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How exactly was I going to play this one? A really good friend from so many years ago was making it plain that he wanted a lot more than the snog we had shared at a party shortly before Gary and I married.That was a very long time ago, but Gary and I and Dennis and Angela had remained very good friends over the years, even though we made our homes in different parts of England.Dennis wanted me to go and visit him at his home in Kent, and Gary was perfectly alright with it if I wanted to go.I loved Angela, Dennis’s wife, who had passed away two years earlier, and I felt very guilty about the thoughts that I was having now.While I was contemplating it all, three wonderful things happened over the space of just two days.Firstly, a message from Vanessa in Cyprus asking me if I could find time to go and meet her again. She wanted it to be just the two of us. She told me that she and Kurt were no longer together and that she couldn’t stop thinking about the things that we had shared.I replied straight away and told her that I was definitely up for another visit on my own, and asked her what dates were suitable.A couple of hours later, I got another message from Bulent, telling me that he was staying in Fethiye for a few days and that he wanted to meet me that evening.Well, that was an opportunity I was certainly not going to miss. I was really flattered that he wanted to see me again. The last time had been just before lockdown, and although quite hurried, it had been great sex.So, no beating about the bush, I told him that I would meet him at his hotel in two hours’ time.Gary was out playing tennis, so I had to message him to tell him where I was going, but I knew it wouldn’t be a problem for him.A lovely warm shower followed, then I did my best with my hair and make-up. I chose a black set of undies with suspenders and stockings and a little black dress with a flared bottom that zipped up at the back.Bulent’s hotel was about a thirty-minute drive away, so I picked some flat shoes but took a pair of high heels to change into.Remembering Bulent’s muscular physique and expert lovemaking before lockdown, I was already feeling very randy as I parked the car, put on my high heels, and walked towards the hotel reception.Bulent was sitting in an armchair nearby and stood up as he saw me approach. What a surprise. He had grown a beard, acquired a little bit of a paunch around his tummy, and was dressed quite scruffily for him. I was used to seeing him in immaculate suits.We hugged, and he asked if I wanted a drink. I had imagined going straight up to his room, but the shock of seeing the change in him made me tell him that I would love a drink.While having our drinks, he explained that he had lost his job with Patron Muzzy, and was in the process of setting up his own business as a translator. He was going to settle in Fethiye but hadn’t found anywhere to live yet, or even an office to rent for his work.He was asking me if I knew of anywhere because I knew Fethiye better than he did.At this stage, my heart sank. I was thinking he only wanted to see me because I could be of some use to him.But I needn’t have worried, as he leaned over and whispered, “That’s enough business. Shall we go to my room?””That would be good,” I replied, smiling.Bulent may have looked scruffier than I was used to, but he hadn’t lost any of his love-making skills. Strong, athletic, and yet patient, we shared three hours or so of passion.He did get a little carried away while treating my clit to a lovely licking and his beard irritated me a little. But the sensations that I was getting overpowered the discomfort.I brought him to two different cums, but he is a stayer and it took me ages. The first time, my tongue eventually did the trick, and I took most of it in my mouth, although he managed to get some on my tits too.The second time, I wanted to feel him cum right up inside almanbahis şikayet me, and after changing positions a multitude of times, he shot his load while fucking me doggy fashion.It was rampant, raw, and noisy sex. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed myself, but I remember telling him very loudly what a fantastic fuck he was.And he was going to make his home just thirty minutes or so from us, so the prospect of having him a little more often than in the past really excited me.In fact, as I left his room, we made another date in just three days’ time. Mmm.But before that happened, I had a Skype call from Hazel in England. At last, she was going to come back to Turkey, sell the apartment she shared with her estranged husband Nigel, and look for somewhere to rent. I couldn’t wait for her to come back. We had such a lot of fun together and I wanted more.So, things were looking good for me on all fronts, and that night I decided to look at flights to the UK. I was pleasantly surprised that they were still quite cheap. I had imagined that with the loss of business because of Covid they would have gone up a lot.I very nearly booked there and then, but thought that I had better talk to Gary first, and he was out.Then I spoke to Hazel again, asking her if she wanted me to pick her up from the airport and telling her that she could stay the night at our place. I was obviously in a frivolous and naughty mood and was trying to plan it so that I could have maximum fun.But it was all to no avail with Hazel because she had already booked a transfer, and was going back to her apartment as she had lots of stuff to clear up.When Gary got home, I broached the subject of my flight to England. He had already told me that it was no problem as far as he was concerned, and he just asked when I was thinking of it and how much it was costing.The only problem now was my own conscience. Our best friend Dennis wanted to fuck me, and I was certainly up for it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Dennis’s dead wife Angela, who had been a good and helpful friend to me during some hard times much earlier in my life.Probably because I was feeling so good about myself after recent conquests, I booked the flights and messaged Dennis to tell him. I would be arriving in nine days’ time and would be stopping three nights. Dennis wanted me to stop longer, but I had other things to consider.That night, for the first time in ages, I felt the need to play with myself as I imagined Dennis’s cock fucking me. Gary was fast asleep next to me in bed as I brought myself off using no toys, but just my imagination.The cover picture to this story is how I looked when Dennis and I had our only ever snog. Now 50 years later he was going to see me naked for the first time, and I could only hope he would be pleased with what he saw.Luckily for me, I had things to take my mind off Dennis during the days that I had to wait.Another fantastic night with Bulent. This time I stopped the night in his hotel room. It was roughly the same to start off with. Lots of different positions, a bit of edging, loads of cums for me and a couple for Bulent.But halfway through the night, I woke up to a lovely hard cock against my buttocks. Then his fingers were exploring my pussy followed quickly by my bum hole.Well, we hadn’t done that for a while, and I had prepared for it, so his next cum was up there. It was all over very quickly, and we both drifted back to sleep again.I am not at my best in the morning, but when I woke up, Bulent was in the process of making me a cup of coffee. I came round very quickly and noticed that he had another huge erection, so we had a brilliant pre-breakfast fuck.Two nights later, I went to see Hazel. She looked as though she had lost a little weight, which really did not suit her because she was slim enough already.We were at her apartment. Nigel, her husband, had almanbahis canlı casino left and taken all of his stuff, and now it was up to Hazel to sell the place. Apparently, they had agreed to split the proceeds 50/50.Hazel was stressed. She had to sell the apartment quickly, find somewhere else to live and decide what she was going to do with her life.We chatted for ages. Both of us shed tears a few times as we tried to discuss it all.That of course led to cuddles, and we were so up for each other immediately. I suppose I was the one that led the way, unbuttoning her blouse before finding her tits inside her bra.But she certainly didn’t take long to respond, and we ended up naked on her settee.I think we both realised how much we needed each other, and we got lost in passion and brought each other to a very quick cum licking and fingering each other in a 69.We both needed more, so we went up to the bedroom, leaving our clothes in a heap on the lounge floor.We were there for over two hours. Hardly a word was spoken. We just played with each other all the time. It was absolutely wonderful. Cum after cum, after cum. She was so lovely and yet looked so vulnerable and worried at times. I decided that she needed me as a friend as well as a lover and that we should spend a lot of time together.But we didn’t have a chance to see each other again before my naughty trip to England. Dennis had absolutely no idea about Gary’s cuckolding or my extraordinarily exciting sex life. He assumed that I had told Gary that I was visiting family for some reason or other and that he and I were together behind Gary’s back.I let him believe just that. There was no need to complicate things.In the circumstances, Dennis thought he had to wine and dine me to get me into bed, and I was treated to a lovely Italian meal with a very expensive bottle of red wine to wash it down.Earlier, Dennis had picked me up at Gatwick airport and taken me back to his place, where I showered and got myself ready in a posh frock. It was pale blue and long, showing just a glimpse of my cleavage. I had a sexy set of pale blue bra and panties underneath it all, and unusually for me, a pair of barely black tights.The conversation over dinner was mainly just catching up. It had been over five years since we had seen each other apart from at Andrea’s funeral, and there hadn’t been much time then.As we sipped our coffees after the meal, Dennis started saying lovely things about the way I looked, and how he had always fancied me.”Do you remember that snog we had at someone’s engagement party?” I asked.”Remember it! I’ve thought about it endlessly over the years, always wishing that it could have gone further,” Dennis answered. “You were wearing a little black velvet dress with two little brass bells on some cord at the front.”Gosh, that was some memory he had. I’m afraid I had no idea what he was wearing, but I did recall feeling his hardness against me as we played with each others’ tongues.Having wined and dined me, Dennis obviously thought it was getting near the time for his reward. He paid the bill, and our walk to his car was nearly a march. I thought about telling him that he needn’t have bothered going to all this trouble and that he could have cooked me beans on toast at home and fucked me afterwards, but I kept the thought to myself.It was only a fifteen-minute drive to his home, and we spent the time chatting about good times we had all shared over the years.But once inside, the talking stopped as Dennis took hold of my arm and walked me up the stairs to his bedroom.He closed the curtains and the door and switched the light on. We stood facing each other at the bottom of his bed.”I want you so much Jill,” were the only words from Dennis, and I started to undo the zip at the back of my dress.Dennis started taking his kit off straight away, and when he had his shirt almanbahis casino off, I realised that he had looked after himself very well. He was a year younger than my Gary, so seventy-four, but there was no sign of any excess fat.Being a long dress, it took me a while to get it off and folded nicely, but I returned to the same spot and looked at him as I took my bra off.Dennis had his trousers and pants halfway down and nearly fell over in his efforts to complete the job.We had a bit of a chuckle, but he stood in front of me naked with the beginnings of an erection coming. I sat down on the end of the bed and took my panties and tights down at the same time.Dennis’s cock was uncircumcised. With living in Turkey, nearly all the cocks I have seen are circumcised, so this made a nice change for me, and I started with a blow job while he did a grand tour of my body with his hands.Bur before we got too far with that, he moved his cock away from my mouth, then laid me on my back and entered me. There was no more foreplay. He just fucked me in the missionary position hard and fast.His face was going bright red in front of me as he pounded away remorselessly and shot his hot semen up me.Dennis was in ecstasy, but he had cum very quickly and I was nowhere near orgasm. He rolled off me and started telling me how fantastic I’d beenI desperately wanted a cigarette, but he’s a non-smoker so I had to miss out on that. But at least it got us talking about sex.What I discovered in the next ten minutes or so astounded me. Firstly, that was the first blow job Dennis had had in his life. Angela apparently “didn’t do that sort of thing”, and they only ever had sex in the one position – missionary.Secondly, Dennis had a few photographs of me taken on weekends away together when we both had young children. Perfectly innocent photos, but he told me that he had wanked while looking at them nearly all his married life. The only one that was remotely sexy was one of me in a royal blue bikini on Margate beach, and it was just a sunbathing pose.Clearly, I had a bit of training to do! And I told him exactly that, and I started almost immediately.On our second adventure, I took control, and Dennis became a willing pupil.Firstly, I introduced him to some more oral pleasures, wanking his cock to an erection before going to town on him with my mouth.I licked his knob, then all the way up and down his shaft. Then I sucked him hard and sucked his balls too. Twice, I brought him to boiling point before easing off.I laid down on his bed with my legs wide open, and he wanted to fuck me again, but I was still in control.”Kiss my pussy Denn,” I demanded.He did as he was told, and he actually understood very quickly what I wanted.Denn’s tongue found my pussy lips and then a little later my clit. He had a strong and long tongue, and he was making me squirm and squeal.As his fingers started playing with me too, I lost it altogether and had a long and noisy cum.”Now you can fuck me, Dennis,” I told him as I got my breath back.He went to go for the missionary again, but I stopped him, got him to lay down, and straddled him, easing his cock into my soaking wet pussy,Again, Dennis didn’t last too long. But it was good, and I had achieved a cum. And my pupil was learning fast.Apart from visits to the bathroom, we didn’t get out of bed again until near lunchtime the next day, By that time, Denn had experienced two more positions, had perfected the art of licking a lady all over, and managed to be a bit of a stayer too.I was hungry and dying for a cigarette, so it was lessons over for a while.In my suitcase, I had a negligee which I slipped on and went downstairs. I needed both a coffee and a cigarette, so I put the kettle on and ventured out through the back door into his garden to satisfy my nicotine craving.Even though it was lunchtime, it felt very cold in the garden. My negligee was pale pink and sheer, and the cool air had made my nipples erect against the material.As I came back indoors, Denn walked into the kitchen and smiled as he saw me walking towards him.”Oh! wow Jill,” he started, “you look absolutely amazing like that.”

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