0 comments/ 13020 views/ 2 favorites Making it with Sir Hubert By: alexcarr Times were hard and I realized hard times meant stringent measures. During a passive get-together with a pal who turned out to be my first lover, he hinted that if ever I got hard up I could always rent my body, because I had it all. Well he was speaking from experience because he had well and truly lavished me in a manner to which I soon became accustomed. His name was Marshall, a Canadian living in England at the time and we had six good riveting months together - to the extent that, if ever I had doubts about my leaning, they were soon rectified with Marshall who was a lovely guy, a guy I miss so very much, but he had to go his way and I had to go mine, he went back to his homeland and I stayed in mine. There was not much doing since Marshall made tracks and I was left in a sort of kerfuffle, not knowing which way to go, and when I lost my job as a catering manager at a defunct store I was like a little boy lost, although I was then twenty years old. And there was no Marshall I could turn to. Perhaps I should have gone all out to find myself another lover, but I knew Marshall would be a hard act to follow; and anyway, I felt I was not ready for another close encounter of the homosexual kind. But needs must and I had to do something to restore a comfortable life, which got me to thinking what Marshall had said or rather, hinted - and the thought of making some money in doing something I enjoyed anyway, was a good initiative. I figured it would be okay if I stuck to guys I fancied rather than any old Tom, Dick or Harry. I am not snobbish but I do think of myself as a cultured guy and feel that which I have to offer is good quality merchandise. Marshall assured me of that in constantly complimenting me about my stature and deportment, my very attractive charisma that could drive any gay guy to raptures of torment - his words not mine, but enough said to give me the confidence I needed to partake in my brand new venture. With that in mind I was soon lured into a transition of a completely new direction which would get me over my present descending demeanor and direct me to the kind of life to which Marshall had given me, with all his wining and dining and drives in the country; to his small log cabin in the Lake Distinct where we had many scrumptious and delightful episodes of sheer demeanor - he loved to buy me new clothes and anything I wanted. I felt like a kept lover but he assured me that was not his intention - and when finally we had to part, he left me a good bounty to see me through for a year or so. He said that after I had used that he was sure I would like to be independent and make my own way in life. Perhaps find myself a brand new lover with who I could share a wonderful new adventure, just like the one in which we had partaken. But six months gone since Marshall and I were spent to the limit, I was very extravagant with my needs and I was ultimately broke and wanting. But Marshall had even thought of my future welfare when he left me with a couple of calling cards with contact numbers of wealthy political friends; "Just in case you take up my hint" I remember him saying upon his departure - when I saw him off at Heathrow airport after that last ravishing night, when I felt he was still so warmly and pleasantly inside me - a feeling I wanted to last forever. I thought a lot about what Marshall had said; that people in government would b prepared to pay high rewards for absolute discretion, because of the sensitivity of what they did, that if anything defamatory was to come out about their private behavior - that they were cheating on their wives and so forth - they would lose their jobs and their careers. I was okay with that. And I did feel that guys who had reached such a high grade in their lives were not like the lower grade who would sell their mother for a grand. Generally I imagined they were good clean respectable people who just wanted a quiet fling and I was a happy to give that, to the right person of course. The name Sir Hubert Mansfield looked respectable enough and I knew any friend of Marshall's would be good for me, when I telephoned him and introduced myself, and we got over the primaries exchanging mews about Marshall and how we met and everything, he said he would very much like to meet me, that when could I make it. He seemed eager and I said I could come anytime. So he fixed a date for the following evening, he said he would pick me up at the clock tower in my village, which he thought would be best. Although his name didn't ring a bell; as soon as I saw him peering and waving through the driving window of his car, I'd seen him on TV at some time. I made ways to where the car was parked and said who I was. "Hello Alex, it is so jolly nice to meet you, get in." He spoke with a very refined posh English accent but felt immediately comfortable with him and his charming manner. "If you don't mind Alex I have booked a motel room for the evening just so that we could become acquainted okay, and in the envelope under the panel on your side is something which I hope you will approve." I opened it and counted twenty crisp twenty pound notes and immediately knew that all my worries were in the past. "I would want that to cover your complete discretion of course, dear boy" he said glancing at me with a friendly smile and I really felt I could easily respond to this guy's needs. He was in his early fifties I imagined, looking very distinguished with greying heavy and heavy eyebrows. I immediately felt able to converse easily with him saying; "I guess being a politician of your calibre is a very strenuous and demanding occupation?" "You are certainly correct in saying that, But just between you and me, I am just another guy you met somewhere okay. I need a release from what I do sure enough; it is a compelling job indeed, a job that one is unable to please all. I need release, and that's where you come in, It is as if Marshall knew how I felt and it is a delight to know you. I would have found it terribly awkward to meet someone like you via the usual outlets on the web - it is far better for such an arrangement, shall we say, to come via recommendation." On the remaining journey we exchanged information about my life and where I stood right now. He was delighted that I was presently unattached and I had no other clients, I explained the situation and how Marshall and I were so close, how sad it was for me when he left, but it was the best th9ihg for him to do and now I was ready to help myself become independent, "We could strike up something regular maybe, Alex. See how it goes Huh? After all you make not be chemically attracted to me, that is how they put it don't' they? But it need just to be a casual thing Alex. I am attracted to you, you look a nice boy and if you were with Marshall I know he would befriend only the best, if you know what mean?" I replied that I did, I told him how it was with Marshall and how we clicked from the beginning. "He was some guy - and even now I feel his warmth with me" "That is such a nice thing to say. I do think he was crazy thought o leave you behind. He had often spoken about you during our occasional conversations, and being of equal leaning he did tell me a few more intimate things. He told me it was you who made him realize he was bisexual as am I and what a wonderful lover you were, and the complete diversion from a heterosexual relationship which had somehow become stagnant with a girl who had seemed to go off the heat." "That was Nancy, his partner" I interrupted, "he told me about her and how she wanted to make love by numbers and always on a Saturday." "Really is that true?" "Yes, he said it was no fun anymore, that she wanted to be the dominant partner which sort of clashed with his aspirations, but all that was resolved with us, and the obedience I offered of his demands." There was I giving more information than I should have, but that is how it was with Huby (that's what he asked me to call him) I felt instantly at ease with him. "So that is how you like it, Alex" he said as we drove into the motel car parking area. "You must be the guy in my fantasies exactly; I know we shall get on perfectly." He looked delighted and just the smooth touch on my thigh as he opened his door said everything. I felt already very attracted to his guy and knew I could easily do the honors for him with complete ease. When we got settled he said for me to make some coffee and already taking the obedient stance I replied: "Yes Sir, will do that immediately" and made for the kitchenette where there was a tray with all the beverages one would want. "Not Sir!" he ordered with a sharp tone of voice, I told you, call me Huby!" "I guess you were dubbed by the queen, Huby?" I asked feeling somewhat humbled in his presence because of his title I guess. He laughed and mattered mischievously that soon I would also be dubbed, not by but as a Queen. It took me a while to understand what he meant but then of course it was another way of assuming I was taker and he the giver. I remembered with Marshall there was one time he said he would like to try it, but it was unsuccessful because I couldn't maintain a descent erection, so we came to an agreement that, when he was in that mood, I would see to him with a dildo, which I found was rather nice. Then later he purchased an anal vibrator which we occasionally shared and that was an altogether lovely experience when we could both simultaneously partake and delight in a beautifully soothing genital massage. But I knew at the same time that my true leaning was to take the 'queen' part and if Huby meant what I th0ought he meant I would look forward to being 'knighted' by him. We shared coffee and talked some more. He was so nice. He was a real gentleman. He said he was married with two children but his wife suffered from a uterus disorder which meant no amore sex, but it didn't seem to matter, that part of it because it was no longer exciting anyway. He felt that some men feel they should take other diversions open to them - there was no harm done if it was carried out on just a private arrangement' I told him how I felt, how Marshall had made all the difference to my life. "It does seem we are both at a loosened in our lives then Alex?" he said looking straight at me in a very sexual way, which I liked very much. And with just a slight conjecture of movement I saw that his right hand was touching himself. It was really sensual to see him doing that, I can't explain why - but it was a turn on. I could see that he was well equipped with quite a bulging swell and, whether or not he realised my interest, he immediately disrobed; laid his clothes across an armchair, came and stood upright before me perched on the settee and said with a resounding voice; "Well!?" I was stuck for words. Huby was wonderfully sculptured for his age, a wonderful slim body which immediately attracted me. I heard myself respond with an eager; "I would love to, Huby." and that was to be the start of a wonderful new adventure... "Nothing meant, Alex, but you had better go and clean up in the bathroom" he said in a commanding voice. "And strip to the Adam's apple!" he ordered. I'd never heard that expression before but it fitted the occasion and I did as I was told. But I had to spend a penny too and it was when I was perched on the toilet seat that Huby came boldly in, his erection leading the way in a slightly upward stance that looked very stimulating. But I was still wiping myself after a good passing and felt a little awkward to say the least. But Huby showed no awkwardness, in fact the opposite, and what he said really made me blush because he suggested something that never Marshall would have done. "Stand and bend and I shall wipe you" he said - his voice quivering in an excitable tone. I did, very gingerly at first, but his voice changed and his tone absolutely demanding. "We need to make it presentable for what is to come" he said in a very provocative way; and soon, placing a bowl of tepid fragranced water between my legs he bathed me there and made me feel special, feeling and squeezing the suds all over my hind and between. "There, now we know you are spanking squeaky clean, Alex. You are really a delight to behold and I shall have no qualm in lancing you to the quick!" I must have looked puzzled because he smiled and told me he wanted to fuck me to the hilt and from therein he would be base with me, because somehow that seemed always to suit the occasion. I started to feel the need for him then; like I did for Marshall. But different, It is awkward to explain but anyone who has had another intimate relationship will know how I mean But the electricity was strong and I could feel the eminence of this new guy in my life. He'd washed and pampered me to his pleasure and I felt neat and clean and everything seemed as it should be. He said for me (in that firm voice once more to seat myself back on the toilet seat whilst he quite openly commenced to thoroughly wash himself in the sink, his esteem prominently leaning over the edge for a good soaking, the foreskin neatly stretched back as Huby washed very crook and cranny, I sighed at the size of it, It seemed bigger then Marshall's but thicker too. I was thinking and wondering how it would be and what sort of things he would like doing sexually. He'd already made it plain of course that he wanted to fuck me but what else. Maybe different ball games for defend people.. I took a look-see to gather how well hung he was and, again for his age he was well placed and I hoped I would be getting more of that in the most sensual way. "And now young Alex" he started as he wiped himself dry and placed himself conveniently standing between my legs, me still sat on the toilet seat. "Now suck me silly!" His voice was deliberate and calculating - I felt the heat of him near to my face and sensed the way it throbbed and danced. "Touch It first, get the feel of it. You had better because you are going to get an awful lot of it." I touched it, gently at first but he demanded grasp it firmly and I did. I felt it quiver in my hand and there was a lot of energy there, he prompted me then to rub and stroke and massage his balls while, at the same time, sucking him. I was soon away again, in a beautifully enchanting trance as in my element I tasted the taste of wonderfully hard cock again, and knowing then just how long it had been missed since Marshall inflamed me with his deep throaty thrusts. It was lovely, it felt right in my mouth and I tasted a saltiness which somehow complimented the deep sucking and rolling with my tongue as I really went for it, he whispered for me to suck him sideways, this way and that. Asked how it was as if I could answer him with a mouthful of gorgeous unadulterated throbbing cock inside. All I could do was nod ad when he started to stretch back his foreskin I sucked the nectar of his pre-cum, licked and let it slide along my tongue which I openly displayed for Huby's pleasure and then for the next five minutes or so I was quenched with the thrust of his cock deep throating me, something which I had got good practice with Marshall, and it was a most wonderfully stimulating mouth fuck for us both.. Reaching his peak he yelled he was almost there, stopped the thrusting awhile and grasped the head of his cock in his hand, and then suddenly is squirted like a volcano. I felt the sudden heat of his cum hit my mouth and he urged me to suck him dry. This was not a favorite of mine, Marshall knew that and always redirected at the precise time and I was quite happy to wank off the residue into a tissue. But I had to be obedient, that is what he wanted so I closed my eyes and went for it. I swallowed and felt the stickiness enter my throat, with that he hand me a glass of water - he could no doubt guess I was struggling, then he stretched my mouth wide with the thumb on each finger and next knew his mouth was sucking my tongue and I was on fire with a huge ready erection which he could see could wait no longer for fulfillment. I grasped it tight and wanked, but he took over and completed the job for me, it was a truly wonderful and a real intimate experience, despite the reluctance to swallow, I knew I would be expected to do, the feel of his thumb stretching my mouth wider was a measure of what was to come, and soon his face was in-between my crutch, and I was enjoying the wonderful slow feel of his oral delights about my privates and it felt so wonderful and nice. "You are beautiful and I can see what Marshall saw in you. I think it is almost time to introduce you fully to the feel of it deep inside that very fuckable ass of yours." Huby said when we'd recovered from that first session in the bathroom. But when he was saying those things I felt the need for him up me, I felt the surge of sensual tingles and hungered for the feel of that so wonderful primed cock enter my being. If it fucked as good as it tasted I would be happy to serve him anytime, and suck his cream too, it felt so good after it had happened, not at all as repugnant as first imagined. It was something I had done for this great guy who played me right, I felt I had served him well and still it wasn't over, now the fuck that would make it complete... We had some nosh still in out birthday suits. Spaghetti bolognaise was a on the menu and Huby was teasing me with the way he sucked the spaghetti into his mouth in a very suggestive stance. He said that next time he would want to play role play and do all those things with food, like straw berried and dream and my mind boggled. This was some real exiting guy I had warmed too and, of course, I knew that he was happy with me because he was talking about next time. Beside the ready money I was more than happy to share those heavenly times with my new found lover and I wanted for there to be no limitations. He could have me any way he wanted, I ached already for his fuck and hoped it would be soon... He said for me to organise myself astride him, facing downwards. He added that he loved to look and fuck. By taking this stance he could properly prepare me and enjoy me too, unlike when he was fucking bareback. I loved the idea. It was a sheer joy to be simply all ass for him to really enjoy to his heart's content, just bending over him and waiting for his unpredicted move was a thrill. I soon got in position and heard him exude the sigh of content as I wiggled a little for his pleasure. "Up a bit!" he ordered. He wanted me to plant my ass across his face and I was soon enjoying the feel of his mouth and tongue scrimmaging around, his fingers too stretching as his tongue sunk into my orifice and the light slapping too, making me feel so very warm and ready for his prime fuck. "Now suck me and I shall you" he said and we were in our element, me bent over so my mouth could easily reach that tower of strength wobbling before me, The taste of cock again was out of this world as I gave it a good firm sucking. He was going some too and just the two of us alone enjoying the oral delights of each other was heaven on earth.. Just the newness of this wonderful bonding was fantastic, a little different from how it was with Marshall but equally, if not more wonderful.. My mouth was full of his taste and my nostrils of his smell when he asked me to shift once again, but this time in readiness for the waterloo, He soon oiled me up with plenty of rimming, I raise a bit so that he could enter me easily and soon at last I felt what I had been waiting for so much, the warm and soothing feel of that gorgeous extremity entering me so wonderfully, Heaven again sheer heaven and he grasped my hind tight to enable a real deep and strong fucking I shall always remember as the very first time with Sir Huby and many more to follow... Making it with Sir Hubert Ch. 02 Chapter Two I discover the genteel touch can sometimes be rough... * I was well in now, with Sir Huby employing me as his regular chauffeur, to take away any suspicion that he and I was an item, and also to keep his wife Franchesca from knowing about his 'other side' as he calls it. Living in the mansion I had my own room which was adjacent to Huby's office, so it was convenient for him to slip in after a prearranged meeting - which invariably took place whilst his wife was away for the day. But he promised that we will spend a whole night or two together when he could bed me, when Franchesca took her occasional short weekend breaks in the country house. As an MP he had his reputation to think of and, being in my element as his secret toy boy I had no qualms about that, he always saw me okay financially and to be honest, it was a dream to serve him. It wasn't just fucking with him, not just that -Sir Huby was a rare posh English gentleman who was young enough still to enjoy the zest of sex and he certainly made good use of me. Besides which he was a great conversationalist - fine with me and soon it was a natural part of our play times (as he liked to call them) for us to indulge in all sorts of conversation during the course of enjoying each other in the most profound way. For instance he often loved just to see me bent steep over his lap as he comforted himself by smoothing his palm across my skin tight jeans, always complimenting me on my 'fine ass' and so on. He talks about his day in the House of Commons which may tend to sound boring to many, but with me perched over his knees I feel the passion in the warmth of his hand stroking and nudging me, accompanied by the occasional slap. I do feel he would like to do a little more than slap me and I have no argument with that. I feel right for that and would like it. I know it would sting some, and perhaps that is what deters Sir Huby from doing it, he is such a gentle guy and always tells me to say 'stop' if he goes over the mark. But he hasn't done so yet but maybe the spanking will come when we become more acquainted. I would like that and, just leaning across his lap like that spurs me on, I do so love to be all ass for him to enjoy, I love that and it gives me a sense of fluffiness I recall the Danny had his thing for spanking me and I grew quite accustomed to playing his badly behaved servant who needed discipline. Physiologically the feel of being his subordinate was thrilling and such is the case with Sir Huby - and he is much more cultured than ever Danny was I feel I am made to be Sir Huby's toy boy - I feel his fingers lightly begin to wonder into the darkened crevices and I show my willingness in doing a slight wiggle, to lure him on. He scratches my hind over my jeans and I enjoy the static electricity which runs up my spine. I feel forever comfortable with him and I am starting to understand him, when he wants this or that by the motions of his wondering hands and the look in his lusty eyes. His palm stroking becomes firmer and I hear the faint moans when he begins to squeeze each cheek one at a time - which gives such lively sensations. I am laying there, presenting myself to him - knowing the motions when he starts to massage my balls between and manipulates his hand under and upwards until I feel him squeezing my cock. He has finished his conversation piece and his needs take priority, and when he fumbles with my belt I know he want to down my jeans and soon I am quite bare from the waist downwards. I wonder how he will want me because I have learned it is rarely the same every time, but he tells me to part my thighs and I feel the whisper of his breath blow over my balls as he kneels there and begins to take just the tip of my erect cock, spurred on my those delicate and gorgeous blowing sensations, with his mouth. I feel the first delight of his tongue there, licking my glans all over. I feel the spasms shoot up my spine and the length of my cock jerk upwards with each delicate lick. The feel of his fingers grasping my half-length and stretching my foreskin tight back - so that he can fully explore and run his tongue along the length, down to my hanging balls, further down in the very sensitive area between balls and asshole, and then, twisting his head I open more and move to his prompts, as he works his mouth beneath to find my hole, then the feel of him staring to lick and suck it, and another spasm shoots up my spine as he then returns to the business of sucking my cock to the full, having practiced awhile in taking it to the girth, he manages it quite well - and I feel the warmth of his wet mouth and throat as he gurgles awhile and releases, and then the same again until I am well sucked and primed. I feel and acknowledge the ache for him but he taunts me, slapping my ass and showing me the full length of that splendid posh Englishman's cock which he boasts has pleased many a wench in his younger day, but now he wants toy boys, something new, something fresh from the feel of wet and often well used fanny - to a lovely sweet and tight asshole. He stands there, orders me to sniff him there and I take the stance of a servant kneeling before him, willing to serve as he contorts my mouth with stinky fingers, which have just rummaged my hole. But when he lurches forward, presenting his purple cock for my perusal, he allows me just to feel the touch of his glans on my lips and then jolts back again, leaving me with my mouth open. He wipes and rolls its length over my face, teasing my lips again. I taste its earthiness and cry out for his submission. But still he teases me to the hilt and I am simply dying for it. But instead of allowing me to suck him he twists me around roughly, orders me on all fours and I am instantly filled with the bulk of his thrusting cock taking me hastily, like he has suddenly churned himself up so much he simply cannot wait, all he wants is my deep hole in which he can readily massage his cock into me. He makes my ass shake and move as he grasps my thighs so firmly in order to stabilise it for the best of deep and wholesome fucks. This was a period when I discovered could be more than just the genteel gentleman, which was fine with me. When he'd done with me I was well numb, he liked to dress me afterwards and I had to display myself in a sexually orientating manner - he said I walked like a dream and loved to see my ass wiggle,. "We have so much going for each other dear Alex" he said with his broad smile, those deep brown eyes looking as though they owned me. The way I was feeling that was quite alright for me, I was his for the taking, I guess he knew that and said he aimed to take full advantage of that fact, and I would never feel unloved or un-shagged again. That was the tone of a posh Englishmen no doubt and at that point I knew I would always be there ready for him whenever he wanted me. I discovered; the sheer thrill of living in a mansion, and having the luxury of a four poster bed also brought about something that I could never have envisaged in a thousand years. It happened when least expected. I'd driven Sir Huby to Parliament and returned back to do a few chores in the garden, as was part of my employ. Seeing Franchesca strolling around in the garden was nothing out of the ordinary. But that which was when one day I noticed, as she relaxed on a garden seat reading a book. Her skirts were disarranged and whether or not she was aware of it, I could just see the hint of red underwear between as I stooped nearby weeding the groundsels out of the herbaceous border. At first I thought nothing of it, pretended I hadn't noticed and continued with my weeding chore; but my male hormones were taking over and ,being of the bisexual disposition, I kept on being drawn to another sneaky sighting of that darkness between her skirt and, without realizing she was gleefully watching me do that. , I was almost in a trance when I realised she had seen me looking, and acknowledged me with the sweetest smile. Of course she was doing it intentionally and I was soon getting the message, especially after she had complimented me on the neat way I tended the garden she invited me in for coffee. Okay she was about ten years my senior but when I first saw her, my male lust jerked in my groin. But being involved with her husband I quickly dismissed such thoughts, but now they were returning. She had a figure to die for, the way she walked and everything appertaining to the best in the female species. I had a feeling her invite would lead to something far more refreshing than a cup of coffee... Making it with Sir Hubert Ch. 03 Chapter Three... Finger licking good! I had to tread carefully. Huby's wife obviously wanted to make her fantasies come true. That's what she said when boldly, she announced that my presence in her bedroom would do just that. When I queried about her husband she said not to worry about him, and anyway they don't sleep together, except maybe the occasional rant which doesn't happen much anymore, and they had separate bedrooms. That is why she is hungry for gratification, she declared and I knew, the way she was looking at me, her wicked ways were focused on me. So I started to get the picture. Sir Huby told me about their dissolving sex life and that is why he turned to a diverse opportunity with me. It seemed to me that I was the guy who would serve to gratify them both, but I had my job to take into consideration and also my position with her husband as my employer - if I got on the wrong side of him I would surely be out in the cold - and anyway I enjoyed his sex. But what about a bit of totty on the side, first the main course with \Sir Huby and then the sweet dessert with Franchesca? I won't say that the idea of having sex with both of them was not appealing because it certainly was - not at the same time of course (although perhaps that would be nice) but how could I let go with her feeling that Huby would find out; and what then? Perhaps it wasn't a good idea no matter how much the invitation aroused me, and I didn't wish to upset the apple cart when things were going so frightfully well with 'Hubykins' (My new found nickname for him) However, Franchesca was mature and instinctive - and determined and you know what they say about a woman scorned, so what could I do? I wanted to please her and when she placed herself neatly on the settee beside me, when we were taking a coffee break after returning from delivering her husband to the Commons. Whether is was a very atmospheric perfume she was wearing or just her perseverance and utter charm, I felt myself hopelessly succumbing to the so gentle teasing touch of her lips brushing the nape of my neck. "You are the most delightful chauffeur I have ever known, Alex. May I call you Alex?" she whispered so very seductively and, feeling that familiar quiver in my groin I said that would be nice, but all the time I was fighting with the idea of how I could avoid that which seemed imminent. It was like I was in a veritable trap because, of course, what she was doing to me, and the auto suggestion in her words made it very clear what she had in mind. I fancied her to the balls and I felt ignoring her advances were a hopeless task. Although she said she would be the most prudent woman possible and this was going to be a secret between her and I - she could not have known about her husband's relationship with me - but those persistent and kisses and the utter feel of her fingers walking up the inside of my thigh were more than any red blooded guy, bisexual or other, could take; and |I simply melted into her arms` and I was hers. "OMG! I have always wanted a toy boy!" she cried out and I knew then there was no way back, this woman was determined to have her way no matter what and when her lips reached mine, opening them with hers to enjoy a very deep French kiss, and then the method she used to undo my chauffeurs tunic - releasing each button with a defined sensuality - and a whispery promise of what was to come. Her hand was soon inside my shirt, tinkering across my chest and nipples and already I was fully swollen and she sighed the sigh of a woman who cried out for gratification - the warmth of her breath was tantalising my masculinity and when she opened up my trousers, like it was an everyday thing, teased me back I felt her tongue masquerading there - her long delicious red hair hiding my new found erection, lavishing me like a hungry animal. I was in for the most warm and adorable promise with a woman, something that had not happened before, but not all what one would think, because. without my knowing, because I was in the depths of a sexual frenzy, enjoying her exploitation of me, it seemed, she had somehow managed to don a strap- on penis and balls; and all at once, there was me thinking; like husband, like his wife - she wanted my ass - and then, showing me what she had done she said quietly again that she hoped I wouldn't be disappointed, but if I wanted I could fuck her afterwards. She then chatted on like most women do, talking about how some of her friends take on toy boys to ease the drudgery of a failing marriage and how beautiful it can be using sex toys. She seemed to know I was bisexual the way she talked; saying that I had the most enticing bum a girl could wish for and words like that, she said perhaps I would like to feel it the vibrating penis, perhaps imagine it was real; and there was the suggestion that perhaps she knew about me and my sexuality. Then passing through my mind the question, did her husband know and was it planned? and then flashing in my mind , images of a bi-sexual threesome. But the imaginative stirrings dissolved when Franchesca, without hesitation, smothered me in a lubricant which smelt of roses, commenting that it looked as though someone had been there before, because it was so very pliable but very lovely. Enticing me upstairs to her bedroom she took me with gusto, and I was immersed in the sheer pleasure of having a very sexually orientated woman fuck me with a substitute cock! I was having a veritable ball and so was Franchesca. She liked me sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide apart, knees over her shoulders as she thrust that vibrating penis with bouncing rubber balls into my being, all the time yelling; "fuck, fuck, fuck" which sounded very alluring with her refined accent - until something happened, she made one final thrusting movement and Bingo! She was there. Out she came and descended with a plop on the carpet leaving me with a very well worked and numb orifice and a half mast cock. After a pause she uttered I was gorgeous and we would definitely have to make a habit of this. "Awe! But look at poor cocky, all drooping and forlorn; I think Franchesca will have to do something about that." And then; the feel of her mouth sucking the hell out of me and soon my drooping cock was strong again, wedged neatly in the depth of her throat, simply enjoying the all Franchesca was giving with long sumptuous and very hungry sucking motions which gave me the most wonderful vibrations, and I laid there simply enjoying the moment with sweet, sweet Franchesca. And her sweet fuck was the perfect end to out very satisfying morning together, the feel of her squeezing me inside her, the feel of her pulse swallowing my stalk into her for the most rapturous deep prolonged fuck all the way, until the perfect waterloo came like a proverbial gush of a volcano and the deed was done. There was No going back now. And when it was all over, my mind was back to how would it be if Huby found out - and for the moment I was hoping that they were both in it together, then there would be problem, I could well be the subject of their desire either one to one or a really beautifully orchestrated threesome which I had once imagine, two men and one girl of vice versa with homosexual and lesbian trends. That would be so nice. But could it happen But for a while she wanted me simply to hug her as we sunk into the beautiful world of a post sexual extravaganza, she so gently felt me still, teasing her small finger there, around and around, then she sucked it, pushed it to my lips urging me to do the same. "Finger licking good!" she chuckled and thanked me for the most beautiful happening a woman could wish for. Then would you believe, Huby wanted me in the evening. But his wife was home. He usually chose to have me when she was out or away. But he seemed not concerned, the sexual urge was too great he confessed leading me to his bedroom, and then he fucked me with complete oblivion over the edge of the bottom bed frame, a cushion suitable placed to give him the perfect access to my still ripe and ready fuck hole, that is what he was calling it as he commenced to fuck me. "That's so good after a hard day in the Commons - and you are so lucid tonight, almost as if you have prepared yourself for this, Alex!" My lips were sealed thinking to myself if only he knew I had fucked his wife the same day and she me, taking the exact same route and me presenting myself for service. I was thinking that, it felt good that I was capable of giving them both perfection. Soon Huby cried out Allah! As always he did on reaching a climax and I immediately felt a release - where there had been warmth and activity all was silent, and yet it felt he was still there inside me and it was so very beautiful.