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334 a matter of costal ccuckoldingCRASH, THEN A TAIL OF RUMBLING, just seconds after the brilliant lightening had lit the darkening sky. Leaning from their attic bedroom window they clung together 5 floors up above the usually busy promenade, watching the blue-black clouds of an approaching heavy storm threateningly approach across the English Channel approaching from the French coast as they knew it would. They had been warned, the radio full of the destruction this storm had caused as it rampaged across Europe, the sea roughening with every passing second, the last of the little fishing fleet being dragged by one of the small tracked dozers owned by the group, from the water`s edge up the safer shingle beach. The showmen at the fairground amusements rapidly sheeting up their rides knowing the storm was about to hit and the financial holiday day trade was finished for them at least for today. The last miniature railway train had scampered to its shed, and sheets were being thrown over Dumbo and his friends on the little ride they had grown to love to watch these last few months opposite the block of flats, above the souvenir shop they called home, Home, being this tiny two room flat, sharing a bathroom on the floor below with the old landlord who lived in the bedsit next to it, they called him scrooge but his name was Mr Thomas.The wind began to rise, another wicked flash of shear power and another crashing rumble caused them to look seaward. The towns lifeboat was speedily beating a course seaward, an orange and blue splash of colour tossing about on the white topped grey water, on route once again on this wild afternoon to perform some gallant deed they had no doubt. They watched the brave little boat hammering at its best speed into the grey spray, Tim knowing that Flo`s brother Fred was aboard, her twin brother being a volunteer crew member. Tim`s finger deep in her sex, felt her tense as she, realising the danger her sibling would be facing, yet again, tensing her body.They had been together now some months, most of that summer season, the tiny flat all they could afford, but they were happy and content together, unmarried it`s true, but committed lovers in every sense. Quiet inoffensive Florence had set her sights on him some time ago but was a shy one with folks she had not been introduced too and until there had been that opportunity on the sea-front, they had never spoken. She had caught his eye that day, he selling ice creams, her picking her moment and buying!Now normally Flo, as he came to know her, would not have been the girl to start anything, and he being him would have not raised more than a flutter of his eyebrow, and perhaps a blush, he being so timid, but that day he had just served a couple of young women in the skimpiest swimsuits he had ever clapped eyes on, and he was feeling, well, shall we say frisky! So, when this pretty if fairly plainly dressed middle age maid had come along having seen the girls and clocked his randy gaze, she seized her chance asking with a broad grin for “something refreshing big and creamy!” she had his full attention, and it had escalated from there, he suggesting if she wanted, she could have it with a chocolate stuck in it, so she could lick it slowly …Apparently, she had set her mind on having him as hers and had watched from a distance, for some time they chatted, it was a gentle honey trap, he was soon keen to be caught in.Within a week it was the local dance, and a fortnight after that, she was moving in and they were sharing the tiny flat!Till she had seen him first, with his ice cream van she had been living with her twin brother, and working at the rock stall part time, but the brother was about to be married, so not wishing to be the wallflower she had been looking for a partner for a while. She was no virgin; shall we say brotherly love had sufficed and draw a veil over that, both to save her and both brother`s, especially the older one, some embarrassment. The three had lived together, since mum and dads passing, Florence being shy with outsiders, Francis the older brother, and Fredrick, sharing the old family cottage in the old town, till first Francis found his true love and moved to Bexhill just two years ago, and now Fred had become engaged. CRASH, RUMMBLE RUMBLE, the storm reminded then it was about to strike, they watched as the last shutters were pulled down and various owners and staff beat a retreat to warm homes, it being late September, the season being nearly over anyway, it was only their landlord and neighbour the old lad from the souvenir shop below the flats, who they knew would be still open regardless of the weather. as he who they had nicknamed scrooge wanted every penny he could squeeze from passing trade, The rain began pattering on the rooftiles in big wetting spots, They closed the old dormer window, just in time as the full fury of the storm at last hit, rain splattering heavily on the glass as they sank back on the bed, entwined, still naked, canlı bahis the storm `s noisy arrival having interrupted their foreplay they now ignored it`s fury.Her back arched to meet his entry, both knowing that she was as keen as he to enjoy the act they had come to enjoy. An hour passed, her two orgasms amazing, and his single massive cumming, having lulled them off to sleep. The storm slowly passing, though the rain persisting, sweeping the prom in huge slashing sprays, darkness approaching and the strings of coloured lights coming on while swinging wildly in the windy onslaught, they heard old scrooge come in, clattering and grumbling up the stairs, even he having given the storm best.Flow brought up the question of money yet again, Tim`s job already tapering off once more, and hers already finished just a week ago, the dole would barely cover their outgoings, and the rent, well old scrooge was the landlord, and he would stand no arrears. The two flats below were used by two local girls, both toms, working girls, on the game, both fair lookers, Mistress Janice, a red head of about 40 and a slightly older blonde, called Mary, both finding life steadying now the season was closing, having to rely on regulars and barely making a living. They all knew Scrooge would be collecting his rent every Friday, and despite repeated offers from the two working girls he would not take a penny less than the rent and fearing some unspeakable disease. was not interested in any ‘discount’, However, in Flo`s case he was sure she wasn’t putting it about, he fancied her, and had hinted that “should they become”, as he put it “a bit short,” in her case he would he said “make an exception!“ his little piggy eyes undressing our heroine as he said, it one Friday afternoon when Tim was out! Knowing that it may come to that one day she had smiled but said “she would bare it in mind!” Paid the cash and once he had filled in the rent book swiftly closed the door.Things were now becoming tight, so she had brought up the subject once more. Tim knowing the situation saying he had got a bit of painting at a farm in nearby Battle, but it was not going to keep the wolf from the door for long, they like a lot of other seasonal workers facing a bleak winter once again.By the end of the next month they were both beginning to accept the inevitable, dole payment, minus food, heat, power, water rates, rent and a big slice of council tax and so on, doesn’t leave a lot, somehow the saving`s needed making.So far, Flo had not told Tim about the offer Scrooge had made, thinking that there was no sense in causing a rumpus!Then one-night in a sexual moment, Tim made the slip of saying his fantasy at that time and in truth for some years now, was to share his lady love with another man, in a threesome.“Any one in particular? I mean have you a super-stud, or someone in your devious mind?” she asked with a grin. He said that no it didn’t really matter, just as long as he had a dick big enough to cope and was not some immature pimple, or Adonis who would fall in love with her and whisk her away…!She smiled told him if he was that worried, she would find some crazy old bastard that, wouldn’t be a threat to him! They laughed, together, then the moment passed and she using her favourite vibrating dildoe, to pretend it was a second stud, blew him to a big orgasm once again. However, the seed was sown and over the next week she began quietly dropping the odd hint, and remarking about other men when out shopping with Tim. Whispered comments like “wow bet he`s a goer, or have you seen that bulge in his strides, his misses is a lucky girl,” that sort of thing This she broadened one afternoon mid sex, while laughing and enjoying the one pleasure that costs nothing, casually dropping in the suggestion that she should perhaps take a lover, then slowly introduce him to their love play! His broad grin told her he thought she was pulling his chain, but her next comment as she rocked her body on his erect dick, was that perhaps he would like to be cuckolded, her get a lover and he get her dressed up and sit here waiting her return with a body full of another mans cum… again he laughed though she knew the idea had him excited by the stiffening of his tool, Not now wishing to labour the point, she squeezed him with her interior muscles and the more serious business in hand overtook them both leading to a serious and massive orgasm.It was on the Friday after lunch that the subject slid back into the conversation, they were sitting on the bed together, each with a book, nothing much to do, laying in the sun that streamed through the dormer window. A bright but blustery day outside, predatory gulls as usual here wheeling and squealing, trying to tempt the odd day-tripper to part with their chips!She said that she was thinking about his fantasy and was he serious or was it just a passing fantasy? He put down his book carefully marked the page then with a serious face looked deep into her face bahis siteleri and said, “Let me ask you a question first Flo, do you really love me or am I a passing fancy, and will you if you do care, really care, marry me?” she looked as though she had been given a gold bar, threw the book down her arms round his neck and kissed him. Muttering “I thought you would never ask!” then clearly said “Look muggins, whatever happens you’re the one for me, and come thick or thin WE are a couple!”He said that he couldn’t afford even a ring yet, but he would and as soon as he could he would!Then he kissed her and quietly said “to answer your original question, I would love to expand on the sex front but you want more I can sense it, however I can lt bring myself to hurt you, spank you or whatever else you have had in the past, I love you just too much and it`s no passing fancy, but what about you, and do you want k**s?” she said that “had he not noticed, she had never once had a period since they met?” Now he had to admit that like most men led by this dick, he had never even thought about it, nor in fact about contraception, his mind rushing through the possibilities, his face looking shocked at the least thought that she may be pregnantWith a grin and shaking her head, she explained with a smile that he was safe, a c***dhood illness had robbed her of any hope of motherhood!His grinning rather relieved answer was that, it meant that the world was their oyster then. She could, well more, they could, enjoy sex anytime and with whoever and whenever and in any way that fulfilled their fantasies, any they wished, but she must promise to always and forever return to him! Laughing she readily agreed, then they kissed, said they would not ever have secrets and promptly began yet another round of the most superb vanilla sex! A week passed, the sex having been amazing and only interrupted by shopping feeding, signing on, and occasional bouts of TV if they both needed to re-cooperate. The rent however she knew was now due in a day or so and it fitted in reasonably with her plan.She was a little brighter than to tell Tim of scrooge`s offer, just saying she had decided to take a lover on trial, and Tim was to prepare her and await her return, like a good cuckold!Laughing he said perhaps to add something to it to ensure he couldn’t get up and follow her. she should tie him to the bed! To which she agreed. He luckily was down in the bathroom on the next landing down next to scrooges bedsit, when old Scrooge called, so she made the necessary arrangements. The greasy little man was grinning widely as he on his way to the two Toms down on the floor below. passed the returning Tim on the stairs, Grunting, a grinning “‘good morning” at Tim as he passed. Tim replying using his proper name “Morning Mr Thomas,” But it was a bemused Tim that arrived at the flat to ask, “what made that old misery smile?” Flow saying, she “had told him the man walking down the street with the cabbage on a lead joke, the one that when asked said it wasn’t a cabbage it was a collie!” which seemed to satisfy Tim who sat down with a wide grin.She said that “this very evening he had to have her dressed for her new bull at 7, so he had best be toileted and ready for his bed before she left, as he would be secured, oh and he was to pick her clothing and have her ready to leave and to expect her to be a couple of hours.His bright eyes told of the excitement and by 6 that evening he had more or less complied, she had been showered, and her hair done. He selected the underclothing that he himself loved, lacy, white as snow and matching the stockings. To finish, the blue off the shoulder dress and matching heels, and her shawl and purse. He was allowed to go and pee, and then to lay on their bed. She clipped the handcuffs, (borrowed from Mistress Janice) from the bed head to his wrist (making sure it was his wanking arm she secured) kissed him, then clasping her small handbag, containing, if he had checked, the rent book, she swept out switching out the light as she went. He heard the stair light click then her heels on the stairs the outer door shut, then settled to listen to the bedside radio, knowing it would be two torturous hours…!He heard the outer door open, though only ten minutes had passed the stairwell light clicked on, he could see that under the flat door, but only ten minutes had passed, she couldn’t be back surely, then scrooges door unlocking and the timed light going off. His mind a mixture of mental images, flashes of her, his love, his wife to be, in someone else`s arms, someone else`s flat perhaps, or a pub, or… he knew he had to calm down, faintly if he turned down his radio, he could just hear old scrooge`s telly, or records or something. The old boy had a thing about music, bands military and brass, and was having a music session! Time passed oh so slowly an hour then two, then Scrooges door clattered again, before the hall light, came on, he was off to the pub bahis şirketleri as usual for a couple of pints before last orders.She should be home soon now, the front door clattered, then he heard her coming in, passing scrooge as she did, at the outer door, making a comment, he could only just hear, perhaps goodnight Mr Thomas it was too far away to hear properly.The door clattered shut, the hall light on still, he heard her footsteps on the stairs, her key in their lock, him blinking as the light went on.She stood in the doorway, lippy smudged, hair not quite as tidy as it was before, handbag bulging. She smiled asked him if he was comfortable then released his cuffs. They kissed, passionately, she stank of sex. He was soon hands under the dress, eagerly seeking the used cunt of his lady. The sex he sought, heaved with soggy well used seed, red and well used, he tasted it, kissed it, then slid into her pouting slot. Without further adoo or undressing. She was in extasy, she had worried that it had been a fantasy and reality would have been too much for him, that he would shun her, call her a whore, or worse, but her faith in him was vindicated, her worries over.He didn’t last 3 minutes, hot pent up seed spewing like a major flood deep into her belly mixing with her lovers cum, Tim wondering whoever he may be, his errection unusually remaing stiff, and after just a moment, he being able to begin again, hard, brutal but vanilla sex, perhaps an element of vengeance, perhaps just lust, her head jerking with the effort, nodding with every stroke of his hips, his tool savaging her as if to chastise her for straying, her lips welded to his as they enjoyed the whole massive sensation. Again, the gasping moaning eye rolling orgasm they both needed so very much.The dawn saw then in a stinking heap on the bed, unwashed her still in the cum-stained blue dress, the two men`s seed dried white now on the lovely skirt, her sex red from its hammering, and her once white underclothing crammed still in the purse.They showered, together, then they breakfasted quietly in their dressing gowns. Neither knowing quite what to say, past the “pass the sugar,” or “more tea” level.She suddenly broke; “Well? Was it all you had fantasised about?” a slow grin crossed his face then he quietly and fairly embarrassedly said that “it apparently had turned us both on going on the way you had acted on your return!”It was her turn to look sheepish then they both fell to laughing, the embarrassment factor falling away like a sheet at an unveiling. They stood and kissed,Later he asked who the lucky man was, and she rather surprised him by asking if he really, deep down, wanted to know? She was happy to tell him if he did but only if he was that keen to know, it being her only secret.His nod said he trusted her, but his quiet voice said “he would like to know what went on,” adding that “for his part the mental anguish had been real torture but her return had been beyond his wildest dreams!”She grinned then taking him by his hand led him back to the bed. They lay together side by side, a moment listening to the gulls wheeling and calling to one another as they do, then she slowly began her story.“Well I met him in a doorway, and hand in hand he took me to his flat, and if you think this is small, his is tiny, still its clean and well kept,” she slid her hand inside his dressing gown. “We talked a while and he promised to respect the fact I was your partner and always would be, and that for this to work, on a more than one-night stand basis, he would not give you a hint of his involvement ever, unless I gave him the OK, and that seemed like best at the moment.” He nodded, and she went on “his name is Richard by the way, and he`s quite an adventurous sort of bloke and has asked if I would ask you if he could meet and share me once a week regularly, so as not to cause you inconvenience, which I thought was thoughtful, and has asked if he can have ‘free reign’ as to my body, whatever that means though he says wont mark or damage me long term if he can help it!” she grinned and said “well at least he asked, and this first time it was straight vanilla sex, though he promises me it wont be if you give him your blessing.” He had to ask, “has he a dick bigger than mine?” but she reassured him that it was “longer but slimmer and circumcised about 7 or 8 inches but not nearly as thick!” Placated he asked, “if she wanted to visit him again knowing that this man, Richard, wished to use her body in the most randy of ways?”She hesitated a second then asked if “he was willing to spank her, tie her down and beat her, even hurt her a little as she had grown to expect with her older brother, or would he prefer another anonymous man to do the job for him?”His answer was just as she had expected, he said “he loved her and could not bring himself to harm her, just wanting her as his wife and lover, but if she wanted more, he would show his love by not standing in her way, as long as he got the benefits and knew the details on her return. But he ‘reserved the right to say enough, and it stops if he thought it was getting out of hand.!” She agreed, kissed him, and they made love as only committed lovers can.

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