The dirty adventures of a married mother of four

Strap in for a long one. So even from the first messages I didn’t understand why he was interested. The bodybuilder was tall, bearded and bloody gorgeous. He was playing away from what I would find out was a 5ft, size 6 and beautiful girlfriend, which started the most extreme insecurity within me. Our social was planned at a McDonald’s at a service station, but when we arrived it was closed. It was a short drive to Five Guys, him following in his work van. We sat next to each other and not across from one another. We were able to touch, but it wasn’t electric. I felt awkward and unsure. This man had me confused from the get-go. He had shared some of his interests and kinks, of which he has a few. One was tights. I hadn’t dressed for him, but I was wearing tights and boots and I attempted to tease him. I honestly couldn’t work out if he had any interest or not, but he was a pleasure to talk to and clearly gorgeous, so we thought we’d arrange a meet. Easier said than done, as his girlf...

  So with all the luck I’ve been having with single men lately, maybe it’s no surprise that I’ve found myself actually enjoying married ones. Let me introduce Cawston. Married. Older. And, just my luck, living too far away. We’d been chatting for a little while before arranging to meet at a local pub. Things kicked off with a moment of unexpected entertainment when the barman accidentally threw a pint of Guinness over another patron. We laughed, got our drinks, and settled into an easy rhythm of conversation before heading back to mine. This was something of an experiment. Cawston was older than I usually go for, and in terms of looks, he wasn’t exactly my type. But I wasn’t looking to date. I was looking to be fucked well. And I had a feeling he might deliver. He was quiet, but not shy. There was a confidence about him that felt grounded rather than cocky. We kissed. He touched. His hands found the right spots more often than not, and when he said he could make anyone squirt...

  So I haven’t even written about The Mechanic and he’s already dating and off the scene. I’ll keep it brief. I met the Mechanic at the private party back in December while in line for the bathroom. He was average height, shaved head, beard but a really solid rugby build. I said hi because, why not! Chatted for a while and went our separate ways. After the party he messaged from the group chat to say he was sorry he went all gooey over me – I hadn’t realised he had, I just thought he was being polite to talk to me and that I obviously wasn't his type. We chatted to find out more about each other with a view to meeting but before we got a date in he noped out of the lifestyle to get back with his ex. Oh well. A few months later, it didn’t work out with ex so we’re chatting again and arrange a social and play for one night. We drive to the pub, have a quick drink and head home for fun. He was a bundle of nerves and I have no idea why. He was beautiful, stunning body and, as it tu...

After the solo social we had a date in with the Karate Kid, but a match (or something?) caused some injuries and my period started, so we decided to postpone for a week. He turned up at 8:30 and promised to be all over me. I was wearing my favourite lingerie and he definitely enjoyed it but  he was more reserved than expected . We chatted for a few minutes and then he made his move. He started with kisses. Kissing me hard and intensely, moving to my neck, my chest. He shifted his body so he could keep kissing while his hand roamed over me. He ran his hands over my chest, down my stomach, and over my legs, up and down, driving me wild with anticipation. His fingers stroked over my underwear, sending tingles through my clit. I really wanted the real pleasure to begin. As he continued the kisses and strokes, he grabbed my underwear and swiftly pulled them down. Lifting my butt off the sofa just slightly, they were down, and he wasted no time kissing down my body and devouring my puss...

  I’d been out of work after a redundancy and Husband had an injury putting him on long term sick for 4 months. We had been on this journey at a time when, although childcare was a challenge, we were together all the time. We had met everybody together and all meets were together. Now that I was back to work full time, Monday to Friday, and Husband was back 24 hours a week, we suddenly found ourselves struggling to fit in ANYTHING! We spoke about the need that we had to continue on this journey and how we could make that work with our other commitments. We decided to test out solo socials. The first one was with a bald, slim guy. Not what I would usually go for but I was intrigued by him. He stood his ground well and I liked that. My gut said he would delver a lot of pleasure. So we met just outside Cambridge in a Holiday Inn and chatted away on the sofa. Boy, he was all kinds of charming. His smile electric and when he looked at me I felt the heat of a thousand suns! He was th...

  After the success with the Bald Guy we agreed that solo socials would be a good way forward and so we had 2 more in the coming weeks. #2 was with a semi-local guy. He was one where there was nothing wrong with but nothing got me excited either. We chose a pub on my way home from work and met on a Friday evening. We chatted happily but I didn’t feel any spark or desire from him. We left after an hour and the following day he messaged to say he had fun. I replied saying I wasn’t sure if he was interested and he left a verification to say I was beautiful before promptly blocking me on Fabs. Now, I wasn’t interested but also – why block me!? #1 was the opposite. We arranged to meet the Karate Kid on a bank holiday and called a village pub at 6pm to ask if they were open that night. They said yes so we both left and headed there. On arrival, he watched me indecisively choose a parking space before we walked to the entrance to find the pub closed. Great start! So we googled another...

  So we’ve had a whirlwind few months. We got so busy having the fun I stopped having time to write about it. And then I went back to work so time became even more scarce. I commit to spending time every day to write at least something and I will try my best to catch up on the last 4 months of fun. I’m going to start with the one that had the biggest impact – the 6ft 6 blue eyed boy. Sometimes you get a message from someone who may not be the most attractive to everyone but who ticks every box you could possibly have. And to top off the perfect looks and body, they have a personality to match. This was how it was with the Bomb Dispatcher. Messaging him was fast, easy and horny. Arranging a social I couldn’t have been more excited if I tried. We picked a little café inside a pub. It was absolutely packed. He arrived in his work clothes (blue collar hotness all the way!) and I was smitten. He smelt amazing, was gorgeous beyond words and I spent our hour chat soaking wet and despe...