A Slice from a Cut Loaf

The great thing about our group is that we can share our stories and laugh or sympathise as required without feeling self conscious or judgemental. Phyllis laughed as aloud as any of us as she told her tale over afternoon tea, with toasted muffins and tea cakes. Other occupants of the select tea rooms where we had gathered must have been surprised at the bunch of elderly ladies behaving like a gang of rowdy teenagers. Here is the tale Phyllis told. A Slice From a Cut Loaf.

Let me tell you about my marriage, it lasted more than thirty years. I got married at nineteen, my mother told me I shouldn't but of course I knew it all, well, we do don't we girls? I reckon I knew more at nineteen than I do now that I am seventy. I look back and laugh now.

The wedding night was a real eye opener I can tell you. All the women I knew were telling me what to expect, and I didn't believe them. No, I didn't believe that husbands would squeeze your tits, put their fingers in your privates, and stick things into your body.

I knew I was right. They said you had to hold his willy until he was ready then you just had to close your eyes and let him 'do it'. Well, none of it was true. We got into bed, and we had a cuddle, and I tried to hold Greg's willy and he said we shouldn't because it wasn't nice. Greg didn't squeeze my tits, didn't touch my private bits, and certainly didn't stick anything in me.

That opened my eyes to the silly ideas some women have about what men do to them. Well, his old bed was a bit lumpy so we got a new one, Greg said he was used to the old one so he stayed in that. We shared the bedroom of course, just had our own beds.

I was married about four years when I had my daughter, It took me a while to work that one out I can tell you.

Yes, yes, I know, looking back on it I can't believe it myself, just how ignorant I was. I guess you can imagine the situation when the doctor said I was pregnant, I said how? I didn't know where babies came from.

"Well" he said, "let him assure you young lady, it has absolutely nothing to do with either new bread, or gooseberry bushes and more to do with the little games you play in bed. I will get nurse to have a little chat with you."

Well, the problem was, that the games I played in bed was just touching my 'watsit' with my finger, and I was shocked, I can tell you, to think that fingers, and pussy equals baby, good job I thought it was my fingers, not Greg's fingers, it might have been twins!

I bet you horrible lot will laugh at me when I tell you that the rather elderly very stern nurse told me the same sort of things that my friends had told me, I was shocked!

Then nurse said we had to work out the dates, she asked when my Greg had slept with me, I said, he didn't, we slept in separate beds. Then she wanted to know when he had last visited me, but we lived together so he didn't visit at all. The she asked me when Greg had put his willy in me and of course I said he hadn't, because he hadn't .

"Well," she said, "someone has, because that's how babies get in bellies!"

Now it was beginning to make sense.

There was this day when Greg was at work and his nephew Brian came round, as he some times did. He was in a bit of a funny mood, and playing jokes, we had coffee, and he cracked a few jokes, Then he said...

"You like sausage don't you?"

Sometimes when he was round we had sausages for tea.

"You know I do."

"Well, I have brought you one and if you can find it, you can have it."

"Is it in your bag?"

"No." He laughed, tickling me under my arms as I bent to look in his work bag.

Then of course the horseplay started he was grabbing at me and I at him, my tits got squeezed, I pinched his bum, he grabbed under my skirt and when I fell, my knickers and all were on show.

Well of course I found his "sausage", and we started to mess about and as he was rubbing it up and down my bum crease suddenly it slipped up the leg of my knickers and into my ,well, you know where. I asked what was going on, he was waggling it about, and I have to say I was enjoying this.. .

"Just making some gravy." he panted."

Suddenly, the gravy was made and he stopped playing just when I was enjoying it. Girls, now I knew about sausage, I wanted more. Little did I know that sausage and gravy made babies....I do now!

In due course Brian emigrated to Canada, I never saw him again. I had a daughter which hubby decided we should bring up together as ours.

I developed a taste for the joys of married life, hubby, wasn't up for it of course, but then he never had been. I didn't get it regular, but I did have one or two friends that used to get frisky when hubby wasn't about. They would sometimes call when he wasn't there.

"Oh he won't miss a slice from a cut loaf" one of them would say.

All the excuse I needed.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him" said another

I wasn't going to tell, don't suppose Greg would have been interested anyway.

If one of his friends called when he was at Escort Ankara home, it didn't matter, they would start talking to him and he would drift off to his workshop and I would get a portion.

He had an interest in photography, built all his own equipment, sometimes at the camera club or, sometimes at home he would want to take pictures of me. Sometimes even in the nude, with his mates there. They thought him a lucky bugger, they told him so, he always agreed.

Back then, I had like a sort of teddy thing, something like a camisole wide legs quite thin silky material, he liked to take pictures of me in that.

One night he had me doing hand stands and that sort of thing, like exercises out of Health and Efficiency, you know those nudie magazine things several of his mates were there, with their cameras, I wasn't very good at balancing and they were trying to do things with the lighting. One or two of his mates were into body building and muscly things sometimes when I wasn't available they would pose

"Why don't I put on my pouch and then you will have two subjects and I can support Phyllis." Trevor suggested.

The offer was eagerly accepted by both Greg and Tony. Trevor produced his pouch from his camera bag, Greg and Tony turned their back while he stripped and put on his pouch, he didn't turn his back to me, and neither did I to him, I had seen his dick before, even rode it once or... well a few times.

Well, having approximately set the lights I was asked to do a hand stand. You can guess that the silky camisole slid back along my legs and down over my belly, making very little practical covering to my dignity. Trevor looked down... he had to be looking straight at my fanny.

"Very good my girl, that's just the view they need, don't worry I've got you." He held me by the ankles.

Greg and Tony turned away to check their cameras.

Trevor's hand stroked down my leg under the leg of the camisole to rest on my moistening fanny. Then down to fondle my upside down tits. He removed his hand as they turned back to take another photo.

They knew, from previous occasions, that I could do the splits and this was the next pose I was asked to take. Trevor's nose rested virtually on my fanny as he knelt behind me to support me his hands on my inverted hips.

They turned away again, he snaked his tongue and licked the length from my anus to my fanny. His delicious tongue just tipped what I now know was my clit, my legs came together so sharply, I nearly broke his skull his grip on my hips slipped and I landed in a heap. Trevor was reeling from the impact and as I looked back at him, his knob disappeared like a snail with salt on it.

"Uurm, delicious, just ripe." He whmpered, licking his lips. He shook his head to rouse himself, and grinned, his purple knob reasserting its presence peeping out from his pouch.

Greg and Tony left the room to go to the darkroom. I was over the table and hiding Trevor's purple knob (I won't tell you where!) as quick as you like, and it was all over by the time they got back and I was back in position. Being on my head, I didn't leak very much, just enough to keep my fanny moist, till the session was over, when of course I made a quick exit to clean myself up.

We were about thirty years into this marriage when the incident I was going to tell you about occurred. I had never gone short after that introduction by Brian. There had always been someone willing to supply what hubby had not, not only that, I used to get quite a few presents as well.

Most of the friends had dropped away over the years, I still had the occasional friend visit, and Greg still used to disappear leaving me to my own devices, it just was only rarely that I got what I wanted.

Money was not too scarce at that time, the house was paid for, daughter left home, Greg's job paid reasonably well, we had gone through buying new car, caravan, new cameras and various other luxuries. This time, it was to be a slide projector. We had so many slides taken over the years.

We used the same shop for the projector that we had used in the past for the cameras and things. There was a new chap, Paul, about twenty two I guessed, quite shy for a salesman, he was most helpful and attentive. He wore an eye patch, and told me that he had a sore eye when I asked.

Having completed the sale he asked again if we were happy that we understood how to operate the projector, Greg asked if he would like to come round one evening, maybe this evening and just give us a run through to be on the safe side. We agreed on him coming round about seven, and made sure he had our address.

He found our house alright, and right away I asked if he would like him to bathe his eye, which I then did.

Greg dug out a wide selection of slides, including, to my feigned embarrassment, many of me in various stages of undress thank goodness not the most embarrassing ones.. Young Paul made many encouraging comments both about Greg's photography and of course me and my ability as a model and how attractive I looked.

About Ankara Escort ten Paul excused himself to go to his lodgings, he had not been in our area very long and lived in a B