In the following weeks after our first time together alan developed a routine of coming to see me every tuesday and thursday morning.

He told his Wife and family that he was visiting his old friend, the one who’s grandson needed advice and help with his business accounts.

It was ideal because susan had fallen out with this friend many years ago and hadn’t had anything to do with him since so there was no chance of her bumping into him, getting talking, and the truth being discovered.

Alan would park the big mercedes a few streets away so as not to get the neighbours chins wagging.

So careful.

And then….

Well, i would show him what he had been missing for all those years.

My body became an object of wonder for dear old alan. The saying, ‘like a kid in a candy shop’, comes to mind.

Imagine it yourself, going without for 12 years and then suddenly being given Free rein…..to do whatever you please….

Unlike susan, i was very willing to do anything alan desired.

I loved being on the receiving end of so much pent up passion, lust and desire. His energy was like a drug to me.

I loved being used by him.

One thing that did become apparent was that alans premature problem, was not going to go away over night.

With patience and practice however he slowly began to last longer and grow in confidence as a result.

He developed a keen taste for oral both giving and receiving.

It was actually during this time with alan that i acquired my taste for spunk, having previously not enjoyed the flavour or texture, much.

I swallowed so much of alans that i came to like it.

He too perfected giving oral, i showed him how i liked it done and he was a quick learner, often bringing me to a screaming climax in just a few minutes.

We talked a lot too, laid on our bed, often bathed in sweat with the smell of Sex heavy in the air around us.

Alan revealed more of his past Sex life with susan, if you can call it a Sex life that is.

They were both devout church goers, attending every sunday, although i suppose alan was now living in sin, having been led astray by little old me.

Before their marriage he only got as far as kissing, susan would not allow anything else.

They had both been virgins on their wedding night! Can you believe that?

That’s what he told me anyway and I’d no reason to disbelieve him.

Susan was never really into Sex and would only succumb to alans carnal desires a couple of times a week, and that was back when they were young too.

He told me she would only do it with him on top or her on top, sometimes from the side both on their backs.

She would never do it on all fours as this was how animals did it.

So, no prizes for guessing which position alan liked to do it most.

It was during these doggy style sessions that alan developed a keen interest in my bottom. Susan had never let him touch that sensitive part of her so his curiosity was intense…..

I noticed he would carefully touch my bum hole a lot, drawing his finger slowly across it initially then going further one time by asking me very cautiously if he could lick it?

It was so exciting to watch him shyly asking, obviously afraid i would think he was a pervert.

He did say afterwards that he was worried i would think he was a dirty old man.

I told him he wasn’t quite there yet but with my help, soon would be….

Alan absolutely loved rimming and even pushed his tongue inside a little, earning a ‘oh yes!…..you dirty beggar’, comment from me which can clearly be heard on the footage playback, although i honestly can’t remember saying it at the time…..i was lost in exquisite sensation.

Next of course came the inevitable question.

I said yes…..of course.

I had done Anal with john in the past but it wasn’t something we did much anymore, I’m not keen on it and john is a little too big for that kind of thing.

Although i do let him have a go when he wants to, he knows I’m not keen on it so doesn’t ask to do it much.

Alan was a different matter, his smaller size being more manageable.

I remember that first time we did it.

Alan had covered my back passage in KY jelly and had been gently fingering me.

I’d gotten used to his finger and was beginning to enjoy it, moaning gently.

I gave him indication i was ready and he moved up close behind me into position, carefully pushing his Hot stiff prick forwards into my bum.

Despite being well lubricated there was still a little resistance before it suddenly slid inside….. causing a sharp intake of breath from me and an, ‘oh my god!’, from alan.

That first time was for him, i did enjoy it but it was over predictably quickly despite alan already having climaxed several times.

The extra tight fit of my arse hole and the thrill of doing something new proving too much for this Anal virgin.

It did look very good on the video playback, with us facing the high angle wardrobe camera, i managed a lustful grin up at the lense as alan was preoccupied with the tantalising sight of his cock disappearing up my arse.

John found the footage particularly exciting…..there is something special about a husband watching his Wife being sodomised upon his own bed….seeing her gazing lustfully up at the secret camera while being used by a dirty old man….

John was extra vigorous with me, that night in the shed.

Whispering in my ear as he pounded me from behind…. calling me those names….. saying such….. obscene things….

John was insatiable and we did it a lot but i eventually wore him out.

It did however come at a price.

I ached the next morning, it was so tender down there that i had to have that night off.

Alan became as much a fan of Anal as he had oral but i would only let him do it at the end of our morning of debauchery together.

I don’t like it back in my fanny after its been in my bum, not that there’s any soiling, it’s just me i suppose, it doesn’t feel right to me.

During my conversations with alan i also found out why he liked being called sir.

I’d called him it after that first time we did it, afterwards in the hallway when he was leaving, alan had a strong reaction to the word and asked if i could call him it again some time.

He told me that a long time ago he worked for a big accounting firm, he’d had his own little office and even his own secretary….

Yep….i know what your thinking.

I jumped to the same conclusion too, when he first started to tell me the story.

Her name was sara.

She was in her early twenties and alan had been in his forties at the time.

She was new, having replaced alans old secretary who had retired.

There was an instant attraction between sara and alan right from the start.

The flirting began shortly after saras new appointment.

Sara always being the bolder of the two of them, predictably.

Alan shy and timid just like he was all these years later.

Sara also enjoyed teasing him

“She’d open buttons on her blouse….”

Alan told me one time

“….. and bend down across my desk in front of me….. usually while handing me some papers…..show me a flash of that deep cleavage…..like yours…..”

He smiled, eyes flitting briefly down to my boobs

“……oh my….she knew what she was doing…..drove me to distraction alright”

He revealed to me that he’d gotten so distracted by her ample charms that he’d had to ‘relieve himself’, on many occasions, in the staff toilets.

Looking guiltily at me he said

“I’ve never told anybody about that until now……”

Looking thoughtful past me for a moment, before continuing

“……my god…..that’s thirty years ago”

Anyway, alans shy timid nature prevented him, at least on that occasion, from enjoying all that sara offered.

It got as far as a kiss in his office, which she tried to take further…..but alan stopped her.

He told her that they shouldn’t, he was a married man, a devoted husband.

There were strong feelings between sara and alan, not just a physical attraction, it had been hard to say no.

Sara left the firm at the end of that month, having asked for a transfer.

Alan never saw her again.

Looking nostalgic as he remembered this lost chance…..

He said

“I wonder where she is now?…..i wonder what would have happened if I’d let it go further”

I reminded him that he was now finding out…. with me….what happened when he gave in to ‘sins of the flesh’.

But there was something else with this sara, i could see it in his eyes as he told me about her.

Was it Love? Or was i reading too much into it…

What they had was so much more than i offered, much more than just friendship with a generous helping of fun.

It made me feel quite sad at the time, and still does.

Alans story of lost Love affair……

Anyway, one thing this nostalgia inspired was a little role play.

Alan began to shyly suggest to me that i could dress up in smart formal clothing, like his secretary used to.

One thing led to another and i began to play the part of naughty secretary……while alan would be my boss.

Our dining room table doubled as a desk, alan would sit at his ‘desk’ and i would do whatever he asked of me.

I would wait in the hallway dressed as his ‘secretary’ and he would call me into the room…..

He particularly liked ordering me to crawl under the desk and suck him off while he pretended to work.

My dutiful replies to his strict orders all including the word ‘sir’,….’yes sir….of course sir’.

Just like that.

It was around this time of boss/secretary fun, that i popped the question to alan.

A much watered down question that is, one has to be cautious with your innermost desires.

Alan already knew about both myself and johns passion regarding me seeing another man.

I’d told alan, for example, how excited john became when i explained in great detail what alan had been doing to me that day….

Leaving out the bit about the cameras, of course.

He knew we both ‘got off’ on my descriptions of the mornings activities.

Alan was always evasive when i dropped strong hints about him joining us for a threesome, sometimes he just gave a nervous laugh, sometimes he ignored the remark.

So, i knew he was nervous about it.

But how to proceed? John suggested i should carefully ask alan if my husband could be present one time, just to watch? Nothing else.

It was all we could do, just go for it.

But first, to lighten things a little, it would be best if alan was to meet john, just a friendly chat over a coffee perhaps…..the three of us.

And so, late one thursday morning as alan was getting dressed in our bedroom i made my move.

Telling alan that john had expressed an interest in meeting him.

Alan initially looked very worried, as though he thought my husband was going to beat him up!

Although I’d hastily added the bit about a friendly chat at a café, he still looked nervous

“Bu……but why does he want to meet me?”

Alan asked looking wide eyed with concern

“He just wants to get to know you a bit better that’s all….”

I replied looking sincere, then added

“….he’s heard a lot about you but you’ve not met so far….go on….it’ll be alright….I’ll be there too you know…..the three of us together”

I said the ‘the three of us together’ in a sexy voice, making eye contact briefly as i did so.

A knowing smile suddenly broke out over alans face as he realised what i was trying to do

“Oh i see….this is about me and you….and him…right?”

I just came out with it, told him that john wanted to watch us one time. Nothing else, just watch us together in the bedroom.

After telling him what we wanted alan became a little confused

“So…he would just be watching us?… nothing else?”

Alan asked looking thoughtful.

I nodded, grinning.

Alan then asked possibly the dumbest question he’d ever asked me

“And…..what would he be doing?…..while we….you know?”

I honestly couldn’t work out if he was taking the piss or not, alan doesn’t really have a wicked sense of humour so i had to guess it was a genuine question.

Despite the serious look on alans wrinkled face i couldn’t help having a bit of fun with my reply

Trying my hardest to look genuine i said

“Well alan……john is learning to play the accordion at the moment….”

My serious look is slipping and i can feel a giggle forcing its way out but somehow continue

“……so you may hear some.. out of tune sea shanties in the background…..while we….”

It’s no good, alan himself is now grinning from ear to ear and i burst into giggles.

The thought of john actually doing that, to this day, brings a smile to my face.

Anyway, after calming down i explained to alan what my husband would be doing, while watching us.

“I see…..yes..yes of course….a live show eh?”

Thankfully i could now observe that familiar mischievous grin spreading across alans face….i nodded my reply grinning just as mischievously back.

I knew exactly what alan was going to say next

“He’s a kinky sod you know……your john….”

Alans eyes twinkled as he thought it over, seeming to enjoy the idea he added

“……doing that to himself…..while i….while we….”

He trailed off, looking straight at me, but before he could say anything else i spoke first

“Yes….he is kinky….just like me…..and you…. we’ll put on a good show for him won’t we…..”

Trailing off for a moment, reaching out with my right hand, index finger placed under alans chin slowly drawing his face close to mine, gently placing my lips upon his and, so tenderly, drawing my tongue across the underside of his upper lip, feeling him tremble….

Pulling back away i continue, fixing him with a meaningful look and speaking softly, deliberately quiet, to focus his attention

“……. your gunna make me moan for him aren’t you….oh i know you are…..make me beg for you….all right in….”

Alan didn’t let me finish.

He was staring wide eyed, almost shaking with excitement….

He interrupted my sentence with a blurted out

“When can i meet john?”

And there it was, the ball set in motion by a little subtle tact combined with a pinch of my….. persuasion.

Perfect.

Now all that remained between us and our ultimate fantasy was a cozy chat over a drink in a café.

Let john and my boyfriend meet, at last.

End of chapter 15.