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| HellAngel81 | Sep 2 2010, 08:35 AM Post #91 |
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HANNAH, I LOVE EVERY MINUTE I SPEND WITH YOU. YOU'RE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND TRUSTING PERSON. THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO HAVE YOU HERE AS MY LOVELY GUEST: I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT YOU. LOVE JAMES xoxox Awww... he is such a sweetheart!! And the little fun on the leather chaise? Gimme more of the hot stuff I´m looking forward to the next chapter....I guess it´s a long "dinner" :lol: Oh btw...this one made me laugh Are you nervous?’ I asked kindly. ‘I’m just...really, really turned on’ he confessed quietly. :lol: Poor James! :lol: |
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| elena | Sep 2 2010, 12:53 PM Post #92 |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 3 2010, 06:11 AM Post #93 |
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We stood and slow danced in the lounge to his records as we waited for our food. I hooked my arms around his neck, and his breathing was relaxed yet horny, now that he had satisfied himself a little, at least. His hands smoothed the curves of my lower back, and his mouth teased mine; his tongue flicking in and out with a suggestive look in his eyes. Anton interrupted our dance to serve us bruschetta, and James ate it playfully in front of me, finally sharing the last piece. I was hungry to take it from his hand, and he smiled as I took it eagerly. The bread was toasted and delicious. I sat at the end of the table before he could. He’d played his game, and now I was playing mine. He sat adjacent, and I hooked my thigh across his knee, his hand rubbing up my leg as we ate. The pasta was spectacular, and I stole from his plate and he pretended to grumble unhappily. I wanted to warm him up to my game which was waiting upstairs. When Anton left us for the night, we had finished off a large quart of juice and lemonade: it was nice not to be drunk. I stood, and lead him back to the couch, his face begging and pleased. He loosened his belt after our meal, and we both took a while to digest, lying happily on the long chaise once more. His fingers traced my stomach, adoring my body. His eyes wordlessly searched mine. ‘Do you want to be a mom one day?’ he asked. His hand settled on my abdomen as though I were pregnant. My full stomach was doing a good impression of a baby. ‘Maybe, I don’t know how I’d be at that, though’ I answered honestly. ‘What’s it like being a father?’ I asked him openly. I knew he loved his children. ‘It’s amazing’ he said, his eyes immediately watering. ‘They’re growing up too fast. And I’m worried about Castor, he’s turning into his dad’ he grinned wickedly. We talked for a while longer until the record finished, making a scratching sound and a pop as the needle bounced from the vinyl. We were quiet for a few minutes, just kissing in the darkness; his body rolling gently onto mine. We broke to breath in each other’s mouths, and he found my brown eyes with a quiver in his voice. ‘I want to take you upstairs and make love to you’ he begged softly. His groin ached against my thigh. I nodded blissfully, linking my arms around his neck in acceptance. Lifting my back upright to his chest; he stood, holding me strongly in his arms. He carried me upstairs, my room was still in darkness as he laid me gently on the bed. He knelt over me, lifting his shirt over his head, his horny eyes boring into me. My hands made for his belt: I loved releasing him when he was urgent. I tugged at his zipper, and he slipped hard and easily from his briefs, pulling his own trousers the rest of the way. I sat up with him, he was searching for my zip. ‘How does this come off?’ he asked, his nervous hands searching my back for a zipper. ‘It’s under the arm’ I offered, unzipping it myself. I stood to pull the dress over my head, he watched me from the bed, swooning at the underwear he had begged me to wear. In the darkness, he couldn’t see my knickers I’d laid out on the bed to show him. I turned on the bedside lamp, and shut the bedroom door, so only the light within lit the room. James breathed deeply to control himself at the sight of me: his hand was ringing the tip of his cock gently; his dick growing eagerly in his hand. He noticed the three pairs of lacy knickers on the end of the bed and watched me eagerly pick them up, and join him in his lap once more. ‘I thought you’d like me to show you these’ I whispered, offering him the first pair in navy blue satin, with corded elastic. ‘Ooooh: they’re so shiny’ he moaned. He held them in his hand, rubbing the fabric against his chest for a second to test them. I handed him the second pair: a thin black mesh with satin ruffles on the hips. ‘Oh shit baby, I like these’ he moaned. This time he rubbed them on his dick for a minute, his mouth dropping open in approval. I handed him the next pair made of soft black cotton, and I wondered if he’d notice the difference. ‘Oh my god, they’re crotchless’ he moaned. ‘Can you put these on for me?’ he begged. I nodded deviously, I’d thought as much. ‘Did you see the pair I’m wearing?’ I asked first. They were the pair I wore the first time we met in Mayfair that he’d requested. ‘Oh my God, yes!’ he pulled my hips to his mouth and sucked furiously at the fabric. He tugged them down my thighs eagerly with shaking hands. ‘Darling, can I have these?’ he asked hopefully. I smiled, remembering that I’d bought them in Harrods the week before our first meeting. ‘Of course’ I kissed him, and he flung them happily towards his jeans on the floor. He lay me on my back to slide the crotchless panties up my legs. He sighed and buried his face into me, and his tongue parted me warmly. I moaned openly, loving the sensation of his mouth on me. He brought me close, my whole body racing to the speed of his tongue before he pulled back. He winked, letting me know he’d finished, and pulled the crotchless knickers down my legs. I sat in his lap and his wide eyes took in the sight of my chest. I’d worn a push-up bra as he’d asked. ‘I love this bra’ he breathed happily. His tongue licked at the soft curves on my chest, and I giggled at his ticklish game. I unhooked the black elastic and the cups loosened around my chest. I pushed my shoulders forward, offering for him to take it from my arms, and shaking hand pulled my bra free. He smoothed my naked breasts with his hands. ‘Are you ready darling?’ he asked. I’d been grinding teasingly in his lap. The fingers of his left hand slipped easily between my thighs to warm me. He watched my face moan openly with delight. I nodded, I was desperate for him. He lifted me from his lap and lay me on my back, joining me lying horizontally across the bed. It was a warm evening, and I was comfortable lying naked with him. His eyes were taking their time adoring me. I lifted my knees over his hips as he crawled over me, titling my hips expertly towards him. He teased my wet folds with the head of his dick, and I moaned encourage him deeper. He slid wonderfully into me, his strong arms supporting his weight above me. He barely moved inside me: instead he pushed slowly deeper watching for the look on my face. ‘Oooh yeah!’ I breathed, my head rolling back feeling the fullness of his size. He kissed at my neck; his horny body began to shift in me in waves, watching the satisfaction on my face. My arms slid back above my head; my face rolling back in bliss as he fucked me. I lost control for him, my hair draped across the end of the bed, and my chest and arms buckled loosely to his rhythm. He paused to link my arm around his neck, and hold my back up to his chest with his strong, inked arms. He resumed, fucking me harder and deeper than before. I let him take me where he wanted, I was defenceless against this man tonight. I was like a rag-doll in his arms. When his turn was finished, me laid me gently on the bed once more. ‘Darling?’ he kissed me softly preparing his suggestion. ‘Can you sit my lap with your back to me?’ he asked. ‘I wanna see your beautiful ass’ he moaned. I did as he asked, starting in his lap and kneeling forward on all fours, his thumb rubbed my anus gently as he fucked me. I wondered if he wanted more... ‘James, push your thumb in me’ I begged, and he didn’t hesitate. I moaned happily pushing back on his hand, loving the dual sensation. He pulled out and hesitated behind me, and I turned to face him. His face was red and embarrassed. I could read him easily, his pleasure was my business. ‘Do you want to try?’ I asked softly, showing my eagerness. He nodded willingly. I leant to reach for the lube in my bedside drawer, and his hands settled on my back. He was stroking me in thanks already. ‘Oh my God, I’ve always wanted to...’ he confessed. ‘My wife’s just not up for it’ he shook his head sadly. ‘It’s okay, you can tell me what you want’ I said easily. His desire for anal sex was another thing I’d read from his interested signs. I squeezed a generous amount of lube into my hands, and warmed it before rubbing his length teasingly. He twitched to the touch of my hands. I took his hand and gave him a large amount to prepare me. I sat away from him in his lap, and his nervous fingers readied me. ‘It that right?’ he asked nervously. ‘You can push your fingers in, it won’t hurt me’ I said. His nervous mouth was on my neck as he tried. ‘Is that good?’ he asked. He was still being cautious. ‘You can go deeper’ I replied, I wanted him to build his courage first. ‘You’ve never done this before?’ I asked him again with interest. Maybe I was gonna have to teach him...Instead, he nodded fast. ‘Yeah, I have, just not done it to someone else before...’ My face turned to him in dirty, loving surprise. ‘You’ve had a dick up your ass? That’s so great!’ I smiled with a dirty grin. ‘Did you like it?’ I kissed him hopefully. ‘Yeah a long time ago’ he breathed, his face turning an even darker shade of red. ‘He was a really big dude, and it hurt to take him. But I wish we could’ve tried again....’ his voice trailed off sadly and I didn’t ask anymore. Instead, I smiled and turned away from him on all fours. He made to push into me sharply from behind, but he was met with resistance. I winced. ‘James, it’s best if you actually kneel over me’ I offered, and he shimmied up the bed to meet me. ‘Okay, sorry’ he blushed. ‘That’s better’ I offered. I moaned as he felt a slow slide inwards, and he breathed hard at my pleasure. ‘Ooooah man!’ he moaned, he withdrew and entered again, this time I anticipated the push and moaned along with him. ‘Ohh yeah that’s good!’ he groaned, he surprised me by coming fast, knowing more certainly what he wanted. His hips pushed me forward and I shook along to his happy cries. I turned to face him, he was panting loudly at himself, his body shaking. He stood from the bed, taking my hands in his, he led me wordlessly to the shower. His body panted hard still from his rush. I tugged him gently in the shower, and he moaned with a smaller release. We lay kissing on the bed for a while after. ‘When do you turn into a pumpkin?’ I asked sadly. I knew it must be nearly midnight. The sound of Ray entering through the front door answered my query. He stood sadly from the bed, collecting my knickers from the floor, tucking them into his jeans pocket with a grin. 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| kirks_wife | Sep 3 2010, 12:28 PM Post #94 |
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Chopper arrived the following evening with a sharp knock to the door. I jumped, expecting James to have arrived unannounced, I shook my hair out from my pony tail and combed in quickly through my fingers in the hall mirror. When Chopper entered, he was alone, and I remembered my earlier promise when I caught the nervous look on his face. ‘Hello Hannah’ he said, his tough voice dropped to nearly a whisper. ‘Hi Chopper’ I smiled. Not wanting to have an awkward conversation in the hallway, I turned and lead him into the lounge where he stood removing his wallet awkwardly from his back pocket as I sat expectantly. ‘I have $600’ he said offering me the cash. I shuffled over on the couch and patted at the seat suggesting he sit down. He did, his expression watching me nervously for an answer. ‘Why don’t you tell me what you want first’ I said gently, before accepting the money. I smoothed my hand warmly on his thigh to gauge his reaction. ‘I really wanna fuck you’ he begged, his face turned to me desperately and honestly. I thought carefully for a moment, before striking him a bargain. ‘I change $1000 for half an hr, so I’ll give you 20 minutes for $600, okay?’ I offered. ‘Will you suck my dick too?’ he begged. ‘Yes’ I assured him kindly. He agreed with a smile, and I accepted the cash from his shaking hand. ‘Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll be ready when you’re done’ I offered. Upstairs I directed him to the vacant bedroom and ensuite. I wanted to keep the memory of my night with James in my bed quite separate from any other clients. I stripped and changed into a set of white lingerie, and lay ready on the large master bed in the guest room. He emerged with a white towel around his waist, and I saw a large proportion of his skin was tattooed. His chest was filled with morning stars and gothic lettering, his arms were covered in barb wire and colourful ornamental figures. His skin was quite as pale as James’. He sat on the end of the bed and I shuffled down the best next to him, tracing his legs with my hands. I slid to my knees on the floor, and looked up at him with hungry eyes. He fed me his dick in his hand—round and excited—and I took him all in my mouth easily. He gasped loudly as my mouth accepted the rhythm of his hips. His hand reached for my bra. ‘I want to see your titties’ he moaned. I unhooked my bra and he sighed at my curves. I took him once more in my mouth and he stiffened quickly. He asked for me to stop, we had limited time after all, and I settled on the bed next to him. He reached for my knickers and tugged them rudely down my legs, I was surprised but allowed him at least. He pinned me down, and fucked me hard without affection. I was foolish to expect anything else. He was just like my clients back in London, quick and dirty, not loving or romantic. My mind switched off him, but I let him finish his work. He didn’t turn me over, or ask for anything else. He grunted his way to his own dirty climax, before rolling off me. I sat up and found my knickers and bra on the floor and dressed quickly. ‘Are we done?’ he asked expecting more. It had been nearly half an hour. ‘Yes, I’m afraid so’ I answered quietly, leaving the room. I made it back to my bedroom before the tears began to fall down my cheeks. I knelt on the bed holding my stomach, doubled in half. I knew James loved me. I remembered the difference. He was no longer a client: he was a lover, a kind and honest man I looked forward to spending time with, someone who placed an enormous amount of trust in me, and I in him. I knew he loved me, and I believed him, but I was too scared to believe it myself. I needed to talk to him. I called Ray and he answered immediately. ‘Hannah?’ he asked quietly. His voice was hushed and secretive. ‘Yes, please can I speak to James?’ I asked. I tried to keep my tears from my voice. Down the line I heard Francesca’s screaming voice. Ray was silent; the reason was obvious why I couldn’t. ‘James!! I can’t believe you would do this! I’m such a fool to have believed you!’ At least tell me who she is! Do I know her?’ I heard no reply from James. ‘James! Don’t walk away while I’m speaking to you! James!’ A door slammed loudly. It was horrible to hear. Ray’s voice shook in reply. ‘I know he wants to see you’ he said quietly. ‘I’ll tell him you called, alright?’ |
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| AlroightDen | Sep 3 2010, 01:57 PM Post #95 |
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Dear Jamie, Prepare to have your balls cut off and fed to you... ~~~~~~~~ Moar!!
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 3 2010, 05:47 PM Post #96 |
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I like that they danced together in the lounge and shared some quite minutes togehter....that was so romantic And then in the bedroom.... ...they are so naughty together!!I like that!! And then there was Chopper... -He was just like my clients back in London, quick and dirty, not loving or romantic. - Well Hannah...he´s no James! -I made it back to my bedroom before the tears began to fall down my cheeks- That made me feel bad for her... -I knew James loved me. I remembered the difference. He was no longer a client: he was a lover, a kind and honest man I looked forward to spending time with, someone who placed an enormous amount of trust in me, and I in him. I knew he loved me, and I believed him, but I was too scared to believe it myself. I needed to talk to him.- I guess there is someone in love too at least I hope she is Damn... I knew Fran would find out sooner or later....Oh boy, you are in trouble James!! Can´t wait for the next update!!
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| kirks_wife | Sep 4 2010, 02:18 PM Post #97 |
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I showered and dressed, my mind was whirring. So his wife knew, I had wondered how long it would be until she found out. My phone rang loudly, and I jumped to answer it, finding James’ concerned voice on the other end. ‘Hannah, I’m on my way over, I’ll explain everything when I get there’ he promised. His voice was sincere and concerned. ‘There’s paparazzi following me, so please don’t go outside, okay?’ he asked. This time, he was by himself. I wondered if he’d driven off in a rage, he seemed fired up and emotionally distraught. Even still, he was calm and attentive when he embraced me. ‘Hannah!’ he hugged me desperately in the doorway and we made quickly inside, he shut the door behind him with a slam to silence the paparazzi’s rude shouts from the street. He hugged me tightly to his chest. ‘I have a lot to tell you’ he confessed. ‘My wife knows about us’ he said anxiously, I nodded sadly, I didn’t tell him how I knew. He gestured to the lounge and I followed him, settling next to him on the couch. His hands reached for mine and he squeezed them both in his as he spoke. ‘About three months ago, in my studio out back at my house I got real down on myself, had a few drinks and smashed up some things. My wife found me and told everyone that I’d regressed as a way of making me accountable.’ He cleared his throat and continued. ‘She was suspicious I think, that if I was drinking again, then it meant I was cheating on her too. She decided that she didn’t trust me anymore, and gave me a curfew, told me I couldn’t see my friends in clubs or bars anymore. She even told me, if she thought I was regressing to my old habits she’d take the children away from me’. He gulped sadly, knowing his mistake with full regret. ‘I only took a drink because it was the anniversary of my mom’s passing and Cliff too... you know, our road accident happened in the same week in 1986. I know it’s not an excuse, I know that, but sometimes I still don’t know how to deal with these things’. He stopped for a minute; his eyes were welling with tears. I kissed his cheek kindly, wanting him to continue. ‘I was at the point anyway, where we weren’t communicating, and I was mad at her for trying to keep me so...regimented’ he drew a box with his hands in frustration. ‘She forced me to find intimacy elsewhere’. He paused with a guilty sigh. ‘And I don’t even know what she likes about sex anymore, y’ know? She says no every time I ask, as part of this punishment crap...But to be fair it’s bigger than that’ he said. ‘We’ve been drifting apart, long before she found me passed out having smashed a guitar through the window...’ ‘I feel like all I do is disappoint her’ he admitted. His face wobbled and tears fell down his cheeks. ‘I love her, I really do!’ he cried. There was a long silence as he sobbed into his hands. I smoothed his back and kissed in hands squeezing mine in sympathy: it was all I could do. ‘Last night when I got home from seeing you’ he sniffed ‘she asked me if I’d been drinking’. I knew he hadn’t, he’d be perfectly restrained in the alcohol department at least. ‘Well, we got into bed and I kissed her, I wanted to see if she wanted me’ he explained sadly. ‘She said she’d have sex with me if I’d tell her where I’d been all night. I refused, I couldn’t even lie. All I could think about was you, Hannah’. ‘Then out of the blue, she asked me if I was seeing someone else, and we had a big row. I lied, I swore I wasn’t. I knew you’d be going home to London soon anyway, and that she’d never have to find out about us. Then this morning, she was doing the laundry and found your knickers in my jeans. I totally forgot about them when I got home. She screamed and called me a liar and an asshole, and I couldn’t say anything because I knew she was right’. He sobbed quietly into his hands, and I knew what my mission was for the rest of my stay. |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 4 2010, 02:29 PM Post #98 |
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Thanks for all your feedback! I'm glad you liked the naughty scenes as usual! Yes, being with Chopper made her realise how genuine and loving James is towards her.And yes, Fran's just getting started... <_< |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 5 2010, 11:59 AM Post #99 |
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‘James, you should go home’ I suggested kindly. It was 9pm, and we’d enjoyed an intimate evening in my bedroom. I knew he was afraid to go home and face his wife. He tried to convince me otherwise: his strong chest rolled over me once more, and he persuaded my knees to open around his hips. ‘Just once more, then I’ll go, I promise’ he begged with a horny smile. ‘Okay’ I kissed happily. His face grinned, and his mouth kissed down my chest, swirling on my navel, moving lower, and licking furiously at the sensitive button of flesh through my wet folds. I screamed releasing my tension and satisfaction; he’d been teasing me, withholding his tongue from that very spot for over an hour. I held his head in my hands, scrunching his blonde hair in my fingers, moaning helplessly. I felt delicious waves overcome me, and my body shuddered in his mouth. ‘James!! Aaaaaaaah!’ I screamed openly as he made me come. He laughed happily, surfacing to kiss my mouth and slide his hard dick into me once more. ‘I fucking love you’ he moaned, thrusting fast. His own body was frantic to come. His lower lip dropped open, his face shut in concentration. He paused in me for a second before his hips burst spontaneously: he moaned loudly with each shudder as his body climaxed successfully. I loved his eager body: he was rough and exciting without being aggressive. He moaned sadly rolling off me, knowing his time was up. ‘At night, I’m lying in bed next to my wife, rubbing my dick, thinking of you’ he whispered. I replied with a dirty grin. ‘I think about you too’ I whispered. I hand dropped between my legs as he confessed. ‘Oh my God, Hannah’ he moaned desperately, lifting the sheets to watch my hand tease myself. He took my hand away from myself and sucked my fingers in his mouth. ‘What if I just stayed here with you?’ he proposed. His hand teased my naked thighs open in question. I wondered if he only meant tonight. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked carefully, turning towards him. He caressed my hair across my breasts as he spoke. ‘What if I leave her, for you?’ he asked, his voice shaking a little. ‘James I’m not asking you to do that’ I said seriously. ‘I know’ he replied quickly. ‘I’m just putting the question to you’ he said nervously. He waited for my reply. ‘I want you to work things out with your wife. I know you love your family’ I said seriously. He nodded, he was thinking things through. ‘But what if she won’t take me back this time?’ he asked, the fear crossing his face. ‘James, I’m not leaving unless you want me to’ I reaffirmed. His face returned to a smile. He kissed me softly before standing from the bed and searching for his clothes. I watched him dress with interest. ‘I love you, Hannah’ he kissed, leaning over me as he put on his coat. I smiled warmly in reply. ‘I’ll call you really soon’ he promised. |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 6 2010, 02:10 PM Post #100 |
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I know cheating is the worst you can do....but I really feel sorry for James! He has a lot to work out with Fran....I guess. But it´s good that Hannah is there to support him, I mean, he is telling her all his secrets and fears....he really trust her. Even if it´s wrong....I really like Hannah and him being together! "Just once more, then I’ll go, I promise’ he begged with a horny smile. " "What if I just stayed here with you?’ he proposed." caught myself helling "YES" and this part. btw... i think it´s a bit sad that Hannah hadn´t had the chance to tell him what happened to her after Chopper...well....was done with her...as i can put it that way.... I´m just curious what she wanted to tell him when she wanted to talk to him on the phone. Can´t wait for the next update!!!
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| kirks_wife | Sep 7 2010, 12:35 AM Post #101 |
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Yeah They are good together, huh? Yeah, imagine James desperate and begging for sex once more... Well, Hannah has reserved judgement on what she was going to tell James, given that Fran has now found out about them. She knows he has some big decisions to make, so we'll see if she still has the courage to tell him. Thanks for reading and commenting Glad you liked the updates!
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| kirks_wife | Sep 8 2010, 05:24 AM Post #102 |
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The next evening, James arrived unannounced, an overnight bag in his hand and two shopping bags of food. I greeted him happily across the threshold. The paparazzi had not left the front gate overnight, and he was afraid they would soon learn this was his property. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call, it was just easier to come by’ he said uneasily. I nodded, I didn’t mind, I was just pleased he was here. He seemed a little shaken; the paparazzi had disturbed his privacy. ‘Have they been taking pictures of you?’ he asked, soothing my arms protectively. ‘Yes’ I admitted, although I knew it would make him nervous. ‘I’m sorry’ he offered apologetically. ‘They’ve been following me from my house and back. They’ll figure it out soon’ he said knowingly. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if we get in the papers’ he said quietly. ‘We’ve just gotta try and hold off from being photographed together for as long as we can’ he explained. He paused on the stairs, handing me two plastic bags of food. ‘I’m gonna put my bag in your room, I’ll be right back’ he winked. I nodded as he jogged up the stairs. He returned a minute later with the blanket from my bed. ‘Fancy a movie downstairs on the couch later on?’ he asked with a grin. I understood his suggestion and smiled warmly. ‘I grabbed us some things for dinner’ he said explaining the bags in my hands. He dumped the blanket on the couch and led me into the kitchen. ‘I thought I’d cook for you tonight’ he smiled emptying the bags. I sat on the marble island in the centre, watching him move around the kitchen. He unpacked two large steaks, tomatoes, onion, herbs, broccoli, and potatoes. ‘What do you want to drink?’ I asked. He turned to me with a deep sigh. ‘Don’t ask me that’ he replied seriously. He was silent for a minute, his back turned to me as he prepared the vegetables. ‘Sorry, coke is fine’ he answered regretfully. He turned to me with a sad smile. I opened him a can and smoothed his back. He was so much taller than me, I couldn’t kiss his neck as I wanted to. ‘How did things go at home yesterday?’ I asked carefully. I was curious, he’d just turned up with an overnight bag after all. ‘I didn’t see her’ he replied sadly. ‘I slept in a guest room down the other end of the house last night’ he said. ‘Then this morning, the house was empty, I found a note saying she’s taken the kids up north for the weekend, and that she needed some space to think things through. She said she’d talk when she got back in a few days’ he explained. He hung his head sadly like there was more. ‘My daughter Cali called me this afternoon’ he said. ‘She’s nearly 13, she’s smart, she knows what’s going on. She asked me if her mom and I were breaking up’ he admitted painfully. He wiped his eyes sadly, and he squeezed me in tightly into a long hug. His eyes paused on my face and he kissed me softly. He dug deep into his pocket and offered me the folded-up note. I took it slowly and read as he continued cutting potatoes into long chips. It was carefully written in cursive style in wet blue ink: James, As you well know, we’ve talked about this before and you know what happens if I can’t trust you anymore. I need you to think carefully, and I want to know the truth when we get back. Cali wants to go riding, so I’m taking the kids to Kirk’s ranch in Sacramento for the weekend. We’ll be back on Sunday night, and we’ll talk then. I want you to think really carefully about what you want, James. I don’t know if this girl is someone you just met on tour, or whether you’ve been seeing her seriously. I need answers, and I need you to decide what you want. You say I don’t treat you like an adult: well show me that you can be a man, James! Your family loves you, and I do too. See you Sunday night, Francesca x I gulped hard, it was a tough ultimatum. ‘What are you going to do?’ I asked finally. He shook his head in confusion, taking the letter from my hands. ‘I love her, but it’s not enough’ he admitted. I’d heard him say it before. ‘She’s hard to live with. I can’t take being treated like one of the kids anymore’ he admitted. ‘I get told off for leaving my clothes on the floor, worse than my son!’ he exclaimed. I didn’t say anything, instead I let him speak. ‘I’m sorry Hannah’ he said, apologetic for sharing his problems. ‘It’s just that, when I’m with you, I feel so young and I don’t have to worry about taking a step wrong, I can just be me’ he explained. He slid the oven tray noisily into the oven. ‘I know what you mean’ I said quietly as he faced me. Perhaps—I thought to myself—if I was the mother of his children I’d be the same, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. ‘Do you like steak?’ he asked, his mood brightening up. ‘Yes, definitely!’ I smiled hungrily. |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 8 2010, 09:04 AM Post #103 |
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After dinner he sat on the floor in front of the TV cabinet sorting through his DVD collection. I sat on the end of the couch growing increasingly concerned at his selections. So far, he had Titanic and Scream 2 in the ‘yes’ pile. The worry must have crossed my face when The Cable Guy was the third film to make the watch pile. ‘James’ I started carefully ‘these aren’t really my thing’ I admitted. He grinned with a naughty smile. ‘It’s alright, it’s not what you think. Open them’ he winked, handing me Titanic. I was temporarily confused until I saw the DVD inside was titled Horny Sluts 14. ‘Oh my god’ I smiled in interest, sitting with him on the floor. I was suddenly turned on and eager to watch with him. ‘Are these all porn?’ I asked. He smiled deviously. ‘Yep!’ he said. ‘So why are these in all in the ‘no pile?’ I asked, pointing to the large discarded pile he was building. ‘Those are mainly what Lars is into’ James said. My eyes widened in interest and I leaned over him to quickly steal the top one. ‘No, no no!’ he laughed, attempting to grab it from my hands. We played tug of war with the plain white plastic cover. I wanted to know why he wanted to hide it from me so much. ‘You really don’t wanna see that one, I promise you that!’ he laughed trying to dissuade me. ‘Oh please!’ I begged. ‘James, I like all kinds of naughty things’ I teased him with pleading eyes, and he sighed knowing he would lose the argument, his hands letting regretfully go of the cover. I plugged the blank DVD straight into the DVD player and waited eagerly for a picture to come on-screen. In a dark room, a familiar shadowy figure had turned on the camera and walked by. The greyish scene was grainy, the camera pointed directly at a vacant bed. I realised this was a home-made video. I looked at James in astonishment as his own nervous body entered the scene and lay quietly on the bed. He looked off-screen towards another figure who was undressing with her back to the camera. A tall woman with blonde hair turned and settled on the bed next to him, but it was not Francesca. James didn’t make to touch her, and she looked off-screen too waiting for a third participant. Lars joined them both: his horny eyes taking in James, but focussing instead on the naked woman in front of him. The much younger James on-screen did not reach for her, instead he watched patiently as Lars kissed and touched her. ‘Who is that?’ I whispered. I was transfixed on the unfolding scenario. James couldn’t watch, he was averting his gaze by stacking DVD’s into piles. ‘That’s Skylar; Lars’ ex-wife’ James explained in a mumble. ‘Oh my God! What happens?!’ I asked him dramatically. ‘Do you and Lars?’ my eyes opened widely in hope. James shook his head. ‘She wanted us to, but we chickened out’ he said. ‘So what do you do?’ I asked. So far, only Lars was making an advance on her with the much younger James watching on with interest. ‘Fast-forward’ he said in embarrassment, and I did. Lars fucked his wife first with James watching on, until James’ visible excitement enticed Lars’ wife to please him. James moaned and slid down the bed, her mouth treating him hard. In frustration, or perhaps jealously, Lars stood and left the bed disappearing from the frame, apparently unable to watch as Skylar mounted James: her fit body sliding easily in his lap. James took her with more strength than Lars, and she moaned loudly, the sound on the video kicking in for the first time. James fucked her expertly for fifteen minutes more, before Lars returned to the bed, his face flushed; he rubbed his nose energetically, he looked high. His eyes were round and wild as he received his wife from James. James slid hungrily from Skylar, working himself in his hand, as Lars took over pleasing her. ‘Oh my God’ I whispered. James took the remote in my hand, stopping the tape. He tugged the DVD from the player and returned it quietly to its case. ‘Most of these are Lars with other women’ he explained. ‘There’s a few of him with men too’ he said in a smaller voice. ‘But that’s not what I wanted to show you’ he smiled. He’d found the one he wanted. ‘Watch this’ he smiled deviously. |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 8 2010, 10:49 AM Post #104 |
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Scarred
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We settled on the couch together, in the summer evening it was too hot for the blanket. He pre-emptively unzipped his jeans, knowing his erection would soon not comfortably fit. He grinned happily at me, his hand smoothing the zip on my jeans. ‘Can I make you more comfortable too?’ he begged. His hot and horny mouth settled on mine and his fingers smoothed my crotch through my jeans. He took my zip gently and smiled as he opened me, feeling the thin fabric of my knickers on my warm skin. ‘Shall we start now?’ he asked. His hand was already rubbing me gently wet between my jeans and my knickers. ‘Yeah’ I breathed. ‘This is my favourite scene’ he whispered in my ear. The room was in complete darkness, lit only by the tv screen. James’ eager fingers fondled me as the scene began. I half expected to see another home video. This time, a young blonde porn actress dismounted a horse in a stable, and a cowboy in leather chaps took the reins. I saw that James was immediately turned on, he rubbed his hard cock snaking across his thigh in his jeans. I kissed hungrily at his neck, telling him I knew he was excited. ‘Just watch’ he begged. He smiled as my hand dropped to his hard dick. I traced his erection with my fingertips through his jeans. On screen, the eager cowboy had taken his advance on his female assistant. Standing behind her, his hands were already rubbing her fast. I felt James’ fingers warming me faster in response. ‘James’ I moaned, shifting my jeans down my thighs so his hand had an easier job. His large hand was inside the shiny black triangle of fabric. My hips responded eagerly, bucking to the pace of his hand. ‘Fuck Hannah’ he moaned. I was breathing hard for him. I was excited that he was showing me what turned him on. The cowboy’s body was sinking up against the stall door: the girl sunk to her knees sucked him eagerly in her mouth. James tugged my knickers down my legs, I knew he wanted more. His fingers slid warmly between my folds, and I moaned openly into his mouth. He turned towards me on the couch and I hooked my leg over his hip. We both lay on the long chaise. He was already prepared to roll onto me. I tugged his hard dick from his jeans and pulled him gently, watching his face moan open. The cowboy had his way with her, he pushed into her from behind, she knelt on hay bales crying out for release. James reached for the remote and muted the scene, he was horny and desperate, and he knelt over me to tug his own jeans down his legs. Seeing his horny body leaning over me, I had an idea. ‘James, why don’t you lie down and let me ride you?’ I offered. From the now silently moving scene behind us, I could see the cowgirl doing her best imitation in his lap. ‘Oh please’ he smiled, begging me into his lap. His body lay willingly on the couch for me. I slid onto his dick, leaning forward resting my hands on his chest, I ground him like I knew he wanted. His shaking hands held my hips, he moaned loudly like I’d not heard him do before. ‘Oh my god, Hannah!’ he yelled. His face was red and horny, and he sat forward desperately wanting to thrust my weight up and down him. He took over, lifting my weight in his hands, holding my body still as his hips fucked me. I loved his urgent and dominating pace. I was thankful he’d had the courage to show me what he liked. I persuaded him to relax on his back once more, and I rode him slower, building the excitement in his chest. ‘Do you like badly behaved girls?’ I asked him in a dirty tone. The cowboy on screen was whipping his assistant in turn with his thrusts. ‘Yeah’ James’ chest melted as he responded. He was futile to the thought. I thought of the small whip I had in my wardrobe in London, wishing it were here with me now. ‘Do you want to slap my ass for being a bad girl?’ I asked him. He moaned as I moved off him and bent over on all fours. He positioned himself urgently behind me, taking aim with his palm on my butt. He smacked me only gently at first. ‘If you don’t slap me harder, I’ll just do it again’ I teased. I heard him smile with a moaning breath. ‘You bad girl’ he growled, smacking me twice a little harder. I pretended to scream for him. He pushed the head of his dick into me and I moaned. ‘James! Tell me again’ I moaned. He was pushing hard, and his hard dick was large and deliciously painful. I screamed in real delight. ‘You’re a bad girl’ he growled, slapping me a little harder, and this time I felt a stinging sensation on my butt. ‘Yeah! I like that!’ I moaned. He slipped momentarily from the game, falling forward onto his hands, his back bearing over me. He fucked me breathing heavily on my throat. I screamed as he pushed harder, he was rushing urgently towards his own climax. He was suddenly gentle, he had returned to being James. He kissed my throat and neck as he shuddered joyously to his own orgasm. He withdrew, turning my body to face him with a loving smile. ‘More upstairs?’ he begged. |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 10 2010, 09:07 AM Post #105 |
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Phantom Lord
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Horny Sluts 14......OMG...that made me laugh so much :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: Bad, bad James.... Me likey!! As you know, I love the hotness between these two!! "More upstairs?’ he begged." Oh yes....PLEASE!!!! That you so much for the updates!! This story gets better and better
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he is such a sweetheart!!
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Damn... I knew Fran would find out sooner or later....

7:06 PM Jul 11