Para invades me again

When my boyfriend joined the Paras it wasn't long 'til I got pissed off just receiving letters and seeing him once in a blue moon. Tony was a bit rough with me anyway, not hitting me but he would push me around in an argument.

When Ryan came along he was like a breathe of fresh air, kind, considerate and always telling me I looked beautiful. He asked me out sixty-three times before I relented, When I broke the news he was devastated, he refused to believe it at first, the letters eventually stopped.

Three years later me and Ryan got married, it was a lovely day, our families got on, and we had fantastic sex in a 5* hotel in New York on honeymoon, that was twenty-years ago, since then we are still in love but the sex side has gone off the boil.

Ry suggested this sight to read the stories, he will print off the tales that arouse him, and at bedtime I will read the story out, using the dirty words, I'm a prim and proper lady in real life, I found this had a freeing of my sexual side, our love-making became more and more raunchy.

It didn't take me long to realise my husband had a real loving of the story where a wife was taken by another man, his love-making would be more hurried if we had read a tale of 'cuckolding,' this didn't bother me as we never spoke about this out of the bedroom.

The computer has been a revelation to me since we got online in December last year, and the first thing I did was join Friends Reunited (F.R.), and was amazed to see friends names I hadn't spoke to for twenty-odd years, and I spoke to them via the internet and laughed about school-days and partys.

All was well 'til July when I found a message on my F.R. site, I opened it and sat frozen, Tony my ex-boyfriend had got in touch. I read the e-mail, he was interested in how I was doing, he explained that he had married a German girl, got divorced last year and was just touching base with the friends he had lost touch with all them years ago.

I decided not to tell Ryan, I don't know why, he's not the jealous type, and we got on with lives. The one thing that changed was the sex, with the stories, I would read the stories of woman being ravished by other men and I would find myself putting Tony's face to the men, and I would without fail come to a crashing orgasm.

Last month Tony e-mailed to say he was coming back to town for a family funeral, would I be interested in meeting for a coffee at his hotel in Manchester. It took me two days to reply, I was dry mouthed and my heart beat like a frightened rabbits, I told Tony that I could make it at three o'clock on the following Tuesday.

Ryan set off for work, he works shifts, this week he was on lates, a kiss on the cheek, he would be home around one in the morning. I got in the shower and lathered up, my whole body was shaking, I did something I had done only twice in my life, I inserted a finger inside myself, I slipped in as I was extremely aroused, I then brought the shower head down onto my clitoris. When I came, I literally fell to my knees, I felt light-headed and felt a little naughty.

I didn't do any of the things that would be in most of the tales on this site, I didn't have stockings on, nor did I have a skirt that showed off my backside, I did look good and I did wear nice underwear.

I arrived fashionably late, I stood in the foyer, legs shaking and stomach doing the butterfly thing. A man, tall, broad of shoulder and silver-haired approached.
He was dressed in black and I thought he worked for the hotel until I looked him in the eye.
'Tony?'
'Hello Diane, you look stunning, come on lets get a drink'
We had a few drinks talked about old times, and I became a little tactile, he suggested food.
He explained to me about his divorce and told me he was living down in Hampshire, alone. Then we were asked to leave the table in the restraunt, he took my hand and we walked back to the bar.

I was now becoming more tipsy and more comfortable, he said he had a photo of me and him at a new years disco, he reached into his pocket, then another.
'Sorry I've left it in my room.' there was a deafly silence and someone said,
'Let's go and get it.'
I couldn't believe it, I had said it.

Tony rose, reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. We got into the lift, still holding hands, the door opened and we walked down the corridor. Tony removed a card from his pocket and swiped a door, he opened it and we walked through into a sumptious room.

Tony still not speaking took me to a darkened bedroom, he closed the door and turned to me, he bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. my arms slowly rose around his neck and the kiss became one of those heavy noisy kisses that have grunts and sighs. I was lifted off my feet and lay on a king-size bed.

Tony fell onto the bed beside me touching my breasts through my blouse, our kissing continued, he lifted my skirt round my waist, he knelt up and ripped his shirt off revealing a barrel of a chest, my hands reached up and stroked his chest, he undid his belt and pulled his trousers down round his thighs, his cock was bobbing up and down while I undid my blouse, Tony reached inside my skimpy knickers with a finger, he found a very damp pair of lips, no fussing about he ripped the sides of them and revealed my pouting cunny, next he lowered himself onto me and slowly pushed his cock into me. I gasped and groaned, he began moving slowly, I lifted my knees and felt him going deeper, my legs wrapped around his powerful thighs, I realised I was calling his name, very low into his right ear. My hand explored his back, I stretched down to encompass his firm buttocks, his pace was beginning to quicken, I pulled him into me, my cunny was making slurping noises as he pulled further out before pounding back into me time and time again.
My groans in his ear had become loud moaning each time he pushed back in, he lifted his chest off me without losing a stroke, he turned me, so I was astride him, his hands began to pull hard on my nipples, his whole hand squeezing them till they hurt, a pain I enjoyed, my orgasm was now building, my eyesight became blurry, I slipped to and fro on top of him then I stopped letting Tony move alone, I felt my hips and then a beautiful feeling move from their into my spine, this continued as I heard Tony cry out, shit he wasn't wearing a condom, I tried to lift myself off him, but he was holding my hips with his large strong hands. Then I felt him harden even more inside me then the rush of life speeding into my belly, time and again he lifted himself trying to get further inside me, then he was spent, I lay down onto his sweating chest, his small hairs playing on my nipples.

When we came to, I explained that I loved Ryan and that I couldn't do anything like this again, Tony was lovely, he said he had waited 20 years and it was worth the wait. I kissed him and asked him to keep this to ourselves, he agreed that it was just between us.

Tony pulled me to the power-shower and soaped me down, I thought, maybe one more time could't hurt, the sex was good, wet and final.

I have changed the names slightly, but at 37, find I have missed a period, have an exciting love-life with my hubby, no he's not got a cock as big, or a stomach as flat as Tony's, but I love him. Hope this gets onto the site, strangely enough, Ryan can hear about me doing this from my own lips, and be happy and turned on.