I think if you got a fwb who you could give a bj to and just before he comes you get him to finish off inside you by hand. It would have to be a hotel so number 2 date could arrive from the bar downstairs just after fwb has left. Also may be worth you going on top so you can quickly go to 69 after he cums to give him a second creampie. Then you could go down for dinner date.
Cum looking lube could come in handy too???
It sure would provide the look at least.
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Another little update.
But hopefully the last of the little updates, I have a few weekends coming up when I will have a bit more flexibility.
So the main news is that gardener did what he does best let me suck his cock before covering my mummy boobs with cum and was pleased to take a photo afterwards which I sent to the intensive care consultant. I might have accidentally fucked the gardener afterwards though. Oops, as they say.
He does seem to be getting a bit too familiar with the kitchen sofa though and I think it is time to draw a line under that arrangement.
The intensive care consultant was beside himself, he genuinely was delighted and turned on with the photo, I don’t think he really expected me to do it. I put a fair bit of effort in and chose a nice little fitted buttoned blouse in a denim colour which undid nicely to let my tits out but a few buttons kept done up underneath provided a little bit of a support. It was also just cold enough for very erect nipples and the blue of the blouse showed off the off target cum splashes perfectly. I was rather pleased with myself, as you can probably tell.
In other news, not much.
A few coffees and lunches. Some fliting and texting.
A healthy amount of groping and fumbling in the hot tub at the gym and a cock sucked.
No sex though.
Some nice chaps lined up for dates and spending the weekend with the intensive care consultant next weekend. I have promised now a few times, he really wants that cream pie.
Its either going to be GG2 who will come and do a PT session then fill me up before my date arrives for lunch or the gardener will come and ‘chat about the project’ while he is here. I would absolutely love the latter idea but the first idea is more practical, he can have my cream pie before we shower together?
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Dammmmn girl, I want that creampie! 
Go you @anna.michelsburg 
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Sounds like a plan is coming together Anna! What does Consultant want to do, Eat the pie or fk it?
I’ve been reading your posts for a while and I’ve got to say GET BLOGGING GIRL!!!
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Good stuff Anna, is the gardener in on his part in teasing the consultant or blissfully unaware of your double duties?
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Noooooo
I assume he thinks that he is using me like all the other slightly frustrated late 30s mums he has probably fucked.
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Hello
Sorry, a bigger gap in my updates than usual. Well, not sure why I am saying sorry. I am certain that, at best, these posts are a mild distraction from the Ocado website. Perhaps I should actually apologise for taking you away from snaffling that BOGOF on the Finish tablets.
Anyway, apologies done I have lots to update.
Some simple things first because later I have to cover something much more complicated than I anticipated this year.
So.
I had sex this afternoon. A straightforward 6 points after a nice lunch. Something I really enjoy. A new fella, Bumble Boy we will call him. We have had a bit of texting, phone calls, and the usual but this was our first proper date and we knew it meant an afternoon fuck. We even booked somewhere nice.
Will he become potential boyfriend material, yes I think so, but a little far away, kids too, usual story. But I am starting to work out that lots of divorced early 40s men have ended up with a nice deal from the divorce. They usually have a flat or little house in town, near a nice coffee shop or restaurant, seem to be OK for money, do well on the apps, fuck a lot of slightly needy mums who worry that they will never meet someone, and get to see a lot of tits. They all have lovely flats, as far as I can tell, with cleaners and food delivery set up. There is a lesson there, I am sure, girls.
So, I think that is 45 points so far.
GG2 has again managed to let his cock fall in to my mouth after the gym but we didn’t have sex. No point.
I have a wedding this weekend. I don’t think I have ever failed to pull at a wedding so I have a lot to live up to. I don’t know the crowd well so it may not be like it used to be in my teens and twenties. But, if I do, and I manage 5 points or more I will be at 52, including the points below.
I have totally thrashed Sophie, she is still in the low 30s, she has met someone lovely, so she tells me, and is being a very good, doing girlfriend. Good for her, I am absolutely delighted, she deserves it. She has said she will start racking up points in a little while, when things with her new chap are a bit more clear, but I have a feeling she will be a one guy gal for a while yet.
But what about me, now that I have won, and she concedes that I will win. I have decided to carry on. The intensive care consultant, as you will see, is turning into a boyfriend (of sorts) but I don’t think there is a hint yet that he would like some sort of official relationship.
Anyway.
Last weekend was kinky. For anyone with a disapproving eye you might want to stop reading here. And, if I may say, if you are the kind of person who posts about bacteria … jog on.
The intensive care consultant was due to come over on Saturday to spend the weekend here, our first proper big weekend together. Keen readers will remember that he had put an advance order in for a cream pie. I had arranged for GG2 to come over that morning for a PT session but there was an implicit agreement that I would be properly fucked after a cursory attempt at yoga or some other bullshit.
And that is exactly what happened except that I nearly made a massive mistake. I had to stop half way through and take the condom off and make the slightly unedifying request to be ‘filled up’.
GG2 left and the intensive care consultant turned up on cue. I had a towel around my waist as I was on my way to the shower and was surprised he was there ‘early’. A few items of suggestive chat were exchanged and some careful attention to my breasts paid and I felt obliged to tell him I was freshly fucked.
There was a pleasing twinkle in his eye but it didn’t progress to him wanting the cream pie I had lovingly prepared for him. Well, when I say lovingly I mean sluttily with some over-muscled, under-neruoned gym bunny, but needs must.
I am not sure why it didn’t happened. He seemed a little reticent about pushing the issue and I was perhaps a bit too coy. I should have simply told him I had it and wanted him to do what he had promised he would.
Anyway, I had my shower, got dressed and we had a really lovely day and spent some really easy, relaxed time together. This progressed to a sexy evening and some horny chat about how much I have been fucking GG2 and whether I fuck him after each PT session. I perhaps gave the impression that It was a regular Saturday morning thing rather than something I had planned for him.
We dabbled in the creampie thing that evening but it didn’t really work, too much time had passed, but the sex was great.
Now, what I didn’t tell you was that I wanted to do something really kinky on the Sunday morning. I planned a second cream pie from the gardener who had to ‘pop over for a quote’.
But when we were in bed on the Sunday morning I mentioned that the gardener was coming to measure some things for a quote but it was taken totally at face value and he clearly thought he could be the kinky one and started hinting that I might show him my tits and the hinting built from there until eventually he asked me to fuck him.
Who am I to say no?
So I got out of bed and put my pyjama bottoms on and then a nice vest top. On my way out of the bedroom door I said ‘are you sure’ and he said yes do I took my vest off and defiantly walked out the door, tits out, off for a fuck.
The gardener was as romantic as ever, I answered the door topless and he said ‘oh, so its just a quickie’, he made me feel so special, and he sat on the kitchen sofa, got his already hard cock out and I fucked it.
The gardener left and I went back to my bedroom. It started to feel very intense then, I realised what I was about to do, but had insight that if I was in any way coy or unsure he would back off form the idea.
I pulled back the duvet and just got on, said nothing, and slid my cum filed, freshly fucked pussy down on to his cock, he came before he was balls deep and I came straight after. It was honestly the sexiest I have ever felt, certainly since getting married anyway.
We didn’t speak afterwards and just cuddled. Inevitably there was more to come and we talked about it and I said I didn’t expect it but he wanted to do it. I rolled on my back, opened my legs, and he licked out all of the cum and it was honestly the most decedent, delicious, and disconcerting experience of my life. He fucked me afterwards and reclaimed me so hard that it hurt a little and I had to flip over to ride him.
We had a nice breakfast together and there was clearly a lot in the air, unsaid. Things are fine, we are texting, talking, and I am seeing him tomorrow for coffee/lunch but no sex. Let’s see where things go.
I am pleased I did it. But I don’t think I could ever really do it again.
It is time to reset with the gardener though. He won’t be coming over again.
Wow, that was too long, sorry.
Less next time.
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I’m new to this thread, bloody brilliant! edited by mod
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Sounds like one hot weekend. Glad you enjoyed it. To be honest if people don’t want to see what you’ve put they can always click off the topic.
Far from it! I definitely enjoy them and would probably say I even look forward to the weekly updates!
This made me genuinely chuckle.
Pleased for you that you’re reaching your original target. I think it says a lot that you will keep going with it as well. Clearly it has been a worth while endeavour. One that has brought you sexy enjoyment, but its something you’re enjoying regardless of the points system. Perhaps the building of a new lifestyle for a while. Again, it’s nice to hear that along side the erotic experiences, you’re meeting some nice guys that might develop into relationships.
Really enjoyed the sexy exploits. Wow, that story with the ICC and Gardnerer. Some porn isn’t even that sexy! I bet that is a fantasy for a lot of people and one that will stick in the mind for some time.
A side from the sexy times, apologies this is a bit of change in tone, I was pondering the point you made about the late 30s/early 40s divorced dad’s situation. As a gent in that loose bracket, I can’t decide whether that is the life, potential dream scenario of sex and boobies, or just a fantasy of married men. One to ponder for myself 
and raise further in another thread perhaps.
Great post @anna.michelsburg Hope you have a good rest of the week, and enjoy the weddings! 
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Errr, no. MIddle aged man here who loves reading your updates (married, house in village with no queue of needy mums lined up but comments noted in case my situation ever changes 
)
That was careless of him, you have a great way with words that adds to the read.
Yay Both for us avid readers and you.
Have a great time at your wedding and thanks for your weekly update, keep them coming as far as I’m concerned.
A thought @anna.michelsburg, with the points game competition on hold for a bit with Sophie how about a wedding weekend points challenge? Maybe something like setting a number of points score to meet and if not you have to do a forfeit, could do 10 points for the entire wedding weekend (including travelling there and back 
) and if you fail the gardener has to be allowed a final swansong?
Did the gardener not wander why the intensive consultants car was there??
Also how did the intensive consultant feel listening to you being absolutely mauled by the gardener in the kitchen?
Clearly turned him on though with how quickly he came lol
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Did the gardener not wander why the intensive consultants car was there??
No. For lots of slightly esoteric reasons, I don’t live in a house. I live in what the estate agent calls a stable conversion but its really some outbuildings and garages knocked together and spruced up into a development around a square. Which, I have to admit, is lovely for the children but it is miles away from where we park (thank heavens for Ocado) and because it is in the country there is loads of parking so you can’t really tell what cars are associated with which home. You will also now see why there is a need for the gardener to come and go. When we moved in we had this funny L shaped space around the ‘stable’ but if you think more about the corner of a row of garages, he did the first bit of the L but the other bit is rubble. I can’t afford him to do the bigger bit but, well, you can guess the rest.
Also how did the intensive consultant feel listening to you being absolutely mauled by the gardener in the kitchen?
For the same reasons my bedroom isn’t easily connected to the kitchen which opens on to the square, so you can’t hear, and you can’t tell that anyone else is in the house. The other little nugget is that someone else looking out of their ‘stable’ on to the square would have seen the girls!
I did wonder if he would sneak along the corridor to listen or even try to watch but it was obvious when I got back that he had kept the door closed and tried to be as quiet as possible.
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I hope you manage to find some willing male/s at the upcoming wedding.
Slightly imprecise wording, sorry. Wedding this coming weekend.
How come you are resetting with the gardener?
It has just tipped over the ‘expectation’ threshold and the dynamic is wrong.
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Hello
Rather predictably I over led on the wedding. Its not like it was in our day. Well, it probably is still like it was if you are 22, but I am another lifetime further up the isle than that. But I had a lovely time and did swap numbers with a very lovely divorcee who by amazing coincidence drives through my village on his commute.
In other news, both Bumble Boy and Intensive Care Consultant have been inside me this week and GG2’s cock again took up residence in my mouth after spinning. So a nice week.
Oh, and I bumped in to GG1 with his new gf who looked about 18 but might be 19. As I walked past and said hello I heard her say “is that the MILF?”
I can’t pretend I didn’t feel a little smug.
In other news Sophie has been a little bit naughty and whilst still with her new bf couldn’t resist a bit of tinder no strings sex yesterday so is back in the game.
Hope you all had a good week.
Anna xxx
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I don’t whether to believe these stories or not.
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Up to you I guess. But if I was making things up I would be a lot more sophisticated, slimmer, more confident, and wouldn’t be fucking divorced with two kids.
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