I was awake well before the alarm went off. I lay in the dim grey light, Jeff slumbering beside me, content in his dreams. Knowing I had to get up soon and face a busy day, I luxuriated in being able to indulge myself in a little private playtime.
My mind wandered back to Monday evening, finally seeing Davey undressing at my bedside, and I, being impatient, dropping to my knees and freeing his bouncing cock from his Y's, into my greedy mouth.
As I remembered the taste and feel, my hands slid slowly down to my pussy, tingling and urgent for my touch. My fingers found my clit, slick already with hot juices, and flicked it into full erection, causing me to sigh and flex my hips upwards into my roving hand.
I recalled Davey's tongue doing the same, his fingers slipping deep into my wet smoothness, finger fucking me as his tongue expertly brought me to a shuddering climax.
The intensity of the memory provoked another orgasm to stream through me, causing Jeff to stir.
"Oh God you're not at it already are you?"
...His voice low and coarse, his curious libido pulling him from sleep. He took my hips in his warm firm hands and motioned me on to my side.
"Now look what you've done!"
He guided his proud morning glory between my soft firm buttocks, and into my hot wetness.
I grasped at the bedpost, and moved my hips into his quickening rhythm . The exotic mingled scents of sex wafted up from beneath the duvet, enflaming my senses, and as I felt the familiar convulsions of his orgasm, I tipped over that perilous precipice again and came silently, intensely, flooding his thick rigid cock with my copious jism.
As the shudders subsided and his big wet cock slipped slowly out, the alarm screeched, and we were catapulted into the reality of the growing light of day.
After a quick affectionate kiss, we slipped into our early morning routine. We padded silently around the kitchen/living room, trying not to wake my comatosed son. My prodigal boy had returned from the USA a few weeks before, and we were trying very hard to be supportive , and not feel too peeved at having our private space invaded.
Within 30 minutes we were out the door, into the cold drizzle of rain, and heading for the car. Jeff gallantly insisted on getting up at 6am every morning to run me to work. After 6 years of marriage, we were still in the flush of love and treasured every minute together. He wouldn't dream of me adding an extra hour to my work day having to wait for buses in the rain!
During the 15 minute drive, Jeff asked about the coming day, and if I had any 'meets' arranged. I reminded him of a friend of Davey's who had heard of our hot session on Monday, and was keen to meet me 'asap'! He had been barraging me with messages, to the point of me having to tell him to back off. I love the excitement of exchanging horny messages, exploring each others' interests and limits, and sometimes setting the flames alight before even meeting. This guy had been a bit 'OTT', but had actually backed off after I had asked him to.
I had told him that if we could manage an hour to meet for a drink, I would let him know. Jeff and I always insist on meeting for a purely social meet at first, with no expectations of moving straight into full blown sex on the first 'date'. We had endured a very awkward situation once, and swore we would be more careful from then on. But that's another story!
By the time we arrived at the hospital, we had agreed to see Davey's friend Mark at 3.30, for a drink in a local bar. We have to vary the bars which we go to, as we arrange meets with single men, or couples regularly, always with me dressed up rather tantalisingly. Variety is the spice of life, for us certainly, but we endeavour to be discrete.
It must be obvious to 'those in the know' what's going on, but until we got into swinging 3 years ago, I would not have had a clue, nor recognised the signs, as clear as day to us now! We now regularly see similar scenarios, and wink at each other, knowing exactly what is going on, and what is coming up!
