The dirty adventures of a married mother of four

The Unexpected Return The Mechanic was one of the ones who started dating, but that didn’t last long. After telling me he was off the scene, he reappeared just a couple of weeks later. We live a little over two hours apart, but my work took me to his neck of the woods, and he offered a hotel room after my event so we could play. Mr was initially against me meeting him alone, but other circumstances changed his mind. Dinner and chats I wrapped up the event, refuelled my car in the daylight, and picked up beers and food. When I got to the hotel, I was starving. Full of apologies, I sat down to eat while we chatted. Then I showered and slipped into the pink and red lingerie he’d chosen from the selection in my case. The confident first touch As soon as I walked back into the room, his hands were on me. He grabbed my hips and kissed me with intensity. He was confident this time, such a change from the bundle of nerves he’d been when he visited before. I pulled his t-shirt up and ran m...

Getting to know each other Each Saturday visit from the Bodybuilder felt like opening a new chapter of a book that was being written in real-time. There was comfort in someone familiar, the way each encounter built on the last, the trust deepening, the curiosity growing. Visit one: CNC debt collector The first time was rough around the edges: trying out some CNC role play we agreed. After our chat downstairs, we headed to the bedroom and the Bodybuilder came in fully committed to the role: a debt collector looking for my husband, and I was the collateral he’d take in payment. I had wanted to play along, to speak, to tease but as soon as the scene began, my words disappeared. But the Bodybuilder didn’t miss a beat. He read the moment, adjusted effortlessly, and took the lead without needing me to say a single thing. He pushed me against the wall, strong and sure, his voice filling the space while mine stayed silent. I was grateful and relieved that he carried the scene. There was...

The ginger one. Meeting Harrison was way out of my norm in terms of looks. A redhead with an interesting hairstyle. But his chat was easy and felt genuine. I think ultimately that’s always what we’re looking for: some genuine, authentic connection to make us feel seen and important. He was driving almost two hours, so we arranged a social with a view to playtime the same night. He was coming straight from work on a bank holiday, so we actually ended up at a McDonald’s for the social portion. We chatted like we’d known each other for years over a burger, and I even shared my ice cream. With broad shoulders and a confident, thick gym body, I was very happy to invite him back. Arriving to ours He had a shower and we headed downstairs. We chatted and kissed. His tongue was aggressive and determined to give my tonsils an exam, not my go-to style but I loved the passion. He showered every part of my body with affection, kissing my chest, my boobs, and my nipples. Already clean, he wasn’t ...