Over the coming fortnight there were some interesting developments, my 'appointments' with Sammy became more regular and settled into a steady pattern of tuesdays and thursdays.
Either morning, or afternoon depending on what shift I was doing at the supermarket.
As I visited him more, the true depth of Sammy's white wife cuckold fetish became clear.
He was obsessed.
So much so that it led to some exciting experiences involving phone calls to John....but more on that later.
I saw more of Sammy's neighbour Barry, too....beaulah grove's resident casanova.
He flashed me amost every time I left Sammy's place, going past his open flat door.
It appeared he was more prepared for me leaving than arriving.
A couple of times he even had a hard on, if you could call it that.
Barry has probably the smallest cock I've seen, looking no more than about 4" and quite thin.
Although, it does have a nice healthy looking, bulbous bell end....no doubt from all the polishing it gets listening to me taking Sammy.
Upon telling John about him, my hubby was a little concerned for my safety, until I described Barry properly.
Not a big guy, thin, about 5'5" and Sammy reliably informed me, in his mid seventies.
Are all old men able to do that? Get a hard on? In my experience...so it seemed.
All sex mad too.
Anyway, as I say, John was concerned but on learning more about him, relaxed a little.
An amiable pervert, is how Sammy described him.
I was used to grappling with men twice his weight, and sometimes albeit briefly, getting the better of them.
I had surprised Dave initially with the ferocity of my struggling... initially that is.
He soon got wise to my moves and quickly learned how to deal with me.
But hey, that's part of the fun isn't it? If your going to struggle then do it properly, it makes the end result all the more.... rewarding.
I had also taken self defense classes, it was years ago but, you learn a few moves well and they stay with you.
Barry, was no match for me and John quickly realised this.
What he wasn't aware of at that point in time was something else regarding Barry, something which I was in denial about...
What I felt when I thought about dirty old man Barry was initially disgust, he was ugly, dirty and weird.
However, lurking behind my repulsion, almost completely hidden, but not quite, was something totally unexpected that I'd been trying to banish from my thoughts....but couldn't.
I had begun to fantasise about Barry.
What I was feeling when giving in to these guilty thoughts I had about him, was a deeper....darker level of excitement.
The images that came flooding into my mind.....unwanted but.... somehow craved...
They caused me to tremble with excitement, a tidal wave of adrenaline surging through my being.
Unbeknown to John at that point in time, I'd begun touching myself while thinking about Barry.....what would it be like?....to give in to him? To give myself freely to the dirty, weird old man...
I suppose the reason behind me not telling my husband right away, was the fact I was embarrassed about these.....twisted thoughts.
I mean....a man like Barry?...Really?
What was wrong with me?
He was disgusting, his flat stank and although I hadn't got close enough to him to find out, I'm pretty sure he stank too.
His clothes were dirty, what little hair he had was stuck to his head with grease.
And to add to that quaint description...the fact he's a pervert...
Barry was the epitome of 'dirty old man'.
So, what was it that I found within Barry that excited me so much?
Simply, it was the fact that he is so dirty and so... pervy.
What repulsed me, also attracted a part of myself that even I don't fully understand....and I'm reluctant to explore it.
These thoughts I was having about Barry were wrong....filthy...indecent...and that is precisely what appealed to this darker part of me.
The man's an animal...
And, he so desperately...wanted me.
Above anything else...
So.....what if I were to let him have me?
For days I fantasised about it, until at last I did tell John....
But for now, back to Sammy and his idea with my mobile phone...
The last time I visited Sammy had been thursday morning, as my shift at the supermarket had rotated to afternoons.
During the morning session with my old Indian boyfriend, he had showed me some of his favourite porn films on the laptop.
Mostly imwf but also one with a black man and a white woman.
Race definitely played a big part in Sammy's fantasies.
There was even one video of two Indian brothers in their early twenties, sharing a white milf.
The footage, Sammy proudly announced, was filmed by non other than the brothers father! Who we later saw filming himself being sucked off by the lady....talk about keep it in the family.
All the videos were proper amateur footage, shaky camera, dodgy sound etc....my favourite kind.
Anyway, we were getting busy....things hotting up, when Sammy had an idea....
What if? I were to call my hubby on some trivial matter and have a little conversation with him....while Sammy was doing it to me?
The idea appealed to me immediately, quite an imagination that Sammy.
However, as good as it sounded, I realised that John would have no prior knowledge.
Although he might guess what was happening because he knew I was going to visit my elderly boyfriend that morning.
We did try it, and it was just as well that John didn't answer, too busy at work.
Later, on the way home that thursday dinner time, with a fresh donation from Sammy leaking into my knickers as I walked back....my phone began to ring.
It was John, worried about why I'd called him.
I briefly explained about Sammy's plan and promised we'd discuss it properly when he came home.
That evening, we decided I should visit Sammy again at the weekend, saturday morning, that way John would be at home....and alone.....when I suggested to my boyfriend that we try his idea once more....
Saturday came around and I went to see Sammy, we had our usual chat, during which I mentioned trying John's phone again as my hubby would be at home that morning and should be able to answer this time, I was supposed to be out shopping.
Sammy, impressed with my eagerness to try again, and willingness to treat my husband in this...cruel way..... could hardly contain his excitement.
We quickly got down to business, saving the best for last.
Sammy, despite his age, is an excellent lover.
He easily brought me to orgasm a total of three times that morning.
When it was his turn he wanted me missionary on the bed, his favourite way so it seemed.
I retrieved my phone from the bedside cabinet and carefully dialled John's number, just as Sammy slid his big brown cock home.
Sighing deeply....feeling very satisfied...and very... full.... I swallowed, and pressed call.
John, knew of course, that I was going to call him. He was waiting for it.
Although I could not talk dirty to him, he knew full well what was happening to me.
As he answered, Sammy, knowing we didn't have long.... immediately began quickening his strokes....thrusting into me harder...and harder.....it appeared his intention was to come in me while I spoke to John!
