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 Hello again. Been away for a time. I’m still working as a designer and recently had an opportunity to tour with a Danish girl as part of my work. Always heard that the Danes were good, but never realised how much. Her name was Bridget, very tall and blonde, lovely face but almost no tits. We had loads to do during the day, but the evenings were our own. She was simply a lot of fun, so we decided to meet again for a week’s break.

I did the paying, but I got the full package in return as we spent some quality time together. The Dane never disappointed. Flirting on my arm, rolling those big eyes, vibrant conversation, good companionship and whatever I wanted in bed, usually after a late night drink. She expected nothing else at bedtime: how else would you end your day? Kissing and undressing each other, maybe a shower first and slipping into bed naked, but best of all putting on a suspender belt and black stockings that I bought her despite her insistence that she “never dressed for sex”.

Great foreplay. I loved licking around her small tits, which then scarcely needed a bra, and sucked her nipples. Then down on her and tasted the honey of her snatch as I licked her out. In a week I reckon that I fucked in just about every position: missionary, doggy, cowgirl forward and reverse, deep penetration with her feet around my neck, bent double, and got her once in the arse but she wasn’t that unwilling. She did suck if requested/in the mood. There were other times too. In the evening before changing for dinner, a ‘warm and deep place’ in the middle of the night, a morning quickie, in the shower, bending her forward over an available surface and pumping her energetically while she obligingly took whatever I had, and once when things really heated up sucking me off in the car. In other words, I got my money’s worth. Couldn’t wait to tell the ever patient Em.

 Actually, as is so often the case, telling Em about Claire wasn’t a problem. Em used the fact that I was away to stay with Steve, her long-time lover. Here I need to explain that Steve is really Stephanie. You would certainly say she was a woman if you saw her. She dresses attractively, hair well done, good legs and ample tits with a cleavage that is normally on public display. Yet she has something that really turns my wife on big time, namely, an abnormal clit that measures something like 4 inches long and is hard and knobbly. As Em says, when they get their legs intertwined and go pussy to pussy, Steve can use this appendage like a cock, getting at least part of it into the mouth of her love tube. Indeed, fond as Em is of me, she says that she has never had sex likes she gets from Steve.

She is so full of things that confession time starts with tales of Steve. They had been to a gallery preview, out to dinner and gave the taxi-driver an eyeful as they necked in his cab on the way home. Once through the front door, it’s down to having sex, but gentle reader, there are no strap-ons, no dildos, and no dressing in BDSM gear. All I can report is a story of two women sharing a large bath, pampering each other dry, kissing deeply and nibbling and licking each other out in a 69 position. It was only then that Steve took over and used her gift to send our Em to somewhere just this side of Heaven. Two nights of that have left her with a glow that will withstand anything.

“How did you get on?” she asks. I tell her about Claire from start to finish including the “L”-word. “Wow”, she said, “be careful there. She has only seen you as Sir Galahad, she might not like you so much as the Lady of the Lake. Wait until she comes home and finds you in her underwear.” “Thanks Em”, I replied, “you could at least have made it Queen Guinevere”. “But seriously”, she said, “if she does decide to pursue things, say no. I don’t mind you having whatever affairs you like provided that you don’t pick up any nasty diseases, but this one will almost certainly end with retired husband either winding his golf clubs round your head or ramming his fishing rod up your arse. But if she does come on strong, you could always hand her over to me. I’ll fix it for you” “Thanks, Em, where you I be without you?” “About where I’d be without you”, she replied with a surprisingly tender smile.

That was all that was required. One glance and we immediately fell on one another just like we always have. Clothes are almost ripped off. There is no foreplay. I’m hard and she is wet after all the talk about sex. I enter her fully almost at once and we spend the next five minutes with mouths locked together, her on top. She starts to come and I join her. Together we would have sounded like a jumbo jet taking off. After over 40 years, the magic is still there. 

 And so we reach the final part.  Sorry for the instalments; the whole story is too big for the system to cope). 

The next day went well.  You would not believe how well we British can do when we want to pretend that nothing has happened.  Deals are speedily concluded.  I reckon that Claire has struck a pretty good deal and will now pass the information across to another department so she will be out of the loop.  I get a rather generous contract to complete the report-writing,   A couple of toasts and we are back at the hotel.  "Let's have supper later and I'll make it up to you for last night."  OK, I said, but neither of us are drunk.  We are both over 60 and, in another era, might already have been retired.  I'm looking at her mumsy face and overweight figure, she can see a balding, grey-headed man.  But we are the best that each other have got for the night, so we will indeed make the best of it. 

We go out to a good restaurant.  We drain a rather fine bottle of wine and some brandies and get a taxi back.  I have my arm round her and she has her hand on my upper leg.  This time, we go to my room because it is where the KY is to be found and I have my heart set on anal.  "I know you like stockings so I bought some from the hotel shop."  Well, actually, they are hold-ups, but with the boots that will be OK.  Tits are eased from bra cups as before and are sucked extensively.  Tongue then moves down to clit, which is down there amidst her so-hairy muff and, once found, licked and sucked.  I turn her into a 69 with her on top and found that she still gives good head.  Out of mischief, I turn us over so I'm on top, but her firm hand prevents deep throat.  I start to rim her as she works a finger up into my bottom (takes me back to more active bi days).  KY is applied and I get her into doggy position.  I begin in her pussy and then pull out before I get too near orgasm.  Time for anal.  I get the head in but it takes more lube to get the shaft into her anus as well.  As her muscles relax, I start to be able to move in and out and soon deposit my load deeep inside.

At this point, I'd like to say that we each had three further orgasms in ever more adventurous positions but in fact I just gave her cunny to finish her off and we watched a porno film on the telly before another brief missionary fuck.  But unlike last time, she's kissing passionately and isn't drunk.  We lay there in the dark as we drift off to *****, before the thunderbolt arrives -- the "L" word.  She kisses me again, lingeringly with lots of tongue.  "I think that I love you", she said.  Oh no, I thought, not that.  Maybe she'll forget it by the morning.  But she's sufficiently turned on to join me for sex in the shower and touches me whenever she can during the day.  She holds my hand as we walk around the airport.  At Heathrow, she kisses me goodbye before we come out through customs and her husband picks her up.  "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" she says.  "Who knows?" I said and wonder how I'm going to tell Em all of this.  

 The car journey back was surreal.  I'm sitting in the front seat with Tony driving and we're talking about county cricket.  A silent Claire is in the back seat looking out the window.  We get back to the hotel.  Tony says, "Axel, if you'll excuse me, I need a private word with Claire about tomorrow".  "Sure", I said, "Goodnight Tony, and I'll wait for you in the lobby Claire".  Claire talks outside to Tony for a few minutes and then comes in with a face like thunder.  I think that she is about to cry.  "What's the matter, love?", I said.  "Let's talk in private", she says and leads me to her room.  The whole story then comes out.  When Karen and I disappeared upstairs, Tony waited until he heard the door close and then told Claire to come upstairs with him.  They went to the next room to where Karen and I were starting to make out.  "Did you notice any mirrors?" she said.  I pointed out that the room was full of them.  "The big one at the end of the bed, however, was a special one.  You flick a switch at the side and it turns into a two-way mirror.  The room was miked too.  You were being set up to make a porno, but you guessed it, which is why Karen went ballistic."  Clever me, I thought, except that I hadn't; I just happened to use the right words.  Suddenly though, I'm annoyed.  "So you just sat there and enjoyed the show?"  She bursts into tears.  "No, it was horrible.  He got me to strip off and suck him while he watched you.  He said that if I didn't do so, the deal was off and he would tell the bank that it was all down to me -- he can't touch you because you are a freelance.  He kept pushing my head down on his cock so that I gagged too.  If you hadn't seen through it all, I've no idea what would have happened.  Thank you so much.  He warned me in the car park just now that if I repeat any of this, things won't go well for me, but I know that I can trust you."  Now she's in my arms, hugging me tight and sobbing.  Oh boy, I'm the hero of the hour, but all I really wanted to do is shag this woman senseless as in our previous drunken escapade which she said never really happened.  "Please stay with me tonight.  You can do anything you want", she says.

It's a nice invitation and I immediately accept but this is a troubled woman and I'm in the unaccustomed role of being the shining knight.  I cuddle and gently kiss her as she lays naked in my arms.  At best, I get to caress her impressive but still saggy tits.  She falls ***** and I lay there thinking that this is not going according to plan at all.  Eventually I get to ***** too.  I wake at about 6.45 with my arm still over her but she has her back to me.  Within seconds, I have an erection to die for.  She stirs as I move her into a spoon position and obligingly shifts her bottom back towards me so that I can enter her pussy more easily.  I push in as far as I can, then grab her by the hips so that I can hump her properly.  Some heavier breathing and a stifled squeal tell me that she has come.  Rather louder noises a little while later tell her that I shooting my load into her.  Not a word is said, no condoms are requested.  It was certainly nice.

(Last part follows)

  Carrying on from where I left off, we get to Karen's bedroom.  Sumptuous decor and mirrors everywhere.  These guys know how to party and I'm up for that. We start well.  I've got her dress off, her tits are out her bra and some fingers have started to explore her pleasantly moist snatch.  But after 10 minutes or so, it all changes.  Karen starts talking really dirty.  She wants me to fuck her arse off, make her cunt sore, spunk over her tits and so on.  Not my style, love, I say, but I'll happily do my share.    She pushes me back on the bed and straddles me in her really expensive dark blue lingerie, with suspender belt and stockings.  This has all been planned.  Nothing wrong with that.   She unzips me and jerks out my cock.  Everything is now so fast.  She starts sucking while still undoing my belt.  As soon as my pants are down, she has me in deep and she starts writhing as if she is having an orgasm.  Slow down, I say, struggling to get the rest of my clothes off, which I manage to do, almost while restraining her.  She's on me again and applies a furious handjob that will take the skin off in a few minutes.  Now there is more dirty talk.  She's been a bad girl; she wants me to punish her.  Then it's back to sucking my cock and more writhing and moaning.  Karen, I say, “what are you doing?” “ I need a cock in me so bad”, she says, and writhes some more. “We're not making a porno film here”, I said, “slow down and enjoy it”.  “You smug English bastard”, she shouts at me, and storms out the room.

What the fuck did I do?  I look for my clothes and start to make myself decent.  Tony appears at the door.  “Look mate, seems like things are not working out tonight.  Why don't I run you back to your hotel?; it's early yet”.  “OK”, I say, “but what about Claire?”  “That's OK”, she says also appearing at the door, rearranging her clothes.  “I'll be coming with”.

We go down to the car. “ Where's Karen”, I say, “I'd like to say goodbye”.  “Oh”, said Tony, “she isn't feeling well, but she'll be alright in the morning.  Let's go out”.  As we walk down the path and wait for Tony to back the car out, Claire squeezes my arm gently.  “Well done”, she whispered, “that could have been really nasty”.  “What do you mean?” I said.  “Tell you when we get back to the hotel”, she said, giving my arm another squeeze.  (More later).

 Like it or not Claire is stuck with me on the offshore finance project and it was back to the same hotel as in our last meeting.  You are not going to bed with me again, she said as we boarded the plane.  Whatever you say, I said, but I've got the KY just in case.  No means no, she said.  We'll see, I smirked, and by the way, I'd like to see you in stockings.  I don't wear them, she replied.  I'll lend you mine, I said...at which a look of incredulity and horror came over her face.  I have to say, she looked better this time.  Still too much weight, but her hair was freshly dyed blonde and she was in her boots again, which our last adventure showed that I liked.  Same routine of supper and then business meeting, but this time at a the home bank's conference centre.  Our host offered to drive us back to our hotel, but as we got to the car, he said, care to come back to my place and meet the wife?  She's always happy to meet new people in this god-forsaken hole (a strangte way to describe somewhere that looks like paradise).  We agreed and went back to a villa that you couldn't afford even on a rollover lottery.  Wife was pleasant, another dyed blonde of around 55, but you could see her nipples very clearly under her tight top.  Drinks served, in some volume.  Things developed.  Care to stay the night, she said.  That would be nice, I said before Claire could open her mouth.  Great, said our host.  Let's put some music on -- cheesy or what?  Lights go down.  Our host , Tony, starts to make a move on Claire, who looks at me for support.  I smile and go and sit next to his wife Karen.  Claire looks askance at the hand that is going up her skirt, but I'm losing interest because Karen is sticking her tongue down my throat.  This is one hot lady.  Five minutes later, we are upstairs, leaving Claire in the middle of a blow job with Tony.  She seems happy enough, I think.  More to follow.

  Gosh, sorry to bombard you all with so many entries in such a short time to begin this blog, but although I’m a writer I have never previously put any of this stuff down on paper and it is soooooo much more fun that reporting on trades fairs.  On which topic, let me introduce another character with whom I have recently tested the bed springs, the unlikely Claire.  I say unlikely because she looks like everyone’s favourite granny, albeit with badly dyed hair (not that many people in real life with orange hair at the age of 60).  Claire reports on… well, things to do with finance so as to make her reasonably anonymous.  She has an accountant husband (retired) and lives in the London suburbs.  We recently went to a seminar in an offshore tax haven, still under British rule, for a three night stint.  The company put us in the same hotel and we had adjoining rooms (not requested, the hotel just put us there).  We had supper on the first evening by ourselves, at which she told me about her accountant husband (retired), her cats and her forecasts for the Sterling exchange rates.  I responded with my own trivia.

We went to the bar and met some colleagues.  We cracked open two bottles of bubbly, sank another couple of good Spanish wine and finished with some brandy.  By the time that they left and we staggered back to the lift, we were tipsy.  She held my arm tight on the way down the corridor.  Is this our room? she said as I got to my door.  It is now, I said.  The second that the door closed, all hell broke loose.  We yanked each other out of our clothes and she’s lying on the bed, with her large but saggy tits out of her bra cups (my contribution) and her tights and knickers down but held in place by her knee-length, high-heeled black boots.  I offer my cock somewhere in the region of her mouth and she’s happy to suck (rather well; I saw worried she might throw up).  I pulled up her legs and awkwardly navigated her inti position to lick her out.  Let me get these off, she says fumbling with her boots.  OK, I said, but put the boots back on after you get rid of your tights and panties.  Mmmm, she said and complied without comment.  Got a condom? she said, as I sought to enter.  You know, first date and all that stuff.  No, sorry I said.  That’s OK, I have she said.  Wow, she’s on the pull too.  After fitting it on, it gets like a porno flick.  This is one busy lady.  She straddles, she rides, she does reverse cowgirl, but only her breathing suggests whether she has come or not because she is otherwise soundless.  I come without much effort but she keeps on grinding.  The condom comes off at some point, but she either doesn’t notice or care.  She rims me, she asks me to do it to her.  It just so happens that I travel with some KY (standard travelling equipment if you are married to Em), so I prepare her arsehole, using one then two fingers, while she rubs her clit.  She sucks me again to get me hard.  I get her to stand on the floor and bend her over the bed so that I can sodomise her.  I enter and she wobbles to and froe on her heels as I work my way into her back passage.  Tight fit and doesn’t get much looser but I pop my load in due course.  Still tipsy but knackered we collapse on the bed, pull some sheets over us and put out the light.

I awake about 7 a.m. with her in my arms and a large scratch on my leg from one of her heels – yes her boots are still on and her tits are still hanging out of her bra.  I look at her and suddenly feel old.  I nudge her awake.  She wakes and says Ohmigod, covering first her tits, then her pussy and then clutching her head with both saying, first, I’ve got an awful hangover, second, that ought not to have happened (so why do you have a condom in your bag?) and, third, oh shit I’ve still got my boots on.  Yup, I said (especially as I didn’t have a hangover) and the sheets record the fact that you have slept wearing your boots, but that was a lot of fun.  I planted a playful kiss on one of her nipples.  She recoiled, covering herself with one of the worse-for-wear sheets.  Just make me some coffee, she said, pleasssse. 

Later we talked about it like mature adults and decided that it didn’t happen.  But it did happen Claire and maybe sometime it will happen again.  A lady who encourages oral and anal is someone worth knowing

  Nils dropped Em back around noon, with a post-10 a.m. snog that was technically against the rules, but who cares?  She came in the house.  Our rule is that we tell each other everything.  Quite apart from being exciting, this only works if we are open with each other.  (Marriage guidance ends).

How’s my girlie? she said, knowing that I’d been with Sarah.  How’s the bottom? I replied.  Have a look, she said and pulled up her skirt.  Not a pretty sight.  Two red cheeks with the remains of what might have been welts, her left stocking laddered, her right with dried up semen on the back.  That must hurt, I said.  Worth it, she said, finding the most comfy cushion and even then wincing as she sat on it.  What did he do?  Blindfolded me and got me to give him a blow job.  Then I’m across his knee, the usual rubbish about being a bad girl and I get a mild spanking.  He’s starting to enjoy himself.  Handcuffed me to the bed face down and put a cushion under me to raise my botty.  Got down between my legs and licked me out.  Put a vibe in and turned it on and just left me.  Must have been there helpless for 20 minutes.  I keep hearing rustlings and then, whack, he must have caned me.  Just the once.  Then more time passes and then out of the blue, another.  I’ve come so often on the vibe that I lost count.  Then he’s gently lubeing my arsehole when whack another stroke, really hard.  I screamed at him to get on with it.  He took out the vibe and starts licking me out again.  Really nice, before swish and another stroke.  That’s four; am I due six?  He works my botty with a butt plug before, swish and another stroke, but that wasn’t a cane… maybe a *****.  The plug’s out and I feel him enter.  He must have been astride because he was in deep.  He pulls out and this smelly cock is presented to my mouth.  Never known why ATM is supposed to turn people on, but he’s enjoying it.  He pulls out again and I wait for him to enter me again.  Swish, no, that was a cane and it hurt.  That’s all, I said.  That’s all you were getting he said.  Back inside me, he’s pounding away and climaxes.  Your turn, he says, releasing me but I’m too sore for much so we have a quiet bit of non-BDSM sex and we go to *****.  A quickie in the morning completed things.  How about you, she said.  I told her about Sarah.  Is she lez? she said, now that is worth knowing for the future.  You are not going to compete with me for Sarah, I said.  You never know your luck, she said, anyway do you need a blow job? that is all I’m capable of doing.  That would be nice, I said, and after 5 minutes and decanting my warm load into her mouth, the weekend entertainments were over.

  We reached the home and had a quick snog in the car before going inside.  I’m 63 and can still manage erections reasonably well, but Sarah was going to be hard work.  I went into the kitchen to get us some drinks and take a *****; I was going to need all the help that I could get.  Sarah was reading the Weekend Financial Times, which was on the coffee table.  Oh great, I thought.  Do you want to dress up? she said.  It’s OK with me if you do.  She sounded like a social worker.  That would be nice, I said, but before going upstairs, I turned on the Blu-ray and put on some lesbian porn for her to watch while waiting.  I went upstairs and put on a suspender belt and black stockings and then my bathrobe.  On second thoughts, I removed my robe again and put on one of Em’s red teddies as well.  I thought about heels, but there is only so much of a dickhead that I want to look.  Robe on again and went downstairs.  I got a sight for sore eyes.  She’s helped herself to more booze, she’s hitched up her dress, her knickers are discarded on the carpet and she’s furiously frigging herself.  She hardly notices me return or what I’m wearing.  I discard my robe and pull her towards me.  The change is amazing.  When I can get her attention from the screen, her tongue is down my throat.  She pulls my cock out of the teddy and gives me perfect head.  She straddles me, still in her dress, and takes it reverse cowgirl, while watching a blonde on-screen licking out another woman’s pussy while being given a shafting with a strap on.  I’m in heaven and we come together.  I like you better as a woman with a cock, she said.  You are rather boring as a lover otherwise.  Gee thanks.  Bed followed, with nothing else of much note, but before I take her home the next morning, she says: I’d like to that that again sometime.  Most of you guys are only interested in how many times you can have it and how big you are, but I felt that I had some stake in things there.  I said that I was happy to have a woman that didn’t think that I was a pervert.  Oh you’re a nancy boy OK, she said, but it’s Em that has to deal with you on a regular basis.  We just share some similar desires.  We agreed that we would look forward to drawing one another again… and actually I may have meant it.

Finally, I'll add Em's story of a night with Nils.

 Reading in Knowherecouple's blog that they were going to a swingers' group with 80 couples.  Lucky them.  In British suburbia, we got five last night (holiday time), including us and our hosts.  No Susie or Helen, so odds not looking good.  We began, as usual, with drinks and some gentle conversation, you would hardly believe we were about to fuck one another senseless.  Then draw time; your name goes back in if you get your own partner and there is a complete re-draw if a real-life couple is left at the end.  Em was out first with Nils.  She looked well pleased, but I know that she'll have trouble sitting down for a day or so -- likes a good spank does Em and Nils likes anal.  I( come out third... the odds are not good.  Yes, its Sarah.  Has lovely long hair and nice juicy tits but waist never recovered from last pregnancy and she lacks interesting conversation, but at least she knows that I like wearing stockings when I fuck (we've had that negotiation before).  We agree go back to our place, Nils and Em stay at Kathy's but are using the spare room with the bondage stuff available.  I french kiss her goodnight and wow is she excited (but not by me).  Sarah says goodnight to Mike who looks pleased enough to be wading in to the voluptuous Kathy (I've had some great times in there).  Sarah and I leave in relative silence.  As we drive off, she puts her hand on my leg and then shifts to my cock, which she rubs gently.  That's nice, I said without really meaning it, but after a few minutes or so, I'm getting aroused.  It's about 20 minutes drive and I won't make it without messing myself.  We pull into a lay-by and fall on one another, mouths locked together (she has her hand round the back of my head cramming my face into hers).  One hand grops her breast, the other is up her skirt.  Usual reconnaissance.  Stockings and suspenders?  Yes, I can feel the straps.  Yippee. Wearing panties?  Just about, either a thong or a tiny pair of briefs, can't tell from touch alone.  Warm and wet cunt?  Yes indeed, I rub her clit probably a bit roughly and slide a finger or two in.  That's always a mistake with Sarah.  It is like a volcano exploding, she writhes, she grinds against my hand, she moans, she eats half my face and then comes so loudly that anyone within five miles could have heard.  And then she stops.  That was brilliant she said, pushing me away.  My stiff cock, still in my trousers, demands action but isn't going to get it.  I continue driving, while she adjusts her appearance in the vanity mirror.  Apart from the fact that she alone of the girls does not mind a bit of mild crossdressing when we get back, this is not looking like the night that I had hoped.  And at that point, we arrive at our house (more soon). 

  It's time for our monthly Swingers night.  There are 16 of us, eight couples and all of us over 40.  We call ourselves the Sultans after the Dire Straits record of our youths ('Sultans of Swing' -- get it?).  The wife, Emily (known as Em), and I have been members since Kathy from Essex (big lady and generous with her favours) set it up.  Rules are easy: M-F combinations drawn at random; can do foursomes but never threesomes.  Everyone withdraws to private in order to fuck, either in one of Kathy's spare rooms or at own homes.  Relationships last until 10 a.m. next day and everyone respects the pairings that they receive.  All the guys want the gorgoeus blonde Susie, fabulous figure but a bit thick, the buxom Marion or athletic brunette Helen,  who is just enormous fun,  The rest, and I've had them all, are pleasant enough although Sarah is a case of duty calls.  All the women want Nils and the tatooed Steve.  I probably rank as OK-ish.  Em and I have an open relationship, which we can indulge again now the ***** have left home.  We are both bi and have our own kinks -- she likes mild BDSM (receiving) and I like wearing lingerie.  We tend to rely on other lovers to satisfy those needs.  Anyway, that's who we are.  Tell you about the outcome of the Sultans meeting (of those who aren't on holiday) in a day or two.