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Written: 24 May 2019

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Author's note: On Thursday 23rd May 2019, I was in a taxi in Birmingham with my eldest daughter, we were on our way to look at a college that specialised in dance. I'd never been in so much traffic in my life, it was rush hour and there must have been more cars on the road with us than we had in our entire town. I started to notice as the cars all crawled along at a snail's pace. The men driving them were looking into every car that had female drivers or passengers. My daughter was lapping up all the attention from the men, they were all smiling at her, winking and nodding their heads in her direction. I started to wonder if those men ever got lucky on their commute into work every day!

Commute
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Interracial, Anal, Public Sex, Glory-hole

Traffic was once again crawling, it was a very warm day for this early in the summer and I had my window down. I was very much a left lane driver. As usual, I was in no particular hurry to get to work. And as usual, I'd eaten my breakfast while reading emails from customers and suppliers, answering those that I could and responding to those that I couldn't to let them know that I would give their problem attention as soon as I was in my office. My employer used a system called 'Big Brother', GPS monitoring tracked my every movement from the moment I opened my first email, they could see from the trace on the computer screen as I moved around my house and as I left home for my drive into work. I would field telephone calls as I drove along and because of 'Big Brother', I was paid for all the time that I was actually working, even while eating my breakfast and driving into the office.

Today's unusual warmth had brought out tourists early, the usual gridlock crawl into work was worse than usual. I looked on my fellow commuters as a village community, I knew most of them...not to talk to, just by sight as they overtook me, the driver of the smart blue BMW who passed me as we drove down the slip road onto the motorway, I called him the smoker because the three letters of his registration were 'FAG', he always slid past me at the point in the road that was actually wide enough for two cars and I always let him go in front of me at the point where the road pinched in just before the motorway, he always gave me a smile as he passed me and a wave of thanks as he crossed into my lane.

The extra cars that the tourists were driving couldn't possibly have caused today's log-jam, all three lanes crawling towards the Bell Common Tunnel at about a half a mile an hour, at that speed it would take almost an hour to get all the way to the end of the slightly bending tunnel. For once the left hand lane was moving slightly faster than the middle and outer lanes, I was gaining on a huge black Mercedes GLS550, that car wouldn't have stood out in my mind but for the German number plate, we didn't see many German cars in our part of town, thousands of Polish, Latvian, Bulgarian and Spanish plated cars. Cars that should have been reregistered in the UK so that they complied with British traffic laws but whose owners knew that the British police wouldn't chase them in their home country for parking and speeding tickets.

It took me ten minutes to pass from the Mercedes' rear fender to be level with the driver's door. He had his window wound down and he chose the second that I was level with him to look down into my car, I had chosen that same moment to look up. He smiled at me, an ivory white slash in a coal black face. He was big, very big and very black. A shiver ran through my body as I realised that from his elevated position, he would be able to see all the way up under my mini-dress and because my car was a low-rider model, my seat was virtually reclined so that the roof didn't mess with my hairstyle.

"Dis traffic is brutal eh beautiful?"

"Well, his English was certainly a damned sight better than my German would be but the way he strangled the words made me smile as I nodded my head. A gap had developed in front of me but I wasn't in any hurry to get twenty inches closer to work.

"It is always like this eh?"

"Not usually this bad, there must be an accident up..."

The bang, although muffled by the third of a mile of stationary cars was the first sign that there were problems at the other end of the tunnel, the trail of black smoke that crept along the roof of the tunnel was the second and the third was the lights in the tunnel going out and plunging us into darkness. The extractor fans in the roof of the tunnel stopped turning and the car exhausts started to fill the tunnel with choking fumes. Fortunately there was an EMS practitioner in the line of cars who started to shout out for us all to turn our engines off as he ran towards the front of the line of cars.

There was an eerie silence over what was normally a very noisy motorway as a thousand cars fell silent.

"Any idea how long these things usually take?"

I almost jumped out of my skin, I'd forgotten about the large black man in the Mercedes at my side. With their engines turned off cars started turning their headlights off as well, "At least an hour...just so long as no one was seriously injured, in that case, the road could be closed for seven or eight hours but if it's that bad the police will start pulling cars back to the last junction but that could still take several hours."

I climbed out of my car to see if I could get a better view up ahead from the left hand side of the tunnel, I could just make out an eighteen wheeler at the exit from the tunnel with licks of flame from under its cab. I walked back to the Mercedes and stood by his open window.

"Looks like a little fire in a truck at the other end of the tunnel but it's right next to the control room, probably taken out the telemetrics, the substation has probably sensed the smoke and thinks it is on fire."

"How do you know about those kinds of things?"

"Well, when I'm at work, it would be my job to check the cameras to see what the real problem is and turn the substation back on if it was an external issue...but with a fire right at the mouth of the tunnel I'd leave the power off so the fans don't spread the fire."

I noticed movement in the darkness, his hand was on his trousers, it looked like he was rubbing his cock through his trousers. His grin widened when he saw me looking down into his lap.

"You ever seen a black cock before darling?"

I shook my head and managed to pull my head up, dragging my eyes away from his crotch to his eyes, his face broke into an even broader grin, his white teeth almost lighting his car's interior up.

"I'll bet you've only ever seen your husband's cock before...am I right?"

I nodded my head.

"Is he big like me?"

Now I was confused, how could I know...a cog wheel in my head lined up with an idea drawer and I looked back down into his lap, he had taken his cock out of his pants and was rubbing it out in the open now, the head of his cock was higher than the bottom of his steering wheel.

"Do you suck your husband's cock baby?"

My mouth went dry, I found myself licking my lips. I have no idea why I would...or should answer such a personal question like that from a total stranger but I found myself saying, "Not very often, he...cums...too quickly if I do!"

I heard the click of his door being unlocked and the sound of the latch opening.

"I love a good blow-job and I promise that I would never cum too quickly, I like a woman to suck me long and slow."

I stepped aside as he pushed his door open as wide as he could in the tight confines of the packed tunnel. I was pulled back against his side, the whirr of the electric motor under his seat told me that he was moving his seat backwards, creating space between his body and his steering wheel, his steering wheel also raised up slightly out of the way. I saw him move his body, he was reaching behind himself to the rear door, I was confused by that, why would he pull me against his side when he was going to open his back door. I looked nervously back along the line of stationary cars, several drivers could see me standing at the side of the black man's car...well, that was until he'd opened his rear door. Now I was inside a metal box created by his front door, rear door and my own car.

My head was pulled down into his lap, he forced his cock into my mouth, he was in control of the depth I took his cock into my mouth and the speed my mouth was going up and down his cock...I was in control of the vacuum pressure I was creating and the way my tongue licked his shaft when his cock was in my mouth deep and the way I licked over his cockhead just as his cock was about to leave my mouth.

I gripped his cock and was about to use my hand to help me get him off but he stopped me.

"Ain't no hurry baby...looks like we're here for the long haul, we can take our time!"

I got into his rhythm so he didn't need to use his left hand to make me suck his cock anymore, his hand relaxed on my head and he started to stroke down over my neck and onto my shoulders, the trip to my bottom took just a couple of minutes but he could only reach down as far as the waistband of my knickers. I got the salty taste of pre-cum in my mouth, he was close to finishing off in my mouth when he suddenly pushed at my forehead with his right hand, stopping my head moving.

"Easy now, slow down!"

My jaw was aching, his cock was twice as fat as my husband's and almost twice as long as well and I'd never sucked my husband for more than twenty or thirty seconds before and I was ten minutes in to sucking the black cock when he slowed me down to halt his climax.

I felt a cold draught across my bottom, I couldn't look over my shoulder and see exactly what he was doing behind me but I worked it out, he was pulling the back of my dress up, not that there was a lot of dress beyond his reach, it really was a mini-dress. The cold draught came across the small of my back and crept up to my shoulders as he pulled the back of my dress higher. He ruined my hairstyle as he pulled the back of my dress over the back of my head and I was suddenly standing on the M25 wearing just my bra and knickers. Not exactly out in the open, I doubted that anyone outside the metal box I was standing in could see higher than my knees.

I had to stop sucking him as he pulled my dress down my arms and threw it onto his front passenger seat. My bra followed quickly but I didn't have to stop sucking him for that. I actually had an orgasm as my tits fell against his left thigh, just a little one, just enough to soak the gusset of my knickers.

He reached back down to my knickers again, stretching further to get a good grip on them, he yanked and lifted my feet off of the floor, the gusset of my knickers cutting right up into my gash, driving my gentle orgasm into a wildly massive one and he had to stop me sucking him again because I'd almost brought him off all over again. He yanked at my knickers again and shook, the stitching down the left side seam gave way and my knickers fell to my right ankle.

"Come up here, get in!"

I was now totally naked; you couldn't count a nylon anklet as clothing and apart from my shoes, that was all I had on now in...well...almost in the open air. He pulled my mouth off of his cock, I don't know why but I was like a hungry baby feeding from a huge black teat of a cock. I hadn't realised just how much I liked sucking cocks because I didn't get into my stride with my husband, his cock was too sensitive and he always exploded into my mouth within seconds of my starting to suck him, my one and only complaint about him!

I was pulled up, lifted like I was a rag doll rather than climbing under my own steam, once my hips were higher than his lap though, I did open my legs wide so that he could pull me into place above his cock. It was a good thing that my cunt was so wet...I was a notorious dribbler, whenever I got excited, it was like Niagara Falls in my panties and as he held me hovering above his cock my juice was dripping down onto his cockhead...I was dropped down onto his cock, it felt like I was being split in two, I'd never had anything so big in my cunt before. I was screaming through the noisiest orgasm of my life in seconds.

"I said can you please turn off your engine Miss!"

I opened my eyes and gasped, a Highways Patrol Officer was standing at the side of my car. I looked all around for the black Mercedes GLS550, it was ten feet in front of me in the middle lane.

"The extract fans are out so we're asking all drivers to turn their engines off until we can call you forward."

The officer had a grin on his face that I didn't understand until I realised that my sexual encounter with the black driver of the Mercedes had been just a very vivid daydream on my part and while I was daydreaming I'd been rubbing my magic button, getting myself off in the slow lane of the M25 Motorway while waiting for the emergency services to extinguish a lorry fire a thousand yards ahead of me.

At least it was very dark with the lights out in the tunnel so the patrol officer might not have been able to see too much of what I was doing inside my car. It was doubly fortunate that it was so dark because as I'd relaxed into my seat, the back of my dress had stayed in place and my bottom was on the leather of the seat, just my knickers separating human flesh from the cowhide covering my seat. When it was my turn to be called forward and I finally had to sit up in my seat, I had to make sure that my dress stayed pushed out of the way behind me and the smear of wet cunt juice left behind on my seat proved to me that I was right to keep my dress out of the way.

It took another twenty minutes before I emerged at the side of the lorry, its cab totally burned out but fortunately, its load of paint and thinners hadn't caught light in the conflagration or I may never have made it out of the tunnel alive.

As I emerged out of the radio black spot under ground, I saw that I had twenty-five missed calls on my mobile phone, mostly from work. I said "Home Office!" and the tone tune sounded out as my hands free phone dialled my office.

"Hi Vicky, I'm glad you called, there's an issue in the substation at the east end of the Bell Common Tunnel and the camera is out, can you get back to it and see if there is any problems in the substation please?"

"I've just passed it, there was a bad vehicle fire about ten feet from the sub, the fans drew the smoke from the fire into the cabinet, you can energise it again, the fire's out now! The fire was directly below the CCTV camera, you may need to call maintenance to have it replaced."

When I got out of my car and started to walk towards my office I found it very uncomfortable having wet knickers as I walked so I went into the ladies toilet and took my panties off. When I sat at my desk I had to flick the back of my dress out of the way so that my dripping wet cunt didn't put a wet patch on the back of my dress...I had to be careful all day though because, wearing a mini-dress with no knickers under, I could have caused quite a few raised eyebrows from my colleages.

I was on heat all day long and every time I left my seat, I had to mop it dry with tissues. It was a damned good job that I warranted a leather office chair instead of one of those velour ones that the assistants had to endure or I'd have never got it dry again.

There was a similar crawl of traffic home again after work, again I'd pulled the back of my dress out of the way so I didn't wet it and got turned on all over again because I was driving naked from the waist down, because my car was so low to the ground, even drivers of ordinary saloon cars were high up enough to see down to my exposed thighs. I did remember to pull the front of my dress between my legs so that no one saw my bush as I drove home.

I pulled onto the drive just moments ahead of my husband, I opened the front door and waited just inside the hall for him. I pounced on him like an 'On heat seeking missile'. We fucked on the floor of the hallway right in front of the open front door for close to an hour.

After our fuck I cooked dinner and as we ate I told John all about my sexy daydream and almost getting caught flicking my bean by the traffic officer as I sat in the traffic jam.

"Well, if it has that effect on you...you'll have to drive to work like that every day in future!"

After we finished dinner we washed the pots together and then walked towards the living room. John opened the door and stopped, "We could go in and watch TV for a couple of hours or..." John looked towards the stairs, "We could just go up to bed now!"

I pushed his hand off the door handle and pulled the door closed, "Monday night's are crap on the TV anyway!"

We fucked for an hour, John was fighting his orgasm all the way before he just had to release and fill my belly with his jizz. It was only eleven o'clock, an hour earlier than we'd usually go to bed and I could see in his eyes that he was thinking of 'News twenty-four!' on the TV to catch up with the day's events but I wriggled down the bed and started to suck his flaccid cock. I managed to worship his cock for twenty minutes before he got hard again and had to push my head away.

We fucked until midnight this time, John making a massive effort to prevent his third climax of the evening, he stopped to hold himself back again, he looked at the time, "Would you like to suck me off before we go to sleep?"

I grinned at him and wriggled under the sheets again to suck him. He shot off in forty seconds, a record for him and I almost got into my cock sucking stride. It crossed my mind that another man might be a good idea, especially one who might like my sucking his cock like the black man in my daydream.

After I got John off in my mouth he went straight to sleep, he'd had an exhausting four hours of sex during the course of the evening. I was also exhausted but I'd also been on a sexual precipice all day so I would have been happier to have had a little more exercise in my evening. I finally fell asleep rubbing between my legs while thinking of my daydream lover.

I was answering emails over breakfast as usual, I'd checked in with the 'Big Brother' soft wear package so that my time was being accounted for. John came into the room and kissed me, "What are you wearing to work today?"

Well, colour me surprised, John never usually asked me how I was going to dress to go to work...now, going out to a party...yes, he wouldn't have wanted me to clash with his outfit.

"I've picked out my black midi-dress, I'm going to wear a white blouse under it, the weather forcast say it'll be cooler than yesterday!"

John looked disappointed and stepped out of the kitchen door, as he returned he said, "I was hoping that you'd wear this today!"

My eyes almost bugged out of my head, I hadn't seen that dress for years. John bought it for me on our honeymoon in Florida; it was definitely designed for a hot climate and a holiday destination where no one would know the wearer. On our honeymoon I'd worn a bra under the dress because the front was cut far too low, far too much of my breasts would have been on display, even though John had begged me to go out with him without my bra on under it.

"I don't think that the red suits me for work...they prefer more sombre colours in the office."

"Well then, take the boring midi-dress with you and change in the bathroom when you get to work...but you should definitely wear this red dress for the drive into work...and don't wear your bra under it...you should think about leaving your knickers off until you get to work too..." John grinned his school boy smile at me again!

"There probably won't be any traffic problems today, just be a normal drive in to work!"

"Yes...but if there are problems...just think of the fun you could have in the queuing traffic!"

When I reached my car I spotted that John had covered my seat with a rough towel, "What's the towel for, my seat is real leather, it won't get damaged!"

"Just sit on it, wriggle your bum about a little, see how it feels!"

As I slid into my seat, John grabbed at my dress's bottom hem and rolled it up so that I was naked from the waist down, I wouldn't be able to cover my bush with the red dress though, there just wasn't the material, it was designed to be really tight across the thighs, you more shuffled than walked in that dress.

"Just give a little wriggle!"

I moved from side to side and then remembered why that towel was in the rag bag, it was like sandpaper, really uncomfortable to dry yourself with. Johnny had trapped the towel so that it wouldn't move and as I wriggled it caused massive pleasure against my pussy.

John kissed me passionately and told me to have a fun drive into work.

I did get a lot of men looking in on me as I drove but I don't think that half of them believed what they saw and all the way along the M25 the traffic was flowing too smoothly for anyone to get a second look to confirm what they'd seen.

As I drove through the Bell Common Tunnel at thirty miles an hour I smiled at my memories of the day before. The traffic jam didn't start until the M11, slowing down gradually until we got to the A406 when the traffic totally stopped. Yesterday's half a mile an hour suddenly looked fast compared to the speed we were doing on the North Circular road. Again, the usually slower left hand lane was moving faster than the other two. I was approaching the back of a Spanish citrus lorry. It took ten minutes to reach the drivers door of the lorry, I heard the driver whistle and looked up. He had a grandstand view of my naked lower body. I scowled a little at his wolf whistle and he grinned at my discomfort.

"Hey, beautiful lady...do you know any better way to get to the A2, I only have two hours to make my slot on the ferry, if I miss it I could be in Dover all day!"

"I think you took the wrong turn onto the A406, I think you should have been going clockwise at this time of the day but I'm not sure, I never go to Dover...I've got a map book in..."

We were hooted and had to move forward, it took a few minutes to catch up again.

"I've got a map book in my car. You could take a look in it if you like!"

"Be a little hard out here on the road, I think people are getting angry about all these delays!"

"There's a left turn in three hundred yards, the lay-by will be empty at this time of the day, it's only about a hundred yards away from this road but if you have gone wrong you'll be able to cross under and take the clockwise carriageway."

I filtered off the North Circular and drove right to the end of the lay-by. I extracted myself carefully and pulled my dress back into place. He pulled in behind me five minutes later. I stood leaning against the boot of my car with my map book in my hand. He gestured for me to walk to his lorry. I stood at the side of his door remembering my daydream from yesterday. He was looking down the front of my dress and grinning at me.

"Why don't you climb up here and join me in my cab?"

I looked up at his truck, there was a rather large sleep cab behind his driving seat.

"Just a minute..."

I walked away from his door a few feet and face-timed with John, "Is this what you had in mind for me on my way to work this morning?"

I turned the phone to show John the driver of the lorry leering at me from his open window.

John said, "Exactly...have fun...you'll find that I popped a box of condoms in your handbag while I was looking for that dress for you to wear."

I closed the call down and was about to go around the front of the lorry to the passenger side.

"No...no, pretty lady, climb in my side of the cab!"

I had to climb a little ladder to get up and into his cab, he had slipped over onto what looked like a tray between the front seats, I sat on his seat and offered him the map book. He took it and then closed it and popped it on the shelf in front of the windscreen, "I'll look at that later, I think I'll go for the noon ferry, I think I'll use one or two of those condoms that your husband put in your handbag this morning!"

"Oh...you heard that did you?"

He grinned and nodded his head while he closed the curtains to block the outside world out of his cab. I was pulled behind his seat and into the sleeping compartment, a small double bed but at least it was a double. I was naked before he joined me in the back, I was short of time so no point in being coy about things and he'd already heard my husband telling me to have fun with him.

I sucked his cock first...just because I realised just how much I loved doing that. He let me have thirty minutes with his cock in my mouth before he pulled it out and rolled a condom along his length and climbed on top of me. As he fucked me he said, "You really like sucking cocks don't you?

I gasped out a long drawn-out "Yyyeesss!"

"Well, if you're ever in the Northampton area there is a truckers café that had a glory hole between the ladies and gents toilets, truckers will let you suck their cocks all day long there if you like that kind of thing."

I rocketed off into the best climax of my life just thinking of something as dirty as that. I let him fuck me for an hour and then I had to go to work, he checked my map book while I dressed in my red whore's outfit and he drew a circle around a lay-by quite close to where I lived. The transport café was just a mobile thing at the side of the road but it had a male and female toilet outside for customers to use when the café was open.

I didn't bother changing at work and got a lot of compliments from management because of the way I'd dressed, they kept coming to my desk to talk to me and look down the front of my dress to see my tits swinging free under the scraps of material that masqueraded as the bust line of my dress.

John and I fucked in front of the open front door again while I told him what I'd done with my Spanish lover all morning. John exploded when I told him about the transport café in the lay-by close to home.

"What would you like for dinner?"

John grinned at me, "A bacon sandwich!"

"I'll have to go to the shop to buy some bacon then."

"Yes...or...we could just pop out and buy some ready cooked bacon sandwiches from the transport café."

I put my red dress back on and John drove me to the transport café. He ordered the sandwiches while I looked around the lay-by. There were two porter-cabin toilets just at the back of the caravan that had been converted into a kitchen.

"They're cooking up a fresh batch of bacon for us, they don't usually do bacon at this time of day...almost closing time!"

"Go and check out the toilet for me please John."

John went in the men's side of the portable toilet and he was back out in a second with a massive grin on his face, his hand was behind his back and as he reached me, he produced a photograph, it was a picture of the back of my car showing the number plate, from the picture I could see that my car was stopped at the mouth of the Bell Common Tunnel, John pulled a second photograph out from behind the first, it was me inside my car with my dress hiked up showing off my naked thighs, I could just make out the sides of my knickers but I doubted any of the truckers would look that closely at the side of my hips.

"These were blue-tacked to the wall in there above the glory hole."

I saw an elderly trucker looking at what John had in his hands, the driver looked a little angry at John for taking the pictures down off of the wall, "You'd better put them back before the truckers get up a lynch party!"

"You want them on the toilet wall?"

"Perhaps you should take a nude picture of me to pin up with them the next time you're passing!"

John grinned at me and returned the pictures to the men's toilet while I collected our food and sat at a picnic table in the lay-by. I had two men watching my every move as I started eating.

"I think I have two interested truckers over there!"

"Do you want to suck them off?"

I grinned and nodded my head.

"Do you like cold bacon sandwiches?"

"Not really...Why?"

"Because they close in thirty minutes and they'll close the toilets off before they go."

I put my sandwich down on my plate and slinked off to the lady's toilet. My door closed and two seconds later the men's toilet door opened and one of the truckers came in. I was looking through the hole in the wall at him as he unzipped, not a massive specimen of a man, just about the same size as John, he pushed it through the hole and I sucked him, I used my hand to help get him off and I ate all of his jizz.

In and out in five minutes...as were the second and third men, I sucked and swallowed their cum too.

There was a knock on my door!

"Closing time Miss, I've got to lock the toilets now."

I left the toilet wiping my lips clean of trucker's juice. John was sitting drinking coffee with another trucker, a black trucker, West Indian rather than African. I was introduced to Elton by John, "Darling this is Elton, he heard over the radio that there was a special event in the lay-by but couldn't get here in time."

"Oh dear, that's a pity darling!"

"I was just thinking if you'd ever wondered what these truckers carried around in their sleep cabs?"

I'd spent two hours that morning in a Spanish driver's lorry so I had a good idea what they carried in there but I still said, "Yes, I've often wondered what it's like in them!"

John looked at Elton and raised his eyebrows, twice!

"Well, I guess that you could come and look in my little mobile home of you're curious!"

I let Elton pull me to my feet and guide me towards his lorry. Elton stopped just short of his passenger door and he looked back at John, "You ever wonder what goes on inside too?"

I saw John grin and he nodded his head. Elton gestured for John to follow us. Elton had the curtains closed by the time John got into the cab, I'd been pushed through and was already lying on the bed behind the seats. Elton turned the interior lights on, he looked at John and said, "If you have a mobile phone with a good camera on it you might like to take a few snapshots for your family album John!"

Elton made a meal out of his opportunity, I'd entered his lorry at eight thirty and he fucked me steadily until midnight while John sat there snapping photographs of us fucking. John even posed me, like when I sucked Elton's big black cock, John draped my blond hair over his stomach to contrast the black and white of out bodies.

We didn't get home until midnight but John still wanted his turn at me.

"Why didn't you fuck me while I was sucking Elton's cock?"

"I didn't want to miss a single minute of you being fucked!"

John started fucking me but looked disappointed, "What's wrong?"

"I think Elton has stretched you a bit!"

I grimaced, "Yes, he was a little big wasn't he...mind you, he was a lot smaller than my daydream lover was yesterday..." I giggled at my statement.

"Have you ever thought about anal sex?"

"I don't think I'd ever manage to get Elton's big black cock up my bum!"

"I wasn't thinking about him...I was thinking about me!"

"What...you want to fuck me up my bum?"

"Yes, I've thought about it a few times but never dared to ask until now!"

"Well, I guess that you have been looking after my fantasy sex all day today, I could put up with a little discomfort so you could try something that you would like to do to me!"

"We have Vaseline in the bathroom and if it is too painful I'll stop and go back to fucking you the usual way!"

I prepared myself for John as he went to the bathroom to fetch the Vaseline. He gave my arse a good coating of the jelly and his cock as well, he was very gentle as he opened my brown flower, bulldozing his cockhead past my tight anal muscle. It hurt quite a bit but I tried not to let it show. John managed to get half of his cock up my bum before he fired off, he was even quicker shooting up my bum than he would have been in my mouth.

"Did you like that darling?"

John nodded his head eagerly, "I'm sorry I climaxed so fast, I'll make it last longer next time...if you'll let me try it again, that is!"

I smile at him, "I'm sure that it'll get easier the more times you try it!"

We slept huddled in each other's arms all night and that was unusual, we both preferred to sleep back to back but things were certainly changing between us now. John woke me up twenty minutes before the alarm woke us, he wanted sex again, "You'll have to wash your cock first or do it up my bum again."

John didn't need telling twice, he fucked my arse again but this time without the Vaseline and without being quite as gentle as he entered me. He managed to get all of his cock up my bum this time before he climaxed, I could have gone back to sleep again as I had fifteen minutes before the alarm clock sounded but I didn't, I took John to the bathroom and we showered each other, I made sure that his cock was nice and clean and then I knelt in front of him in the shower and sucked him off for a full minute.

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