002 Graham & Julie ...2
So I'd been wanking with Graham on-line for awhile & got to know him quite well. I believed that, apart from being a perv like me, he was a decent guy. I'd started taking sneaky pics of Julie when she wasn't aware. Ones of her sunbathing, dressing & undressing and some really sneaky ones of her in the shower. Graham really enjoyed them & his cock would throb that little bit harder every time i revealed a bit more of Julie.
He really did want Julie which was a huge turn on. I'd been getting more & more infatuated with the idea of seeing Julie being taken. A plan was starting to form in the far recess' of my pervy mind.
I asked Graham what the chances were of a meet, he was a bit sceptical and said that he liked our friendship & what we get up to but he was a pussy only guy & that it was Julie and the stories we made up of what he got up to with her that got him aroused. I assured him that as hot as his cock was, my main aim was to see it breaching Julie's shaved bald pussy lips. Don't get me wrong, if in the heat of an orgy i found it swinging close to me I definately would have given it a suck!
I'd been gently trying to introduce more adventurous situations into my love making with Julie. She would still only entertain any kind of sexiness when her teenage terrors were all out of the house, and with there being 5 of them those oppourtunities were few and far inbetween, apart from the odd weekend when their dad would have them for the weekend. I'd tried to get her to buy sexy skimpy clothing but she would point out how impractical they were. I even suggested buying a realistic looking dildo but she was horrified at that and was paranoid that her bairns would find any toys and would go charging around the house using them as light sabres or Harry Potter wands when the vicar was here for tea!
The weekends that we did get free were an absolute frenzy of lovemaking. From 2 hours after they had been picked up (she wanted to be sure that they hadn't forgotten anything and wern't returning to pick it up!) to 4 hours before they were due to return (Everything had to be meticulously cleaned, Living room sofa's, chairs, kitchen table, washing machine... you get the gist) & liberal amounts of Febreeze sprayed to, in Julie's words,
"Hide the smell of sex"
I would go to work on Monday morning a broken, but happy man. Balls swinging alot higher & tighter. I was the luckiest man in the world, and felt guilty, I should be sharing this woman with other men.
........ to be continued.
He really did want Julie which was a huge turn on. I'd been getting more & more infatuated with the idea of seeing Julie being taken. A plan was starting to form in the far recess' of my pervy mind.
I asked Graham what the chances were of a meet, he was a bit sceptical and said that he liked our friendship & what we get up to but he was a pussy only guy & that it was Julie and the stories we made up of what he got up to with her that got him aroused. I assured him that as hot as his cock was, my main aim was to see it breaching Julie's shaved bald pussy lips. Don't get me wrong, if in the heat of an orgy i found it swinging close to me I definately would have given it a suck!
I'd been gently trying to introduce more adventurous situations into my love making with Julie. She would still only entertain any kind of sexiness when her teenage terrors were all out of the house, and with there being 5 of them those oppourtunities were few and far inbetween, apart from the odd weekend when their dad would have them for the weekend. I'd tried to get her to buy sexy skimpy clothing but she would point out how impractical they were. I even suggested buying a realistic looking dildo but she was horrified at that and was paranoid that her bairns would find any toys and would go charging around the house using them as light sabres or Harry Potter wands when the vicar was here for tea!
The weekends that we did get free were an absolute frenzy of lovemaking. From 2 hours after they had been picked up (she wanted to be sure that they hadn't forgotten anything and wern't returning to pick it up!) to 4 hours before they were due to return (Everything had to be meticulously cleaned, Living room sofa's, chairs, kitchen table, washing machine... you get the gist) & liberal amounts of Febreeze sprayed to, in Julie's words,
"Hide the smell of sex"
I would go to work on Monday morning a broken, but happy man. Balls swinging alot higher & tighter. I was the luckiest man in the world, and felt guilty, I should be sharing this woman with other men.
........ to be continued.
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