Putting my toe back in the water..

Hi,

If I have any followers left you will realise that I have not updated here for some months now. My reasons for stopping were complicated but I have been encouraged lately to re-awaken the blog (and I have to admit I enjoy doing it, as long as I get some response), in particular by Peter, so thanks for your kind words.

All is not lost as I have kept, as I have done my entire life, a pretty detailed handwritten diary which I will draw upon while I attempt to bring you up to date - I've been a very busy girl in every aspect of my professional and personal pursuits, so lot's of (I hope) interesting news to share.

I'm going to start with online developments. As some of you will know, my husband Steve is a very keen chatroom user, particularly when he is amongst like minds in his "special interest" groups - namely wife sharing, swinging, dogging, voyeurism, troilism - favourite themes around these parts and all subjects which get Steve hot under the collar and tenting his trousers (and me, by extension, dampening my knickers in anticipation).

I have always known that Steve likes to chat about me online, even swapping non-identifiable pictures and the odd home movie - in fact I have been known to sit with him when he has a particularly hot conversation going on - once we experimented with another couple where we all had to do whatever our opposite number said, like a game of "dare", which was great fun and I was made to cum (or made to make myself cum) for hours.

Things escalated in this area when I caught a glimpse on Steve's laptop of a picture of me in my wedding dress, my face obscured but otherwise a full - frontal shot of me pulling up my dress to expose my stockings and garter to the photographer in a well worn traditional pose.

Steve and I don't hide much from each other, so when I asked him about the picture he told me readily, although a little warily.

Steve explained that he had been swapping pictures and video with a man he had met in a specialist community site where the object was to post pictures of your wife or girlfriend so that other men could video or photograph themselves masturbating and coming over them and post them back.

I was a little shocked as this was the first I had heard of this, and apparently Steve had been at it for some weeks and not thought to tell me. As Steve went into more detail I could tell just how excited the whole thing had made him, and how into his new pastime he was. It certainly explained the increased number of sticky hand towels in the wash in recent weeks, and the sudden interest in a new video camera and tripod.

Steve had been a very active participant, to the point where dozens, literally, of men and even some women were sending him pictures begging for him to stroke his cock to them and cover them in his cum. I asked Steve to show me some of the pictures and he started with his own "portfolio" which consisted of maybe 50 photographs and almost as many videos of him wanking over unknown women - some very hot, some not so, most in between - but Steve sent his load flying over all of them. I wasn't entirely sure how to feel about this, after all I had seen Steve's cock buried into plenty of strangers (and a few friends) over the years, and had gasped with delight as he had let his load go over lots of their upturned, expectant faces in real time, so why did I feel a little confused over this? Was it because he hadn't told me? The reality of the situation was that, unbidden, I could feel my nipples start to push against the sheer fabric of my nightgown and the first signs of dampness between my legs as I sat on the arm of the office lounger and listened to Steve explaining the pictures of me he had sent, and got back.

The laptop screen was suddenly showing a large number of thumbnails with 2 things in common - firstly they were all of me, and secondly they were all drenched in cum, stranger's cum. As Steve flicked through them it became clear that many of them also had stranger's cocks in the shot, and some had captured the actual moment of ejaculation. Steve played a couple of videos from one of his favourite correspondents and I watched, transfixed, as the camera panned over 10 or 12 printed colour pictures of me in various poses and outfits - on holiday in a bikini, in the garden in jeans, in my wedding dress (very popular apparently) and some riskier sex stuff. There was a short preamble as a Spanish sounding voice explained to Steve exactly what he would do with me (he called me by name) if he were ever in the same room as me and then the camera pointed down to reveal a cock so fat that the sinewy fist gripping it could not close around it.

I muttered "Jesus.." involuntarily as the Spaniard started to stroke the monster, slowly at first, al the time flicking the camera from his hardening (and lengthening) cock to the array of pictures whch I could now see were arranged under a large glass-top table.

The commentary continued as the now breathless man explained that he was "going to ram my cock into Jo's ass" and commented that I was "such a horny fucking slut".

Steve glanced across at me and I saw a double take as he noticed that my nipples were clearly very erect and my face and neck were flushed. He smiled a knowing little smile and turned the volume up, "watch this bit - it's amazing", he said.

And it was. The Spaniard stopped stroking, and his heavy breathing became obvious in the ensuing quiet as he panned over my pictures. He zoomed in on a bikini shot of my in Italy and explained that it was his favourite and was going to "get his load". Then there was some jerking around of the camera and some fumbling before, to my amazement, a small red vibrator was shown to the lens. The Spaniard twisted the bottom of it and it hummed into life. Obviously well prepared, the picture flew around crazily again as the camera was clipped onto a tripod on the floor, between his legs as he straddled it. The camera was pointing straight up at his massive cock and heavy, pendulous, hairless balls and we had a clear view as his left hand came into the picture, behind his left buttock, the buzzing vibe visible between his fingers. Slowly he parted his ass cheeks and rubbed the tip of the vibe against his asshole, moaning softly to himself and stroking his cock with his right hand. He was speaking in spanish now but I clearly heard my name about every 5th or 6th word as he bent his knees and slowly, slowly, inserted the vibe into his asshole, stroking faster as he did so.

The vibrator was very thin, but still a good 6 inches long. As his fist became a blur on his cock and his balls bounced up and down, his hips bucking to meet his own strokes, at least half of it disappeared into his asshole.

I was mesmerised, glancing down to my left I saw that Steve had a massive erection causing his shorts to bulge impressively upward, stretching the material over his cock.

The Spaniard was bucking and pumping with both hands, sweating, shouting my name. Suddenly he was still - several things happened at once as Steve and I both moaned out loud, almost simultaneously;

The note of the vibe changed as he pushed the entire remaining length fully into his asshole - so far that it wasn't visible any more, his legs locked and shook and his balls, well, it's hard to describe, but they travelled slowly upward together, the chord between them visible as they squeezed upward - literally forcing the cum out of his cock. And the cum -Christ the cum.. The process was repeated as stream after stream of it flew from his cock, thick, white. A little fell toward the camera but most of it was directed at the table above us.

When he stopped coming the only thing audible was all of our heavy breathing - although the Spaniard was panting more than breathing. As he straightened his legs the vibe fell from his now relaxed asshole where it buzzed loudly, unseen, on the floor near the camera.

After a full minute the camera was picked up and the scene on the table top became visible as he slowly panned over the damage he has inflicted to my pictures.

There was cum everywhere - most of the table had got some, but the bikini shot he had nominated was totally covered - my image drenched in his cum.

I dry swallowed as he zoomed in, closing the video by trailing his thick finger (which bore a wedding ring, I noticed) through the white, creamy mess he had deposited over me, his ragged breathing still clearly audible.

Steve immediately started a slideshow of the still pictures he had been sent of me covered in strangers cum, even as I was hiking up my nightdress, dragging his massively engorged cock out of the waistband of his shorts and straddling him, facing the screen as I slid effortlessly down onto his cock - so wet I barely felt him. We fucked watching the slideshow, images of me flicking past as I came and came again on Steve's cock until he eventually grabbed my hips, flung himself hard up into me and let go his own hot load deep inside me.

My interest in chat had been, it is safe to say, re-awakened and was shortly to lead to an amazing real time session with a total stranger, which is the subject I will pursue later today on these pages.