Which happens plenty outside the pubs of east London.I arrived, already excited just from the feeling of my dress billowing against my smooth legs…"...iya Sophie" Said the doorman, taking my money and tipping me a wink. "Been a while love?" I've been so busy recently..." I said.Something in my face made him smile..."Yeah... but all work and no play eh? I bet you make up for it tonight though" He laughed....I laughed with him, nodded and walked into the club.I put my coat away and sat at the bar.. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. This little tale is very tongue in cheek I hope you enjoy it.I'd got back into Heathrow on a late night flight. The traffic on the way down west had been awful, as it was the August bank holiday, the worst day of the year for holiday traffic. Accidents had caused jams that stretched for miles and I was dead beat and not in a good mood by the time I reached my home."Hi, honey," Allison, my loving wife of ten. Terry Swan was all muscle, from head to toe. Swimming every day, the ex-Hockey player turned sportscaster had salt & pepper hair and he was a sharp dresser. Even casual, his clothes reflected good taste and he had a rugged look that Cherie had to admit, she found very appealing. Kristina Swan, once Kristina Jarvis, was 10 years her husband’s junior. A former model, she was as beautiful as her husband was handsome. A natural blonde with a tanned & toned body, she had tits you would swear were a. “Just go for it,” she moaned in my ear. “You’ll last longer the next time.”“Gah!” was all I could enunciate as I pushed into her as far as I could get and coated her pussy with my cum in several blasts of sheer pleasure.“You lovely boy,” she purred. “I can tell you liked that.”“Oh yes! I love doing that,” I confirmed.“Most young men do. It’s a shame that the older you get the less interested you get,” she giggled.“I hope not,” I nodded, kind of seeing the truth in her statement from the women.