what I guessed I had known I would; my cock was by then obviously more than fully engorged, rigidly swollen and proudly rearing, vertically.

So what happened to me in the next few minutes was nothing short of being the next best thing to what I could only describe as sublimely tortured delirium. Although Joanna’s touch was sensitively gentle, by then I was in such a state of aroused excitement that I thought each would result in the onset of an unwanted and embarrassing surge of bottled-up semen - and the feel of the cool, sharp edge of the razor that followed those softly caressing touches, only seemed to magnify the sensations that were zipping up through every other single part of me.

Perhaps it was the very contrast between the softness of her fingers and the inflexible keenness of the blade that made it so unbearably thrilling - but whatever the actual cause, by the time she had satisfied herself that not a single strand of hair remained, although I had somehow managed to restrain myself from erupting prematurely, I could see that a good deal of pre-cum had already seeped up out from my cock, and was by then oozing stickily down the shaft.

‘Yes, that’s even better - in fact I have to admit that it’s awesomely impressive!’ I heard Joanna murmur to herself. Then, apparently completely ignoring what she had done to me, she stepped away and moved out of my line of vision.

Unsure of what was then expected of me, I waited a moment or so before deciding whether or not to simply slip down off the bench, but then for some reason turned my head - and only then realised what she was doing - she was stripping!

I watched with a mix of excited amazement and sheer dumbfounded bewilderment as she pushed the shorts down over her hips, revealing the scantily matching cornflower blue panties beneath them, then the jacket fell to the floor and I stared wide-eyed at the sight of her delicately white, but undoubtedly extremely sexy loveliness.

But even as I was staring open-mouthed at the long, curving planes of her body; the seemingly unending length of her legs, the smooth flatness of her stomach, the sweetly upcurving shape of her breasts, she unclipped her bra and pushed her panties down over her legs and moved to stand beside me - then, having operated some control that made the bench drop slowly lower, she stepped astride me. ‘Just think of this as a small bonus for being such a lovely man.’ she said throatily.

‘Vida!’ I said, twisting my head around in an attempt to see where she had got to.

But she was there, standing just a little behind me; her eyes staring hard at where my semen smeared cock reared jerkily, and with a tightly furrowing look of what I knew to be excited anticipation on her face.

The sound of my voice made her look up and catch my pleading eyes - but she just smiled, then nodded, and silently mouthed the word - ‘Please!’

‘It’s quite all right Alan - Vida and I have already spoken - she is more than happy for me to do this, in fact she wants me to. She says she’ll explain it all to you later.’ Joanna said reassuringly as she eased herself forward until she had positioned herself immediately above my still jerkily rearing cock.

‘Yes my darling -‘ I heard Vida’s voice saying. ‘- what Joanna says is true. I will explain everything, at least as best as I can to you, later, I promise. But for now, please just let Joanna do what she’s been desperately wanting to do ever since the last time we were here.’ Then, with a deeply yearning tone in her voice, she added. ‘But yes, she’s right, I do want to watch you!’

To say I was confused, bewildered and utterly mystified would still be a complete under-statement of how I actually felt right then. I not only had a beautiful and undoubtedly highly desirable woman wanting to fuck me, but also the woman I was sharing the most intimate aspects of my life with, actually encouraging me to do so! And not only that - saying that she wanted to watch the two of us doing it!

However, the one thing there was absolutely no question about was what my cock actually wanted right then - a fully-engorged and highly inflamed cock is a very single-minded beast! It just wanted to unload the already bubbling mass of semen that was, after everything that had been done to it, making both it and my balls almost painfully achingly full. And it cared for neither the ethics nor morality - nor even which of the various entrances, apertures, or other parts of either woman were to be used in ensuring that outcome.

Joanna reached down and even as I felt the first electrifying touch of her fingers closing around the shaft I heard her say to Vida. ‘Remember what I said about how beneficial for your skin the combination of the protein in the semen and the minerals and enzymes in the seminal fluid are - and that in this position you can use the ‘cup and grip’ technique I explained to you to ensure you get the maximum amount from him. And of course with a multi-orgasmic woman like yourself, and a partner with as much self-control as you say Alan has, the whole experience can at the same time be excitingly satisfying.’

I heard what she was saying but none of it really registered, both my eyes and the rest of me was too busy concentrating on the sight of Joanna’s body hovering just above me.

Although she was undoubtedly an exceptionally sexily attractive woman, there were very great differences between her and Vida. Joanna’s body was the more slender; her breasts, although certainly not actually small, were somehow neater, tighter - and the colour of their nipples, unlike the rose-red of Vida’s, was a pale, almost pre- pubescent pink. Then it was only by being able to see them without her having any clothing on that made me realise just how boyishly slim her hips were. But apart from those differences what my eyes were really firmly fixed on was what I could see nestling at the apex of her thighs, her pubis and pussy. As though reflecting, and perhaps accentuating the youthfulness implied by the colour of her nipples, they were both totally hairless!

But I had only a few brief moments to enjoy that provocatively arousing sight, because whilst tightening the grip she had of my cock, Joanna used her other hand to reach down beneath herself, and then as she splayed the already poutingly swollen lips of her pussy further apart, she slowly lowered herself down on to me.

As I felt the tip of my cock slip up into her I groaned - then heard Joanna’s voice blending with mine as she drove the stickily bloated head deeper. ‘I realise that after all that we have already done to you it’s unlikely that you’ll be able to hold yourself back for too long Alan - so I hope you won’t mind too much if I help myself along.’ she said as she steadily pushed herself further down the shaft.

‘Be my guest!’ I grunted incoherently as the excruciatingly wonderful thrills being caused by her tightly clinging pussy shot straight up my spine. And even through the hazy blur of totally unanticipated pleasure I was experiencing, as she continued her downward push I saw her fingers beginning to stroke and rub herself.

‘Oh yes, this is a truly fantastic cock!’ I heard her mutter once she had filled herself with the entire mass of it - then she held her body quite still and I saw her fingers begin to flutter just a little more quickly - and within a very short space of time it actually felt as though the grip that her pussy was already holding me in was actually tightening.

Although right then what I wanted more than anything was to either begin thrusting up and down, or to have Joanna do that for me, I did my best to curb those feelings - and when I noticed that her nipples had swollen and turned a darker shade of pink, I reached up and lightly brushed them, then took the little peaks between my fingers and began to gently roll and squeeze them.

That seemed to be all the encouragement Joanna needed to finally start doing what I had been waiting for, to begin pushing herself up and down.

At first her movements were slow and deliberate, and the sensations that rhythm generated for me were absolutely incredible. It wasn’t just the fact that her pussy felt so tight - and the image of its almost virginal hairlessness certainly added to that - but that the stimulation that her fingers were giving her was starting to make even its deepest folds flex and feel that they too were eagerly gripping my cock.

I looked down at where our two bodies joined; saw the slickly coated and rigidly swollen shaft disappearing up between Joanna’s suckingly clinging pussy-lips - and suddenly remembered that this was apparently exactly what Vida had said she had wanted to see. For a moment or two I puzzled as to why that should be so - then a cascade of even more electrifying thrills shot through me, and I knew the answer to that question would have to wait.

And even when it eventually became obvious that we were both steadily edging closer to the brink of one or other’s imminent release, she continued to ride me that way; slowly and apparently unhurriedly.

By then my cock felt bigger and harder than even it had before; the build-up of semen in my balls was making them ache with the intensity of the pressure, and the thrills coursing through me sent me into a delirium of pleasure. I wanted desperately to come, but wanted even more for the mind-blowing sensations to just go on, and on, and on.

Apart from a regular background of moans and grunts of mindless pleasure and the occasional exclamation as a particularly exquisite sensation coursed through one or other of us, neither had really spoken, we were each too preoccupied with what was happening to our bodies to talk. But of course eventually the pressure build-up inside me grew to an almost unbearable level and my by then long-suffering body began to demand its release. ‘Faster now Joanna! Please, just a little faster!’ I groaned almost plaintively.

To my relief she did begin to steadily increase the tempo of her movements - and it wasn’t long before I heard myself gasping as they actually became more urgent; the controlled, rise and fall giving way to harder, sharper actions, and I suddenly realised that she was finally being driven by her own, quickly growing urgency.