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My pulse raced immediately I saw the text appear on my phone. It had been several months since I’d last heard from Jason my special favourite amongst all my lovers.
“The power of positive thought!” I texted straight back. “I was just thinking about you. k**s are away tomorrow night! Fancy cumming over for some fun?”
“Love to” was his reply.
I excitedly rushed downstairs to show Hubby my text, embracing him with kisses and giggling “Look, look” as I thrust my phone in front of him. We’d only discovered at dinner the previous night that both k**s would be having nights away visiting friends at the end of the week. I’d wanted to ask Jason straight away but Hubby reminded me that he’d declined on the last few occasions we’d asked, and that it had always been us making the first contact instead of him texting me as he often had after our first “meetings” almost two years earlier.
“Perhaps he’s lost interest. We should ask one of your other lovers . . . it’s not as though we haven’t got lots of choices” he joked. He was right of course, the past year had been our busiest, and most fun ever for meeting new lovers, both single and couples, at clubs and from our on-line swingers-profile. But Hubby also knew I had a “soft-spot for his hard-spot” as he often joked whenever we talked about No.6 (which was quite often and usually led to passionate and exciting cuddling sessions!!!).
So to have him texting me was just wonderful!!! The next two days just couldn’t go by fast enough!!!
Hubby picked me up from the station and we raced home to prepare. Hubby showered first whilst I poured the wine (LOL!!!), and laid out the dining table with snacks and dips. Then it was my turn to shower. Hubby sat on the edge of the bath and we chatted about the last occasion we’d hosted Jason which got me even more excited!!! I sent him downstairs to sort out some mood-music and light some candles while I sat down at my dressing table to re-apply make-up and then choose my outfit. I decided on my loose leopard-print silk blouse. Normally I’d wear it with a skirt, but it was long enough to cover my hips . . . and I didn’t feel I needed anything else.
“Wow, I love that neckline” Hubby said when I walked into the front room. I could feel my nipples sliding across the silk and knew they would be standing out against the fabric, without having to look down. “And no knickers either” Hubby exclaimed as he ran his hands down over my bottom as we embraced.
“God, I’m horny” I told him as I returned his kisses. He laughed and replied “Well hopefully you won’t have too long to have your horniess satisfied”.
It was two glasses of wine later though before the doorbell finally rang!
I welcomed him in the hallway with an engulfing embrace and he immediately found my bare bum cheeks as he ran the palms of his hands down my back. “Your hands are cold!” I giggled as I pulled away from his tonguing kisses. “Come on, let’s warm up with some wine and snacks” I said as I led him into the living room.
We actually spent the next hour chatting and catching-up on each others news, snacking . . . and finishing off the first bottle of wine!
“Open another bottle darling, and bring it up to our room” I instructed Hubby, as I took Jason by the hand and led him off up the stairs.
I led my favourite young lover into the bedroom and stood by the bed, moaning instantly as we embraced again and I felt his hands cupping my breasts through the silk as we kissed.
“I’ve missed you” I managed to gasp as I felt him tweak my nipples. I hugged him into me as I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth and I ran my fingers up through the back of his hair. We fell backwards onto the bed and rolled over onto our sides. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he caressed my bum cheeks and then lifted my blouse up and over my head.
He stood to cast his shirt off and step out of his trousers and then knelt back onto the bed to lean down and start sucking at my nipples and caressing his hands down over my tummy. I closed my eyes and heard myself moaning as his tongue and lips sucked over me. I slid both hands down his back and under the waistband of his boxers, cupping his bum and pulling him tighter onto me. I could feel him hard against me through the fabric of his boxer shorts.
I hadn’t heard Hubby coming into the room, but the sudden flash of his camera made me realise he was standing by the foot of the bed and already excited enough to be filming our passionate embracing. I pulled No.6’s boxers completely down over his bum and gasped loudly as I felt his hardness rubbing against my tummy as he knelt forward shuffling his knees and legs forward to let me extricate him from his underpants. I lifted my mouth up to meet his and taste that lovely tongue again as we rolled together further into the middle of the bed. “Oh that’s lovely” I groaned as he ran his fingers down over my pussy lips. I twisted further back and opened my legs wider to give his hand more freedom, all the while kissing and sucking on his wondrous hot and wet tongue and kisses.
I’d been wet sitting with Hubby on our living room sofa waiting for Jason to arrive . . . now I was absolutely sopping, so much so that I could actually hear the sounds of his fingers as he was thrusting them in and out of me. “Oh, god” I was gasping out, over and over . . .
“The power of positive thought!” I texted straight back. “I was just thinking about you. k**s are away tomorrow night! Fancy cumming over for some fun?”
“Love to” was his reply.
I excitedly rushed downstairs to show Hubby my text, embracing him with kisses and giggling “Look, look” as I thrust my phone in front of him. We’d only discovered at dinner the previous night that both k**s would be having nights away visiting friends at the end of the week. I’d wanted to ask Jason straight away but Hubby reminded me that he’d declined on the last few occasions we’d asked, and that it had always been us making the first contact instead of him texting me as he often had after our first “meetings” almost two years earlier.
“Perhaps he’s lost interest. We should ask one of your other lovers . . . it’s not as though we haven’t got lots of choices” he joked. He was right of course, the past year had been our busiest, and most fun ever for meeting new lovers, both single and couples, at clubs and from our on-line swingers-profile. But Hubby also knew I had a “soft-spot for his hard-spot” as he often joked whenever we talked about No.6 (which was quite often and usually led to passionate and exciting cuddling sessions!!!).
So to have him texting me was just wonderful!!! The next two days just couldn’t go by fast enough!!!
Hubby picked me up from the station and we raced home to prepare. Hubby showered first whilst I poured the wine (LOL!!!), and laid out the dining table with snacks and dips. Then it was my turn to shower. Hubby sat on the edge of the bath and we chatted about the last occasion we’d hosted Jason which got me even more excited!!! I sent him downstairs to sort out some mood-music and light some candles while I sat down at my dressing table to re-apply make-up and then choose my outfit. I decided on my loose leopard-print silk blouse. Normally I’d wear it with a skirt, but it was long enough to cover my hips . . . and I didn’t feel I needed anything else.
“Wow, I love that neckline” Hubby said when I walked into the front room. I could feel my nipples sliding across the silk and knew they would be standing out against the fabric, without having to look down. “And no knickers either” Hubby exclaimed as he ran his hands down over my bottom as we embraced.
“God, I’m horny” I told him as I returned his kisses. He laughed and replied “Well hopefully you won’t have too long to have your horniess satisfied”.
It was two glasses of wine later though before the doorbell finally rang!
I welcomed him in the hallway with an engulfing embrace and he immediately found my bare bum cheeks as he ran the palms of his hands down my back. “Your hands are cold!” I giggled as I pulled away from his tonguing kisses. “Come on, let’s warm up with some wine and snacks” I said as I led him into the living room.
We actually spent the next hour chatting and catching-up on each others news, snacking . . . and finishing off the first bottle of wine!
“Open another bottle darling, and bring it up to our room” I instructed Hubby, as I took Jason by the hand and led him off up the stairs.
I led my favourite young lover into the bedroom and stood by the bed, moaning instantly as we embraced again and I felt his hands cupping my breasts through the silk as we kissed.
“I’ve missed you” I managed to gasp as I felt him tweak my nipples. I hugged him into me as I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth and I ran my fingers up through the back of his hair. We fell backwards onto the bed and rolled over onto our sides. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he caressed my bum cheeks and then lifted my blouse up and over my head.
He stood to cast his shirt off and step out of his trousers and then knelt back onto the bed to lean down and start sucking at my nipples and caressing his hands down over my tummy. I closed my eyes and heard myself moaning as his tongue and lips sucked over me. I slid both hands down his back and under the waistband of his boxers, cupping his bum and pulling him tighter onto me. I could feel him hard against me through the fabric of his boxer shorts.
I hadn’t heard Hubby coming into the room, but the sudden flash of his camera made me realise he was standing by the foot of the bed and already excited enough to be filming our passionate embracing. I pulled No.6’s boxers completely down over his bum and gasped loudly as I felt his hardness rubbing against my tummy as he knelt forward shuffling his knees and legs forward to let me extricate him from his underpants. I lifted my mouth up to meet his and taste that lovely tongue again as we rolled together further into the middle of the bed. “Oh that’s lovely” I groaned as he ran his fingers down over my pussy lips. I twisted further back and opened my legs wider to give his hand more freedom, all the while kissing and sucking on his wondrous hot and wet tongue and kisses.
I’d been wet sitting with Hubby on our living room sofa waiting for Jason to arrive . . . now I was absolutely sopping, so much so that I could actually hear the sounds of his fingers as he was thrusting them in and out of me. “Oh, god” I was gasping out, over and over . . .
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