1Days of my youth [3] - Sex Stories

1Days of my youth [3]

... It started to the left side of her little brown puckered arse fortunately it had not hit squarely or who knows what would have been the outcome it passed onto the left of the lip of her virgina , finally scar tissue still showing at the side of her clit hood deep in the cleft, still showing after all this time it must have been deep and agony when it was new. We sat in that little unlit kitchen, with the firelight flickering and talked , Mike visibly stimulated by the moment, his lady now nude on his lap, his hand in her lap fingering her moist pussy, I could sense it was the hand of her lover and her final partner in life, She said she had had lovers from time to time who had noticed the scars on her breasts and had asked about their origins perhaps in the vein hope of her being their sub, but she had never enlightened them, preferring to let imagination`s run riot. Neither had she let anyone use her in a sadistic way again. No -one had noticed the last scar she said, they being her most erotic secret. She said she was a one person woman now, and that was as well in view of my home situation, though she said the spark has not yet vanished and she still had a sex drive that suited both of them, kept her young and though the ...

... whips were not part of the scene nor swapping, or cuckolding they enjoyed life to the full plus a bit, her words not mine. As I put my coat on I asked them to keep in touch as friends and they have promised to do that. Mike made up the fire and Judy went off, I thought to dress, She returned in a house coat, with a briefcase in her hands, “this is for you “she said “but don’t open it till you get home”, I took my leave of them pausing on the step to say goodnight, knowing this lady was unstoppable and part of a really happy couple. She kissed me as I left, it was like a butterfly in that same old way; my mind reliving that first kiss all those years ago. As I walked to the car, there was a deep sounding bark from an outhouse and she called to the dog to silence it with a loud command of “quiet Caspar” we exchanged a glance and she shrugged her shoulders with a grin, nothing was said but we both knew. I drove away with a smile on my face. Stopping on my way home to look in the case, it held much as I expected , after all these years , wrapped in tissue, a gaudy orange blouse and a whip, a leather whip, one with a rawhide handle and bootlace type soft leather thongs the longest about 2 feet and with small knots at the ends ..