Doing A Carol 15
Dear Diary.
It’s now Sunday evening and I’m back home from having had a lovely lunch with Marta. We went to an old farm which has been converted in to a restaurant, along with some craft shops and a small garden centre. Well more like a few green houses and their wares. It’s owned by one of Jerry’s friends who bought the property a few years back and turned the place around. So luckily for me, I get a substantial discount there. Plus the food is delicious too. A definite gem hidden within the leafy Surrey countryside.
With a few hours to spare before going out tonight, I’m now having a rest with a glass of rosè in one hand and watching rubbish on TV.
It’s very rare of me to go out on a Sunday night when I’m down in Surrey. Most of my friends here have families so they tend to do stuff in the evenings together. They do invite me to their gatherings, which is very kind of them, but most of the time I’m so tired from travelling or working in the shop all day, so have to decline and catch up with my rest.
Well that’s not happening this weekend, is it?
Saturday night was an eye opener, my first step in to the hot wife world. It’s a fantasy for many frustrated husbands who wish they could to be blessed with such a slutty wife. Though could they really handle it?
Could they easily watch their wives blatantly flirt with other men, knowing that she’s probably having sex behind their backs and as well as in front of them without being involved? Could they handle being emancipated,
not allowed to be in control in the bedroom department, not just by the wife but by other men too, with possibilities of their sex lives branching out in to their personal lives?
It’s a lot to think about and much discussion needs to take place before the initial step takes place. As once that manicured toe is dipped into that pretty pool of penis pleasing parties, then there’s no going back!
Though that didn’t happen to me, did it? I was swept away by innocently riding on the back of someone at a party to now having plenty of play mates to call upon when I need a hard cock or three to fulfill my greedy girl needs.
More details of that to come, dear diary!
So I wonder what Michael has in store for me tonight? I know it’s going to be sexy and hot by what I have to wear.
I haven’t be out knickerless before, so I’m guessing it will be breezy and airy down there.
Ping. ‘Hello, my sexy slut.’
Such a gentleman. It would be nice just to say hello, wouldn’t it?
‘Hello.’
Ping. ‘Have you had a good day?’
‘Yes, very nice. I had lunch with Marta at The Stables. How was your day?’
Ping. ‘Yeah, not bad. Spent the day at the garage. Now at home with Sara.’
‘So what have you told her about tonight?’
Ping. ‘I said I’m playing poker at Steve’s.’
‘Ah. And he doesn’t mind you saying that?’
Ping. ‘No, we cover each other all the time.’
‘That’s handy.’
Ping. ‘Yes, Steve’s a good mate. Very understanding. If you get my drift?’
‘Oh, so have you done this kind of thing before? Led a woman astray?’
Ping. ‘Its not a gentleman thing to say, is it?’
‘I’m guessing yes!’
Ping. A winking emoji popped up. ‘Talking of leading you astray, I’m moving you on to the next stage of your training.’
‘Mmm. That sounds interesting.’
Ping. ‘Yes, hopefully. We’re going to the same place as last night.’
‘What? That pub?’
‘No not there. To that car park.’
‘Oh.’ More outside fun. ‘Are you going to take more photos of me then?’
Ping. ‘Possibly.’
Sounds good.
It’s a strange place to go to have fun, isnt it? Well, for most people it is. Wouldn’t it have been better to stay in a romantic and comfortable hotel with a four poster bed and a roaring log fire? You would think so, wouldn’t you?
Yet a car park it is.
And because of this strange location, call it a gut feeling, or a woman’s intuition, but I believe this is what he’s been building up to this weekend. And that is for us to go dogging!
Yes, I may sound innocent when it comes to my vanilla ways, especially when I’m encased within my Egyptian cotton sheets with Jerry, but I do know what goes on in select societies and behind those black leather padded locked doors. I’m not that naive.
And with what had happened yesterday, I have been doing some research today on what I should expect tonight.
At this time of writing my diary, I’m not yet experienced or knowledgeable enough to be fully in control or my desires, wants and needs.
So I’m just letting my teacher take those wicked reigns and I will, under caution, blindly follow his instructions. For now!
Ping. ‘I have a big question to ask you.’
Oh shit. I’m not sure if I like this or not.’
‘Go on then.’
Ping. ‘Before we head out, I want to see if you’re OK if a man touched you, intimately?’
‘Oh. Aren’t you going to touch me?’
Ping. ‘Of course I am. But for your training, I’m making sure that you’re willing to participate in such activities and not feel forced in to doing anything that you don’t want to do.’
That’s very thoughtful. No wonder Sara’s married to him.
I had to think. Really think. I know I was close to that happening in the pub last night, but am I ready to take that next step? Only Jerry has had that pleasure of seeing and playing with my private parts. I’m not sure about other men.
‘I’m not sure.’
Ping. ‘That’s not a problem. You’ve still got plenty of time to think about it.’
Oh great! ‘Thanks.’
Ping. ‘Right. Gotta go as Sara will be wondering what’s happened to me.’
‘Where are you then?’
Ping. ‘In the bathroom.’
‘Ah.’
Ping. ‘See you later.’
‘Yes. Looking forward to it.’
Ping. ‘I bet you are, slut!’
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