Catch up time
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 desperate for
his hands to be on every inch of my skin.
We only had an hour as childcare was limited but it was
enough. On our drive home we stopped at a Tesco to pick up a few bits (childcare
was there while we ‘ran errands’ so we needed to return with something) and
parked in the space closest to the doors, Husband had his fingers inside me and
made me cum in seconds. Testament to the success of the social if you ask me.
We had a date booked in for his first visit but an earlier
opening in his calendar became available and he popped round for some playtime.
I showered, shaved and dressed for the fun.
His kisses were stunning, like fire and ice at the same
time, he smelt amazing, he tasted like heaven. I was so ready for some fun with
him. The excitement soon evaporated as this gorgeous Bomb Dispatcher was unable
to rise to the occasion. I had known this was an inevitability in the lifestyle
and this was his first time for him being with someone’s wife IN FRONT of their
husband. The situation proved too much. My tongue was no match for the stress
and although we got somewhere it was not enough for penetration. He spent his
time pleasing me but the pressure was now on me and I do not deal well with
pressure either. I have never worked so hard in my life for an orgasm and a
lacklustre orgasm at that. I needed to finish though.
He left and I was sure that would be the last that we saw of
him. I was not in the market for nursing someone through ED. I wanted to feel
hot and sexy and that was not the answer.
Somehow the Bomb Dispatcher surprised me. His following
messages made light of the situation and he came back on the original date that
we had planned in. As he walked in the door he grabbed my hand and touched it
to his cock “Look, I’m hard!”. And that was all we needed. We kissed, we
touched, I worshipped his cock and we fucked. Riding him on the sofa I reached
new heights of ecstasy.
Over the following 2 months he came every week, and so did
I. Orgasm after orgasm. Tuesday nights became the highlight of the week. I
loved everything that we did, every touch, every position. Being with him was
the perfect vanilla+ experience. There were things that we didn’t do that I
wanted but I couldn’t fault the things that we did.
Unfortunately, as with all good things, it came to an end.
We met him at the beginning of his FAB journey but he soon got momentum with
other couples and single women and he was always looking for something better.
Our regular slot started to be postponed or cancelled for new meets or new
socials (as well as the usual life stuff that means plans don’t always work) and
quite frankly, I didn’t appreciate being bottom of the pile. A whole month went by where we didn't see him. I gave him plenty
of shit for it so as with gambling – when the fun stopped, we stopped.
He was the one to pull the plug ultimately, and I’ll always
think of him fondly. Maybe in the future he’ll be back in touch when he
realises the grass isn’t always greener but if we don’t get to play again then
I wish him all the luck in the world.
The Bomb Dispatcher – one of those rare ones that leaves a
mark on you.
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