The Tunnel of Love - Catesby - Sex Stories

The Tunnel of Love - Catesby

... actually. The moment we finished kissing I reached down and pulled off my panties and then I lay back on his bed. He had probably thought I was some naïve young girl he was going to have to use all the powers of his persuasion on. In the end I must have looked like some kind of slut, wanting to get down to it right away. The sex was just as good as it had been with Joe and when it was over I asked him to do it to me again. I ended up staying in his caravan while he finished his shift so he could have me again later.” It was a few moments after she finished speaking that I said anything. My mind was full of images of my wife laying underneath those guys, letting them fuck her, even though they were practically strangers. “What about the night after that?” I asked, wondering if there was a third man she did it with. “They had packed up and moved on by then,” she replied, with a hint of grief. “I was a bit sad at first. For months I couldn’t wait until the next summer so I could go to the fair again and meet one of those guys. It didn’t have to be the same ones. Just that type. But it was around then that I started going out with Terry, you know, the one I told you about.” Terry had been her first serious boyfriend. He was a few years older than her, and by her account, had taught her all she ever needed to know about sex. I had come to feel grateful about his affect on her life and her attitude in the bedroom. She was so open and enthusiastic about sex and I always figured it ...

... was down to Terry. She had told me about several of the lovers she had had before she met me, but none before she met him. Now I wondered if perhaps she had been that way beforehand. Maybe she had even taught him a thing or two. “Did you have sex with many guys in between?” I asked. “During those months, before you met Terry?” “Well, yeah,” she replied nonchalantly. “A few. Nothing serious though.” “Just one night stands?” “More like one hour stands, most of them,” she said, laughing in recollection. “And one was a five minute stand. Literally. Standing up against the wall in an alleyway.” “Who was that with?” “I don’t know. Some doorman at a nightclub. He wouldn’t let me and my friends in – said we were u******e, so I told him I could prove we weren’t just k**s. He knew what I meant so he took me down this alley beside the club and he fucked me. It wasn’t bad actually.” I looked into my wife’s eyes. Her pupils were fully dilated, whether from the alcohol or her arousal I didn’t know. She certainly acted pretty frisky as she told me all about her past. Her hand kept reaching out to feel my cock under the table. I was already hard and her manipulations made the pressure almost unbearable. “So,” Jenny said. “Do you fancy it?” “Yeah, I do,” I said excitedly. “Right now. Where do you want to do it? Back at the hotel?” “No,” she screamed, laughing her head off. “I mean do you fancy going to the funfair?” “Oh right, yeah,” I said. “I was only joking.” “Sure you were. Seems to me you ...