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Binky lay in bed and looked up at her bedroom ceiling. There were several cracks that needed filling and a lick of paint wouldn’t go amiss. She rolled her eyes as she listened to Matt talking outside on his mobile phone, no doubt making excuses as to his whereabouts to his harridan of a demanding wife.
Binky sighed and turned over onto her stomach. This was obviously not an ideal situation and, if someone had told her six months ago that she would become involved with a married man, she would have laughed them out of town. Now, all she could hear was Matt’s murmurs of deception as he let his wife know that his ‘weekend with the lads’ was going fine. Binky twirled her hair around her finger, a habit she'd kept from childhood; it brought her comfort.
Matt walked into the bedroom, his face a mass of anxiety. His blond hair stuck up on end which usually made him look cute in Binky’s eyes. Now the sight of him irritated her, particularly because her gut instinct was telling her that, yet again, there was another problem.
That was Matt’s downfall: he always had a fucking problem. Instead of ripping off his clothes and slipping beneath the sheets and ravishing Binky till she begged him to stop, he sat at the end of her bed, a look of contrition shadowing his baby face looks.
“I have to go. Maisie isn’t well,” Matt’s eyes gazed at her, imploring Binky to be understanding, but that was definitely not on her agenda.
“She can’t keep doing this to you. Every time you go away or heaven forbid you have a night out, one of the children are always ill. If it’s not Maisie, it’s Declan with his reflux issues that, incidentally, never seem to occur when you are at home. It’s pathetic.”
Binky’s green eyes flashed Matt a look of disgust, her lips curled in contempt.
“What can I do?” Matt looked at her, visibly torn.
“You could tell her that she will have to deal with it herself or you will look pussy whipped in front of the lads,” Binky retorted.
Matt slid his hand across the bed sheets and attempted to stroke Binky’s legs. She pulled them away and sat up, drawing them up to her chest.
“Í hate it when you get all mad, but your wrinkled forehead is so cute,” Matt said in an obvious attempt to win her over.
“Just go Matt.”
Binky got out of bed and stormed from the room. Reaching the bathroom she tugged the door open before slamming it hard behind her. Sitting on the toilet seat, she felt tears of frustration sting her eyes. Angrily she wiped them away as she heard the apartment door shut announcing Matt’s departure.
This was a totally new situation for her. She was always so in control of everything and she knew that she would have to end it with Matt at some point. Unfortunately her heart was involved, which was another weird situation for her. She simply didn’t do love, it was never worth the hassle.
An hour later, Binky sat at her breakfast bar nursing a banana smoothie contemplating what to do. Not only was she livid at Matt, she was horny and frustrated, a dangerous mixture. However, more importantly, she was angry at herself for even thinking that Matt would step up to the mark.
She had planned on fucking Matt all day but, now that particular arrangement had gone out of the window quicker than a rat up a drainpipe, she was at a loss.
Her pride wouldn’t allow her to start ringing any of her friends to find out what they were up to. The last thing Binky needed was for them all to know that, yet again, Matt had let her down. She would just have to find a way to occupy herself.
Twenty minutes later she was showered and dressed in her Lycra running shorts and matching vest. Grabbing her water bottle off the kitchen work top, Binky left her apartment fully geared up to run out her sexual frustration. Reaching the local country park in record time, Binky picked up her running pace, her trainers pounding against the stone laden path. She reached the lake and stopped momentarily to take in the natural beauty that surrounded her.
The swans dipped their heads under the water searching for food and Binky wondered how swans could actually live with having just one partner for the rest of their lives. She couldn’t imagine anything more boring.
Also, even if she had been looking for a lifetime of eternal commitment, she was never going to find that with Matt. Binky took off her baseball cap and rearranged her sleek ebony hair into a neat pony tail before placing the cap back on her head.
As she ran under the branches that led to a secluded part of the park, Binky spotted Jogging Boy. She’d seen him a few times on her daily runs and they had shared the odd few cursory waves and friendly smiles. He was admittedly gorgeous, in a rough and ready kind of way, and Binky had noticed that he was housing a sizeable cock within his jogging bottoms.
Running past her, he gave her a small wave and Binky waved back. There and then she decided that the only medicine to ease her frustrations was a good hard fuck.
She watched Jogging Boy and instantly changed the direction of her run so they were guaranteed to meet at some point. ‘At least my fuckdar is still in tact,’ Binky thought and, like a woman possessed, she embarked on her mission.
Two hours later, Jogging Boy was in Binky’s bed. His cock was unfeasibly huge, his body toned within an inch of his life and, as Binky rocked back and forth on his cock, she brought him to a seamless orgasm.
However, Jogging Boy wasn’t as rough and ready as his appearance suggested. He had visibly looked horrified when Binky had asked him to pull her hair and had physically balked when she had tried to manouvere his cock for a bit of anal.
Lying beside him, Binky let out a huge sigh. All she had wanted was desperate, hard dirty fucking but, obviously, Jogging Boy was from the school of making love. ‘Who makes love to a relative stranger?’ Binky thought as she felt Jogging Boys muscular legs curl into hers.
After half an hour of small talk and giving Jogging Boy the excuse that she really had an urgent dinner party to attend, Binky managed to coerce him out of her apartment. Leaning against her apartment door, Binky realised she was even more sexually frustrated than before.
Walking through to the living room, she picked up her mobile phone,. There were no texts from Matt and now the whole evening stretched out before her with nothing to do. She decided in the end to take up her father’s offer of spending the rest of the weekend at his house.
It wasn’t the most ideal of propositions for a horny, single twenty eight year old but, as Binky half-heartedly packed her overnight bag she consoled herself with the thought of spending the next day riding one of her father’s treasured stallions.
Zipping up her the bag she grabbed her car keys from the bedside table and felt immediately cheered at the thought of having a stallion between her thighs, even if it was one from the animal world.
Subsequent to an evening of drinks with her father and his new, much-younger girlfriend, Binky opted for an early night to end, what had turned out to be, a disastrous day. Matt still hadn’t texted her so Binky turned off her phone and snuggled into her childhood bed. ‘Let that bastard wonder where I am for a change’ was her final thought before sleep overtook her and sent her into blessed oblivion.
The next morning, after a shower and one of her father’s customary mammoth full English breakfasts, Binky couldn’t wait to get in the saddle and blow away the cobwebs of discontentment that were filling her head like cotton wool.
She’d always been aware of how horny it made her feel riding a horse. She loved the feeling of gripping the back of the horse tightly between her thighs and, hopefully, if she rode for long enough in the fresh air, she would eventually be too tired to feel sexually frustrated.
With breakfast over and, after exchanging pleasantries with her father whilst pointedly trying to ignore his hands that were roaming up his new girlfriend’s dressing gown, Binky ran upstairs and changed into her riding gear. Twirling in front of her full length bedroom mirror, she secretly coveted how her cream riding jodhpurs hugged her lithe thighs and accentuated her pert bottom. Scouring her wardrobe, Binky found her favourite navy blue riding jacket.
Grabbing her crop from the top shelf along with her riding hat, Binky ran back downstairs and left the house striding with confidence across the courtyard to the stables.
That afternoon Binky rode her father’s favourite black stallion Jasper for what seemed like hours. The thrill of galloping freely amidst the countryside lifted Binky’s spirits. The warm July breeze whipped against her cheeks, giving her face a healthy glow. When she returned to the stables, she dismounted and, leading Jasper in, the smell of fresh straw and manure assailed her nostrils.
As she took off the saddle and hung up Jaspers bridle she turned and noticed Marco, her father’s stablehand and trusted family friend. His deep blue eyes pierced his olive complexion, causing Binky to take an involuntary gasp.
“Oh my God, Binky,” Marco exclaimed, his Italian accent causing something inside her to stir. “It’s been so long since I saw you last. You look fabulous.”
Binky smiled at him. Marco had worked at her father’s stables for as long as she could remember and, for a guy close to hitting forty, he was remarkably fit. How could she have not even given him a thought? After all, he had been the second guy she had slept with when she had been a naïve eighteen year old. He had been her dirty little secret and she had been his. He had liberated her sexually and Binky had developed a penchant for sucking him off on their way to her gymkhanas.
“Marco, it’s so nice to see you again,” Binky flashed him her brightest of smiles as she pushed Jasper into his stable before bolting the door.
She leant on the stable door ledge and absent mindedly stroked Jaspers nose, “So how’s tricks?”
“I’m still single and horny,” Marco replied, a slow smile sliding across his face.
“Being in a relationship is such a drag,” Binky replied, aware that her pussy was in overdrive, thinking about Marco’s cock. “We should get together some time.”
Binky resisted the urge to run her tongue across her lips suggestively. She didn’t want to come across too obvious even if her insides were burning with sexual trepidation. No matter how loose her moral code may have been over the last twenty four hours, being too obvious was not Binky’s thing at all.
“What are you doing this afternoon?’Marco asked. “Do you fancy sharing a bottle of wine for old time’s sake?”
Binky nodded and smiled. “Why not, Marco, that sounds like an excellent idea and the best proposition I've had in a while.”
Later, after Binky had changed out of her riding gear, she sat with Marco in her father’s garden. The first bottle of wine had gone down very nicely indeed. Marco was his usual flirty self and Binky could feel herself becoming more and more relaxed in his company.
“So, how come you are still single?” Binky asked as she finished her glass of wine and handed Marco another bottle to open.
“Óh, you know me Binky, so many women so little time.” Marco popped the cork on the bottle with ease and refilled Binky’s glass. “What about you?”
“Same here, it’s a case of so many cocks and so little time.”
Binky’s eyes suddenly clouded over at the thought of Matt. He still hadn’t texted her and she wasn’t happy with the situation at all. She resolved to do something about it after the weekend. Matt’s set up was starting to bore her. She decided that the only way she could take her mind off of Matt was by flirting with Marco. After all, wasn’t Binky’s motto, 'Don’t chase them, just replace them?' She fully intended to do just that.
After taking a sip of wine, Binky asked, “Marco, what’s the horniest sexual experience you've ever had?”
“You mean apart from sleeping with you?”
Binky rolled her eyes, “Í don’t believe that for one minute, but flattery will certainly get you everywhere." She giggled and pushed a stray hair back over her ear. “No, go on tell me.”
Marco grinned at her. “Okay, let me think. Well, for me, the horniest thing I have ever done is when I slept with my best friend's mother.”
Binky raised her eyebrows, “Really?”
Marco took a sip of his wine and nodded. “Yes, really. I was eighteen and she was thirty-six.”
“Well, go on,” Binky urged. “You need to tell me all about it now.” She slapped his thigh, “Don’t tease me, Marco.”
“Okay, keep your knickers on. That’s assuming you are wearing knickers.” Marco’s eyes twinkled. “Anyway, are you sitting comfortably?”
Binky nodded and settled back into her chair.
“Okay, then I will begin. It was Halloween. No, I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
Marco leant back in his chair and stretched his arms above his head. His shirt rose up giving Binky just the slightest glimpse of his tanned stomach. Not only was he openly teasing her he was frustrating her as well.
“Oh, just get on with it Marco. You can’t start divulging information and then stop.”
Marco laughed and suddenly Binky felt the urge to run her tongue across his perfect white teeth, trace her tongue down his throat and onto his chest... Stop it, Binky told her herself and mentally gave herself a jolt, snapping the horny images shut.
“Like I said, it was Halloween,’’ Marco continued with his tale. “I had been invited to my friend’s party. We all got drunk as teenagers do on this really potent punch his mum had made. She was getting ready to go out and leave us all to it but, somehow, I got chatting to her in the kitchen. I was obviously trying to delay her leaving because she was so hot.”
Binky poured herself another glass of wine, her mind was now a fuzz of horny emotions, “What did she look like?”
“She was about five foot six, long, dark curly hair, massive tits and a really pretty face. She had these gorgeous huge brown eyes that gave her a look of innocence but there was also an air of naughtiness about her.
"As we were chatting, I was conscious of the fact that I could see her bra through her white t-shirt and she was wearing these really tight black pants which showed off how taut her arse was. I was getting all brave in the flirting department because the punch was literally hitting me with full force and my confidence was sky high. Anyway, in mid-conversation, she told me she had to start getting ready to go out and she just left me there, horny and hard in the kitchen.”
Marco momentarily paused as he drank his glass of wine and, for a moment, Binky thought he was going to leave the story right there. All she knew was, she now definitely wanted to fuck him and his story hadn’t even got going.
“Ányway,” Marco thankfully resumed his tale. “Í stood in the kitchen for a while before I realised I really needed a pee so I went upstairs to the toilet. As I left the toilet, I saw my friend’s mum walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head and another draped across her body which scooped down so I could see her back, all tanned and toned. Her shoulders were beautiful and smooth and I could feel myself getting hard again.
"I was just considering going back into the toilet to relieve myself but, as I opened the door, the noise caused my friend's mum to turn round and she motioned for me to follow her. I walked across the landing and followed her into her bedroom.
"In her bedroom, I noticed that she had laid out her chosen attire for her evening. On the bed lay a pair of stockings, black Basque and a military cap. She caught me looking at the gear and gave a little giggle. She told me she was going to a fancy dress party but one with a difference. She smiled at me and I was desperate to hide my cock that was hard and throbbing to the point where it was actually becoming painful.
"I’d only ever had a couple of fumbles with girls at school and stood here in front of me was a woman who wouldn’t have looked out of place in a porn film. Her eyes moved from her sexy outfit to the outline of my cock which she could see through my jeans.”
Binky could feel her moist pussy, her knickers having moved from being slightly damp to one step away from being soaked.
“So you fucked her?” Binky suddenly wanted Marco to get right on to the nitty gritty, horny parts of the story. The backdrop was now becoming boring. Marco, sensing Binky’s frustration, decided to move away from setting the scene.
“She pushed me onto the wrought iron bed, got a scarf from the top drawer of her dressing table and tied me to the bed. I watched her as she dropped her towel and dressed in her basque and stockings before pulling on some black lace knickers.
"She took the towel off from around her hair and allowed her black curls to fall free. She scooped them back up and pushed on her Military cap before applying a thick coat of red lipstick. She walked over to the bed and straddled me before unzipping my jeans. Her fingers reached inside and pulled out my cock. She gave it a quick lick and a suck before pulling my jeans straight down.
"I felt like I was going to blow my load and I hadn’t even had a chance to get anywhere near her pussy. But, somehow, I managed to curb the urge. Being paranoid that we could get caught at any moment helped in that area I guess.
"She must have read my mind because, as she moved her knickers to the side ,she assured me it wouldn’t take long. She spat on my cock and lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was as tight, which surprised me. Every movement was really intense as she rode me hard. It was fast and naughty; this forbidden act was obviously getting her off as she came all over me.
"There was a knock at the bedroom door and I felt myself freeze. Anyone could have been on the other side and that was just too much for me as I shot my load inside her. I remember thinking, I want to do this every day for the rest of my life. And that was it, my first real naughty sexual encounter.”
Binky wished that Marco was sitting close enough so she could see if his cock was as hard as her pussy was wet. The story had heightened her sexual frustrations. She needed to relieve herself - and quick. She stood, feeling woozy and horny.
“I’m just going to the loo.” Binky excused herself. Well, sometimes, a girls gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!
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