I was on chat last weekend – something I have only a little time for, given my busy life - when within about an hour, two people I had liked and respected said things which have made me revise my whole opinion and which have deeply upset me.

First, I was talking with one friend (now ex-friend) when he started talking about how he had got drunk and went to bed with a woman who fell asleep. Then the 13 year-old daughter came into the room- at this point I expected him to tell me how extremely embarrassed he was but instead he started to tell me how the girl climbed into bed and she started to fondle him He was going to tell me more but I cut him off. I hope it was fantasy because if it wasn’t, it is criminal. Even telling me this offends me.

Then about half an hour later, a friend I have chatted with a lot started telling me how he had started chatting with a 14 year old – he justified it by saying he thought she was 15! To be fair, it sounds like she initiated the sexual side of the conversation but he was still participating.

So why was I so upset? Maybe as a hooker, I should be tolerant of different sexual actions but children are so off-limit to me that the conversation made me feel sick in the stomach. It pulled back horrors into my mind of things that I thought I had passed. Unspeakable thoughts of abuse – being used and mistreated.

I was so upset that I was in tears and when my sister saw me, she asked me what was wrong and I explained in a garbled fashion. She hugged me a bit and said I should talk to John. (Savita was at her parents.) I was amazed by her generosity but she knew how John had worked me through the worst horror of my life.

John talked to me as the close friend he is. He told me that I am not just being a prude. He said that the trouble is that children of 13 or 14 need to be protected and that the actions we take can impact them a lifetime. He said that my perspective on it made me particularly sensitive but also my moral compass was right on target since I was disgusted by the destruction of innocence of people at a vulnerable age.

John also let me talk and get the emotions out. My sister tactfully removed herself and took my daughter out to the shopping centre – I had planned to take her there since it was stinking hot in the flat. It is a sign of the strength of their relationship that my sister now trusts us together so freely. John was so supportive as a friend that I felt a lot better.

My view is now clearer. In both cases, the girl made the first moves but sometimes, we must say “no”. I believe this deeply and it pains me that people I trusted could not draw this line. I think I lost two friends in such a short time.

A Day Out

Sometimes my sister surprises me – and I mean this very positively. My sister arranged a day out at the Entrance to watch the pelican feeding for my daughter. Then my sister insisted that just John and I take her. It meant that John and I would be alone together (with our daughter as a partial chaperon). My sister said if she couldn’t trust us together alone, she would always be anxious and that would mess up things between her and John. She said that our daughter needed her two parents to spend quality time with her. (Savita seemed less positive about the idea but said she wouldn’t oppose – my sister encouraged her a lot to learn to trust us.)
So, John and I drove up the coast, had lunch at Terrigal and then went to The Entrance for the 3.30 feeding. It was a fun day and my daughter had a fantastic time playing at the water play at The Entrance. It was delightful and John and I had time to talk while my daughter was playing.

John is seeing a lot of his young son now and Annette and he have become good friends – she told him that she hated herself for how she acted earlier and John told her it was water under the bridge. Annette is quite often around our place with her son but I keep out of her way – she has not forgiven me for not wanting to hold on to her. She met Savita once and was quite rude.

Their son is, however, doing well and I can tell John thinks he is the most wonderful boy he has ever seen (and to think he has the most marvellous girl – our daughter – as well!)

We talked a lot about my sister and it is clear she is winning John’s heart more and more – he was talking about how he must always show her how great she is – she was badly knocked by losing her job. I asked him about other casual encounters and he said he didn’t need anyone else – he was finding it hard to keep up with her and she was all he could want. (I felt quite envious of her for that – to be that satisfying to John – how great she must be!)

John did say the silliest thing – he said that he expected my sister would soon move to the next stage and he would become irrelevant but he would treasure the time he had with her. I said why he couldn’t trust her – she was a faithful loving woman who wanted a life with him. If he valued her, she would not want another. John said he valued her but the age discrepancy was too great and he was just a fat old man – she deserved better. I got very annoyed at him and told him he was basking in self-deprecation. He had the most beautiful young lover who was head-over-heels in love with him and he was looking for downside. She was planning a life together and he had better treat her right and work with her on this. John just smiled at this and said if he could hold on to my sister the rest of his life, he figured he would have hit the jackpot one million times over.

It is hard for me to say this but I think John is so much better off without me. He is enjoying a solid and healthy relationship. My sister is not a drama queen like me. She is a solid loving and very sexy young woman who cares for him and adores him. I have wondered a bit whether John was not more than willing to see me with Savita and start an easier life.

We talked also about Savita. I said how much I loved her and John made some very positive remarks about her. I told that I was not looking for other casual partners. I was still working and I mentioned the session with the hunk but that Savita always had the right of veto. John said it was good that I was showing Savita commitment. He remarked that Savita did seem to have a voyeuristic side which would fit well with my exhibitionist side.

I commented how well my sister and Savita seemed to be getting on. He said that each of them was a serious loyal person with strong feelings. Also they had spent a lot of time working to strengthen our relationships with them. John said he was so flattered that my sister thought he was worth expending effort on.

We chatted in a friendly manner and I really enjoyed the time with him. I will never lose my deep respect for John and he has been part of my life at the most intimate level but I believe that we can be really good friends going forward united by our love of our daughter and the fact that there was no bitterness in our separation.

The next morning, my sister greeted me very brightly saying “What on earth did you say to John – he was so hot last night – maybe the best fuck ever – I must get you two to go out more.”

“I told John that you loved him and would stay loving him. He keeps thinking that you’ll find someone better.”

“Doesn’t the silly wombat know how much I love him!”, she said affectionately. (I was amused to hear John’s term of affection “wombat” used about him.) “I tell him that all the time”.

“He just feels he’s too old”.

“Not for me – I just feel so right. I wish he could see that it isn’t his age, it’s his ability to support and fascinate me – it’s the way that when he fucks me, I feel so right, so turned on. It’s the way I love lying next to him and we talk about everything. And how many men can listen like him? So often I say something and think he’s not listening, just to have him reply later in a way that tells me it was all heard and he has been thinking. Or the way he boosts me - he makes me feel good about myself. I want him to be the only man I ever fuck.”

So glad she is thinking like that. I feel as attached to Savita. So positive for us all – may it stay that way!

Savita Sees It All

Well finally we did it. I was very reluctant to try because I was terrified it might make Savita despise me but I finally agreed to let Savita see me being fucked. She had kept on saying how much she wanted to see it. She said she was so excited that her life partner was so sexual - she really longed to see that part of my life.

I told her fantasy is often best and that even if she thinks she wants to see, reality has a way of being too confronting. I told her I was terrified of losing or alienating her.

She told me that she needed to see and that I could not lose her – she had spent so many years searching for a partner that she would never throw her away. Finally I agreed and then we thought about who the man would be. It must be someone who would accept that he could only fuck me – Savita was not to be touched. This man needed to be someone who would not make Savita jealous –so, John was off-limits – I am 99% sure he would have said no because it would hurt my sister but I didn’t even want to ask.

I would have asked F. but although we are now talking, we are no longer so friendly. So the hunk came to mind and Savita seemed to be ok with him. She knows I have great sex with him but also while I like him, he will always only be a friend.

I talked to him about this and he said he was flattered to be asked and would never turn down an opportunity to fuck me. He emphasised that he understood that Savita was not to be touched and asked me to remind her that he was Sylvie’s brother and Sylvie would kill him if he did anything wrong – Savita actually took a lot of comfort from this.

When we arrived, we sat down for a drink first. We restricted ourselves to one glass since more can kill the mood rather than relax us. We were all quite uncomfortable and the conversation was stilted. I realised that it was pointless to keep trying to talk and so, I said “Well, let’s get to it. I’m hungry for that big cock.” Then I walked to where he was sitting and unzipped him, pulling out his cock. It was not that hard and so I immediately started to give him a blowjob, making sure that Savita could see clearly.

Savita watched intently as I took his hard cock deep into my mouth. He was very quickly rock hard and I slipped off my jeans and panties and immediately climbed on to his cock, letting it slide into my pussy. I face away from him towards Savita so that she could clearly see me being fucked, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy and I caught her eyes as I rode his cock.. She smiled at me which encouraged me to be more relaxed and wild, moving more into animal fuck mode, really turned on by my partner watching me being used, until he came shooting his load into me .When I climbed off even while cum was still dripping from pussy, I knelt before him and licked his cock clean – he was doing this for us and I was determined to give him a great fuck session.

I continued to lick his cock, as he gradually got harder. Now I would show Savita what a blowjob was like. I focused on his cock, knowing that Savita was watching me as I carefully licked the sides and then took his cock in his mouth I let it slide as deep as it could, closing my lips around it. I let my teeth just skim the sides, knowing that this can add to the sensation. He was clearly enjoying the blowjob and his cock was again completely hard. I worked his cock with all the experience that my years of cock-sucking have given me.

The hunk was getting really tuned on. I was focussed on showing Savita what a complete slut I am since she asked to see. When he finally came, I took the first spurt in my mouth and let the second spurt shoot over my face. Some got in my hair. It was at that point I wished I had taken off my top – a little grey number that looks quite sexy on me – since I got cum on that – and it is so hard to wash cum out of clothes (ask Monica Lewinsky!) I turned to face Savita, letting her see my cum-stained face with cum having dribbled from my lips and I said “Well now you see what a slut I am.” She replied saying “beautiful” – I hoped she meant it.

Over the space of the next few hours, I had two more fucks with the hunk – he lacked some of the life that he usually shows – I think he was not completely at ease with Savita’s presence but was too polite to say anything. Even so, it was great sex and he made me cum twice –loudly and wantonly. The breaks between fucks were also quite awkward with no-one quite knowing what to say. After our second fuck, Savita brought us cold drinks and the next time she made tea – but it was a bit odd, me sitting around cum-covered and by now completely naked, the hunk with a towel wrapped around and Savita fully dressed.

When we were leaving, Savita thanked the hunk fulsomely and said that she would be so pleased if we could do it again some time but she hoped she could be a bit more involved next time – perhaps kissing me or somthing. The hunk replied that he would be delighted – “Any chance to enjoy Grace is always welcome.”

However, as soon as we walked out of his flat, Savita fell quiet and looked quite down and distant. I said, “I’m sorry that you saw that – now you will never respect me – it was just too much seeing what a dirty slut I am. It was better left as a fantasy. Fuck it why do I always screw things up. Will you ever be able to touch me again?”

Savita said “What the fuck are you talking about? It turned me on so much seeing you getting fucked – the woman I love being so completely sexual – it’s just that I realised how little I can give you – sooner or later you will want a man. You were so turned on as you sucked and fucked that cock – I walked out the door and immediately thought ‘ so what does Grace want me for?’”
“Savita! Don’t be so fucking silly – what turned me on was my darling watching me. I need you, I crave you – cock’s o.k. but I need you. I am your woman – I was thinking all the time how you were responding. I wanted to see you more excited. Savita – I will not give you up –I’ve had so many men fuck my pussy but none of them reach me the way you do – through my whole body. And it’s not just the fucking, I love the talking, the emotions and all the rest. You are my partner for life – if you’ll have me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Savita took my hand and pulled me close and we kissed and embraced in the middle of the pavement, indifferent to the looks of passers-by. When we got back to the flat, Savita said “I know you are tired but I so much want to make love.”

“I am not tired for you – I am so horny. Just let me have a shower to make me nice for you.” I had wiped up but not showered at the hunk’s place.

“If you want to – but my darling wife, I would rather enjoy your just fucked body – it makes me feel more part of your life.” (I was intrigued and turned on by being called her wife- this was the first time she had said that to me.) So, we fell on to the bed together and made love. It is so great being with Savita – the fucking with the hunk was just a prelude to my marvellous and completely satisfying love-making with her – I am so horny for her and so grateful that God has given me the blessing of sharing time – hopefully my life – with this beautiful and sexy woman.

The Green-Eyed Monster

I was quite silly a few days back. I had noticed that Savita and Sylvie seemed to be getting on very well. I felt that they were attracted to each other. Savita kissed Sylvie on the cheek and it seemed a little too passionate. I felt I detected a good degree of intimacy between them.

I stewed on this for a few days, wondering if I should talk to Chantelle but deciding no. It seemed so logical to me. Both educated pretty women, respectable but gay. They would make an ideal couple. I would be left alone – I could see it all ahead of me. I hated it. To lose my beautiful Savita, so soon – and me planning a lifetime! It became an inevitable fact hanging over me.

Finally I broke and said to Savita “Well, when are you going to tell me?”

“Eh? Tell what.”

“About you and Sylvie.”

“What about her and me?”

“I’ve seen how you are attracted to each other. I’m not a fool!”

Then Savita burst out laughing and chanting “Grace is jealous. Grace is jealous.”

“Stop it – it’s not a joke.”

“Oh but my darling it is a joke! A wonderful, marvellous, delightful joke! Sylvie and I have only met when you’ve been around – there’s nothing between us. When we have talked, it’s always about you. I like her because she is so nice about me having the girl she clearly likes a lot – she’s very attracted to you, you know, even though she is now devoted to Chantelle. We laugh about your special characteristics, your Grace-isms as we call them – I can see how much she has watched and observed you. It reminds me how lucky I am to have you.”

I was already feeling much relieved but said “how can you have talked about these things if I am always with you?”

Savita laughed more “Jeez – you were not with us all the time – you might go to do something – one day you put your daughter to bed and we had quite a chat – but don’t worry we were chaperoned by Chantelle!”

Then she started again teasing me “Grace is jealous, Grace is jealous”.

“Stop it!”

“Sorry, I’m just so delighted you can be jealous about me – it makes me feel I am worth something to you.”

“Savita! How can you say that? Don’t you know that you are worth everything to me? You don’t know how sick I’ve been with the thought of losing you. I am jealous all the time even though I know I have no right to be. I am much more jealous than you.”

“Don’t you bet on that! You don’t know how much I am jealous – I absolutely hated seeing Anka and Meera touch you. I’m as jealous as hell of John and also of Sue. Even that F. guy makes me uncomfortable.”

“What about my other clients?”

“Not jealous of the men – I don’t feel there is any emotional attachment – even to the hunk. It turns me on to think of you fucking them because your sexuality is so great. It’s where there’s emotion for the person from you or it’s another woman that I get jealous.”

“I was so jealous when I saw you with Anka and Meera, too” I commented.

We talked a lot about this – a nice healthy relationship-affirming talk and we agreed on some things: Savita swore she will never have sex with another woman and I promised not to have sex with any woman except in lesbian doubles at work. I will also only fuck clients or men in situations where Savita agrees. Certainly John is off-limits to me. I find this pledge a bit strange since I still fuck around in some ways but Savita does not at all but it works for us and gives me the ability to work. Savita said she wanted the ability to keep me “slutty”.

I believe that in our case jealousy was actually an affirmation of the value we place on each other. Even in terms of John and me, Savita encourages our friendship and says that she knows that we will be friends – she just does not want us to be lovers. My sister, however, is much more jealous and hovers around us when we talk – and the only subject we have talked about is our daughter.

I know my sister is really worried about losing John and I am her biggest worry –I am not so sure that this level of jealousy is healthy for her but it is a lot more healthy than my occasional bouts of jealousy about John fucking her – every time I feel a pang, I tell myself it’s a fact and a good thing. I want her to get more confidence that John is focused on her – and I can see that he is working hard to give her that confidence. In fact of the four of us, he is the only one that seems to be free of the green-eyed monster.

Happy 2010

Another year – in fact another decade – and what will it bring us? I hope it brings you all happiness, new opportunities and whatever else you seek.

This was a stay-at-home New Year’s Eve for me – Savita and I decided to encourage John and my sister to go out for the evening and we took over the care of my daughter. The three of us went out and found a spot for the three of us to watch the 9pm fireworks and we enjoyed them. But after that my little daughter was too tired and so we went back and put her to bed.

Then, after a shower together to wash off the old year, Savita and I lay together in the couch watching the spectacular 12 o’clock fireworks on TV, cuddling and caressing. When the fireworks had ended on TV, we retired to the bedroom and made our own fireworks!

After our first round of fucking, I apologised to Savita for keeping her at home on this night and she laughed “Every new year, I have stayed at home with my parents, going to bed alone, and this year I am holding and fucking my darling – do you think you need to say sorry? I’m glad to spend the night home alone with you! Maybe you are bored?”

I told her for me I couldn’t have had a better new year – and this is the truth.
The Savita joked “If you’re really sorry though, you can make it up to me by giving me another taste of your delicious pussy”.

How could I refuse her and so, a second and even better round of sex joined me even closer to my life-partner. Twice within the first few hours of the year, we fucked and climaxed together. I hope this is the augury for this new decade. Before we slept, Savita whispered in my ear “Now this is the start of our year, darling.” “Our decade”, I corrected. “Our lives”, she corrected back.

In the morning, my sister greeted me cheerfully and insisted telling me her exploits. She and John had watched both sets of fireworks. They had cuddled and played with each other under a blanket between the two sets. After the fireworks, they had walked home but stopped on the way twice. The first time they had a quiet fuck in a very discrete place. After that not far from home she pulled him into a dark laneway and sucked him off. She told me that she was so turned on the rest of the way home, with John’s cum still in her mouth – and when they got home, they had a final hot fuck.

My sister loves to tell me this because she is reminding me that John is hers. Rather tactlessly, I asked her “well, now you find fucking so much fun, you’ll be wanting to play the field and try a few other options?” and got a sharp and immediate response. “No. I only want to have one man. I have chosen John and I have no desire to fuck anyone else. I am his and his alone.”

So, we start this year as two pairs of committed lovers. I hope in ten year’s time, we are facing another new decade the same two pairs of committed lovers.