A toilet quickie with my ex

The ex-wife & I were at a party for a friend of ours, who was opening a new craft shop.  Neither of us had particularly wanted to go but we’d agreed and wanted to support our friend so we turned up.

It was boring.  Separated into different knots of people, we kept catching each others eye, winking and smiling and blowing kisses and every now again, my ex would do the little thing with her tongue, as if she wanted desperately to give me a blowjob.

I was talking to a particularly boring idiot when she walked by, ran her hand over my shoulder and said “Follow me.”

“Excuse me,” I said to the idiot, who was still mid-flow, “but I have to go.”

My ex was a few paces in front and I watched her nice arse and her slender legs and I wanted her, right there, right then.  We walked up the stairs, me keeping my distance and she went into the toilet.  I waited for the door to close and glanced around to make sure no-one was looking.  No-one was.  I pushed the door open and there she stood, hands on hips.  She pressed her index finger to my lips.

“No noise,” she said, “we don’t want anyone to hear.”

She grabbed the neck of my shirt and dragged me to the furthest cubicle, then pushed me backwards into it, turned and locked the door. Then she turned to face me and kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other.  My belt came undone and she pulled my trousers and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending down.  My cock was hard, jutting out like a bayonet.  She smiled up at me and, in a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my cock.  Her tongue went to work, licking and slurping and circling around the glans.  She began to move her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and I grabbed the sides of the stall, biting my lip to stop myself from making a noise.  My cock grew harder, harder still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it.  She reached up and, with her fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my head - no, too much!  She raised her eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.

“Really?” she whispered.

“It’s fucking erotic,” I said.

She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits, pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her bra.  She had really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly.  Hooking her fingers in the waist of her short shirt, she slid it down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stopped her pussy lips through the gusset of her knickers.  That made her moan too.  The fabric was damp.

She slid her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy.  She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.

After a few moments, she began to shudder and I knew that was a sign.  I broke the kiss and attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.

When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me.  She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy.  We both moaned a little when I penetrated her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position for me to go as deep as possible.  She moved up gently, as if testing her movement and then impaled herself again.

I nodded at her, kissed her and she nodded back.  She started to bounce up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks.  I grabbed hers as well, helping with her pumping movements.  We quickly worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we were getting close to the edge.  Still holding her arse, I managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.

“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp bursts.  She nodded, understanding perfectly and she manoeuvred herself up so that my cock slid out of her.  She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet lid.

She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself backwards onto my cock.  She eased down, taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out.  She began to bounce on my again and I leaned forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit.  The whole thing - the faintly naughty air of all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a shop full of people below us - meant we were both close to the edge again and when she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her, thumbing her clit hard at the same time.  She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I came just after she finished, pumping hard.

We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet paper.  When she’d wiped herself, she shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.

“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.

“Certainly did.”

We got dressed quickly and left the toilet, her going out twenty seconds before me and we re-joined the party.  Our friend looked at us oddly as we walked downstairs but, otherwise, I don’t think anybody even noticed.  It was our own dirty little secret…

Milf mayhem!

I'm in my mid-forties, I can appreciate young beauty but I'm not the kind of bloke who goes around chasing women half my age.  I like women in their thirties and forties, I like the way their bodies curve, I like the experience they have, I love the way their age defines them (in a way).

MILF is a term I can get behind and, thankfully, so can some of my readers.  Here's a selection of some of the 'readers wives/readers themselves' who have recently sent pictures through to me.  If you fancy getting something published on the blog, email me the photo at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll try and post up everything I get.

Enjoy the Milf mayhem!

 Gus sent in this picture of his partner Helen.  Look at the beautiful lines of her body - you're a lucky man, mate!

 Angie, sent in by her husband Ian.  I like it...

 Irina, sent in by 'anonymous'.  Very nice

 Reader Sue's self-portrait, with cleavage.  Her partner Samantha enjoys licking her tits.  I can imagine...

 Brian sent in this picture, taken of his wife Marie on the way home from the pub.  He doesn't offer an explanation (except to say it was "a great laugh") so I won't attempt to either, but nice one all the same!

 Cali posing for her husband Tony.  Both of them read the blog and she's really excited to appear.  Apparently, if she does, Tony gets a treat.  Please write and let me know what it was mate, would you?

 Kate urged her husband Simon to send this picture in - she's proud of her arse and curves.  And so she should be, what a great photo!

 I like this, a selfie from Maude.

 Andrew took this of his new bride (second time round for them both) on the first day of their honeymoon.  He doesn't say what the rest of the days were like but I hope he has photographic evidence!

Thanks to all contributors and don't forget, send me your pics at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

Carole poses

Through the photography group, as regular readers of this blog will know, I occasionally get asked to do private work - portraits of families and various loved ones, even the pet.  Sometimes - and it doesn't happen very often, just in case anyone thinks I really do live the life of Reilly - I get asked to take a series of shots for people who need a bit of a boost.

This can mean a whole lot of things, but generally it's recently divorced or separated people who want photographs taking of them, to give them a boost.  For some it gives them a new lease of life, allowing themselves to become something other than the wounded soldier they are in their heads and for others it's just a way to reconnect with the person they are having trouble finding.  I have no problem with any of this, I think it's good and healthy.

Carole is in her mid-fifties and her husband - the arsehole - has decided he wants to see what else is out there so, after 30 years of marriage and three kids, she's understandably feeling a bit down.  She got in touch, I spoke with her, we arranged a session.

She was a natural.  As we talked, discussing our various issues, it came out about this blog and she was really interested in it, to the extent she said she might try something like it herself.  I asked if I could use some of the shots, obviously hiding her identity and she agreed.  Nothing untoward happened, the session ran well and we got on very well.

Anyway, here's Carole.  And, as per our arrangement, if anyone likes what they see, get in touch with me on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass the emails on!

Enjoy.

Christina's beautiful feet

Truly, they're beautiful - to look at, to feel (both as I massage her and as she rubs my cock with them) and to lick and suck.  Following on from the post a fortnight ago (though I'll repost that picture of her soles and toes because it's brilliant!), here are more photos of them.

Gorgeous!

Enjoy!

 

 

I like vulva...

...both the word and the body part.  And since this lovely picture - which I took at the Photography Group last week - shows one off brilliantly (and also includes the arsehole) - I thought I'd publish it.

So come on, you know some of my favourite lady parts - what are yours?  Send me your favourites at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

Meet Alicia, she's a US readers wife!

Apparently spurred on by my recent "MILF and Readers Wives" post, I got an email from Corrado, who lives in San Franciso.

He and his girlfriend Alicia are apparently fans of the blog and she, in particular, gets all hot and bothered when she reads my little memoirs, which is great news for Corrado - and pleasant for me too.  Anyway, she knows I like feet and loves having hers massaged, so she wanted to show me them and took this selfie.

When she showed Corrado, he suggested another picture and she was more than willing.

So thanks Corrado, for sending these across and to you Alicia, for being a willing model and a very sexy young lady.  And yes, if we ever get to meet, I promise I'll give you a thorough foot massage!


Don't forget, if you want to send me any pictures, email me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

My first footjob

Following on from my last blog post, I think it's fairly obvious to regular readers of this blog that I like feet - not all of them, obviously, but enough that I think it probably counts as a fetish.  To be honest, I’ve always been keen on them but once I became sexually active, I was disappointed to find that a lot of women don’t like their feet to be touched.  My ex-wife, for example, would allow me to give her a foot massage or kiss her feet or give me a footjob, but I could tell she was never really into it.

My first experience was with a girl called Diane, who I met at the UCL bar one night. We’d been seeing each for a week or so and we were young and in love.  She would gladly sit there in the SU bar, rubbing my cock like there was no tomorrow, whilst I played with her pussy and arse. Good times.

On this particular day we’d gone back to her place, a little flat across from the campus and both of us were the worse-for-wear with drink. We chatted for a while, flirting and messing about and then she asked me what my fantasy was.  She told me hers - it involved her being fucked mercilessly by a black guy but since I’m white and didn’t want to ring any mates that night, we passed on it.

I decided to be honest and confessed to her that I had a thing about feet.  Far from being turned off, she had no problem with it and we stripped off. She had great little tits (I’m more of a bigger-tit kind of bloke but, I was there, I went with it) and a flat belly and a juicy arse and lovely, lovely feet. She pushed me onto my back, nestled herself between my legs and put her feet on my chest, wiggling her toes at me. I sucked each one into my mouth in turn and, as she started to play with my balls, I reached down and slid two fingers into her moistening pussy.

She pulled her feet back and scooched down the bed a bit, her feet gripping my cock.

“Stand up,” she said, “next to the bed.”

I did, reluctantly and without warning, she began wanking me, hard and fast, her feet pressing into me, her toes waggling over the shaft. The sensation was incredible and I could barely believe it was happening - I didn’t know what to look at first or what to do.  I chose to go with the flow, watching her feet do their magic and found that if I shifted slightly, she was in the perfect position for me to play with her pussy.  So I did, my fingers sinking easily between her lips, my thumb on her clit.

I began to fuck her feet, the motion moving her body, making her tits dance. The whole thing was the best thing, sexually, that I’d ever seen in my life to that point and it still ranks up there even now.  Her feet got quicker, as did my thrusts and I flicked her clit as if my life depended on it.

She came slightly before me, her shudders making her toes wriggle against my cock.  when I came she didn’t stop wanking me with her feet and I thought, for a moment, I was going to pass out.  Instead, I steadied myself and pointed my cock at the soles of her feet, painting them with cum.

We had a good night that night.