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By now, if you've read my other stories, you'll be quite familiar with the characters and the timeline. But, for the sake of clarity, let me refresh your memories. About a year ago, after a bit too much wine, I blurted out, to my husband Steve, that I wanted a lover. Row followed row, but, I took the plunge and did it. More rows, but, to cut a long story short, he's now happy with the arrangement and it actually excites him. It was actually not long after I started seeing Alexander that this particular event happened. It was a Sunday morning. Steve, and I, were having a lie-in. The previous d… Daha fazlasını okun

I thought about sex with a black man for ages. Well, the video clips show these well hung guys, muscular, banging away with some white woman, she invariably gasping and screaming. I had to try this for myself, hadn’t I ? I was in Holland for a few days. Business mixed with pleasure. My husband was with me but he would be spending most of his time golfing, as usual. It started one evening. We were in the hotel bar having a couple of after dinner drinks. Chatting away, I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. He was sat down at a table, on his own. White shirt, open-necked. The contrast agains… Daha fazlasını okun

We'd had a pleasant evening. Perhaps a little too much wine. No, we weren't drunk, we'd both had busy days and just needed a little something to take the edge off. We'd both had quite heavy, late lunches, so, dinner wasn't on the cards. I lay on a sofa, occasionally reaching across to the coffee table, helping myself to crackers, bits of cheese and other assorted nibbles. Steve was sat on the floor, enjoying the same feast. He refilled our glasses from the two bottles of Chablis, sat chilling in the ice bucket. We were half watching a film on Netflix, occasionally chatting about some event th… Daha fazlasını okun

Quite a simple act, getting ready for bed.. Yes, something we all do, isn't it. I enjoy taking my clothes off. I've made the point, many times, that I do like being watched. It gives me a buzz. A little thrill, maybe. I've written about it in other stories. But, you know, for me, it doesn't have to be in front of a stranger. I get a kick out of stripping in front of my husband. I don't mean every single time I do it, but, on occasion, my heart literally starts to pound. Let me tell you about one specific night. It was about 15 years ago, but, I remember it vividly. We'd been married for almost… Daha fazlasını okun

It was one of those nights. I was at home, watching television, feeling a little randy. Hubby hadn’t got back from a golf day with his mates. I knew he’d probably be slightly the worse for wear and of no damn use to me. My mind wandered a little, thinking of sex. My hand wandered a little, too. I was shocked back to reality when I heard the taxi door slam shut and heard him fumbling with his keys in the front door. Sure enough, he was a little drunk. He came into the lounge and staggered about saying he wasn’t drunk, just very tired. I think I’ll get to bed, he mumbled. Me too and I followed h… Daha fazlasını okun

I was in my early 20's. I'd had several boyfriends, for want of a better description. Although I most certainly wasn't what you'd describe as an easy lay, I was no stranger to going to bed with a man if I felt the urge. I'd been on the pill since I was 16 so, to a point, I was practising safe sex. Also, with the exception of a couple of holiday flings, the men I screwed were in, or very close to, my circle of friends. I had my own rule, though, of never having sex on a first date and I always kept to it, well, almost always. It was the 80's. I'd passed my law exams and had joined a firm in Cam… Daha fazlasını okun

All women are exhibitionists. OK, maybe not all, but certainly the vast majority of us. We exhibit to attract. Deny it if you like, but just look at what we wear. Take our shoes. Now come on, high heels are hardly functional. But, they draw other people to look at our legs. Short skirts……come on, they say look at my thighs. Dresses that cling to us are hardly designed for mobility. No, they say, come on look at my shape. Tight T-shirts, hey, look at my breasts. And all this is on show for all to see. Of course there are times when we are more selective about our audience. Take our underwear. W… Daha fazlasını okun

This story is about me being watched. I could go straight to the action but, during this particular day the sexual tension was growing all the time. I’d like to share that, too. I hope it excites you as much as it did me. I’d been fairly horny all morning. I’d got up a little later than normal. Hubby was coming out of the shower, toweling himself off. He was slipping into his nice white briefs. I watched intently as his cock disappeared behind the fabric. Lovely bulge. I knew what I’d like to do with it but, he was already running late, so no chance there. I showered. All too quickly really.… Daha fazlasını okun

I have spoken many times about women as exhibitionists, to one degree or another. To me, it’s certainly part of foreplay. If I’m going to have sex, whether it’s with my husband, or ANother, I like to do the unwrapping. Standing a few feet away, unzipping my dress…………………… A real turn-on for me. I remember as a young girl. I’d be 12, or 13. I’d just started growing breasts and I had nice curvy hips. I’d started growing pubic hair and had a lovely dark triangle. I’d already started to get sensations between my legs and touched myself in bed, but hadn’t yet started to finger myself properly. I rem… Daha fazlasını okun

I spent hours writing this. It is long, but, I think you’ll get more out of it if you read every word. This is the follow on from "Stripping Off". So, tomorrow came. I sat up in bed, naked and still a bit drowsy. I’d woke a couple of times during the night and, still aroused given myself a quick fingering. Anyway, tonight I’m going to fuck James, I decided, and as I’ve said before, the trick is all in the planning. I showered, another quickie play and then a rummage through my case for something nice to wear. I’d told James I’d got a couple of heady meetings and would probably head for the ba… Daha fazlasını okun

I’ve made the point, many times, in my stories, that women are exhibitionists. I’ve often cited, as evidence, the clothes we wear. Frilly knickers and push-up bras, to name just two. I started displaying my exhibitionist side when I was quite young, as readers of my story “Growing Up” will already know. I suggest you read that now, if you haven’t already done so. Hopefully, you’ve just taken time out to read it, so I’ll continue. I enacted that scenario loads of times as a teenager, each occasion finishing with a frenzied fingering session. I always made sure that my strip was done in such a m… Daha fazlasını okun

 Because of the comments and messages people have kindly sent to me about my stories, I have always been inspired to write more. I love writing them. They excite me, probably as much as they obviously excite you, the readers. I continue to reminisce and yet another tale comes to mind. I’m going to tell you all about another episode in my life. This is from my younger days. I was 17. Now, before I start, let’s get one thing straight. Do not picture me as some teenage rebel who went around effing and jeffing, sat on park benches, smoking and swigging cheap lager from tinnies. I was highly… Daha fazlasını okun

The people who read my stories on Hamster will know that, to say the least, I’m not shy. I have met quite a few people, of both genders, and have enjoyed sex with them. My husband is, or was, totally unaware of such liaisons, although I’ve always wanted him to watch me. To be fair, I’d always wanted to watch him with another woman, too. Anyway, let me tell you what happened earlier on this year. Hubby was away and I’d gone out with an old friend for the day. We’d had a few drinks and, well, I invited him back to mine. I’d only had a couple of drinks, so I drove us back to my house and he left… Daha fazlasını okun

I wrote a story, once, about my husband’s excitement when I sat with one of his work colleagues, wearing just a very revealing chemise. Bear in mind, he doesn’t even like me baring my breasts on a beach……………strange creatures, men. But, read the story “Showing off” and you’ll get the picture. There was another occasion, a few years ago, when a similar event occurred. We were in Holland, staying at a rather nice hotel. We’d had a late night and, on arriving back at the hotel, arranged breakfast, for the following morning, to be delivered via room service. I woke up and, not remembering the bre… Daha fazlasını okun