Annie's Sexy Day

By Phebe Bodelle

When Annie wakes up it is just another day but no it’s a day off from work and after servicing her husband Garry before he trots off to his labours she relaxes thinking about a previous sexual encounter. Her hand inevitably wanders down to her crotch and as she enjoys herself her reverie is broken by her window cleaner.
“Do you need a hand with that love?”
And there begins a day of sexual excess the likes of which Annie has never experienced before. Join her as she enjoys a very special day of sexual pleasures. Afterwards in some new chapters Annie relates to us her latest sexual adventures.
In this third edition there are two new chapters as Annie's sexy adventures continue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Apr 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311940933

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Annie’s Sexy Day

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 5th Edition

Copyright 2017 Phebe Bodelle

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that enjoys a good sexy read, happiness!

Chapter 1

The alarm went off at six thirty as normal and very quickly Garry´s hand was at my cunt, rubbing it, sliding his finger over my clit to get my juices going. I gave out a little moan of pleasure, I love our morning ritual. My husband is a dirty horny bastard and I know he can talk the knickers off of virtually all women and he gets a parade of them going through his small one man band business. He always wakes up with a bone, so rather than risk him going off to work unsatisfied I made it a rule that he fuck me every morning before we get out of bed, okay, some mornings I just give him a hand job, other times if I´m feeling really good I´ll give him a blow job, his cock tasting a little stale from when he´s got up and pissed during the night. This particular morning when I was ready he climbed between my legs, slid his cock in and began to hump me, slow deep pumps just the way I like to be fucked. It always takes him a while to come first thing which is good from my point of view because it means I generally get off before him, mmm nothing quite so enjoyable as a lovely orgasm first thing to set you up for the day. He humped away and then had a quick grope of my large tits, he loves them sometimes spending a long time sucking on them but not this morning. I started to orgasm, he knows the signals as I start to pant and responded by speeding up his screwing. Pretty soon I was crying out as a beautiful climax coursed through my body and seconds later he was groaning as his cock pumped his cum deep inside me.

My name is Annie, I´m fifty five, Garry thinks I´m gorgeous and even if I do say so myself I don´t look bad. I´ve looked after my body and am very well aware that I get a lot of admiring looks from men young and old, especially when I go out in low cut tops showing off my impressive tits. Garry would have me showing more but I think I´m now too old for that. Mind you he could be right I´ve had a few liaisons with men other than my husband and had no complaints. I´ve not been unfaithful by the way oh no; Garry encourages me to fuck other men and has on occasion set me up to be fucked lovely man that he is. To me that isn´t being unfaithful it´s having fun then when I return home I tell Garry every intimate detail and end up being fucked again. It is in truth a nice little arrangement even though I tell Garry I´m reluctant, I hope he never believes that. Okay so I´m a bit of a slut with a husband who loves me being a slut, there´s no harm done, I´m not hurting anybody and I´m giving pleasure to my Garry, the recipient of my favours, and of course little old me plus of course the other recipients of my favours.

After Garry had left for work I lay in bed relaxing, a day off to myself and I was wondering what I should do with a few hours of freedom. It was a lovely warm day and I threw back the bed covers and naked my mind started to drift back to one of the experiences Garry had arranged,

We had gone to Earls Court in the heart of London to an exhibition. Some of Garry’s suppliers were exhibiting and it was a chance to see a range of their products all in one place. We had driven there from our home in Kent, one of the Medway towns not far from the M2 motorway. I had dressed up for the occasion, I like to look good and Garry loves seeing the reactions of other men when they clap eyes on me. I put on a black coat dress which gives a tantalising view of my cleavage and with the aid of a push-up bra my assets were rather nicely displayed, sophisticated not tarty. Matching lacy bikini briefs with black stockings and suspenders completed the ensemble. I love lacy knickers if you look closely you can see my black bushy pubes through them. It was the first time I had worn that particular dress and didn’t realise until I sat in the car to head off that the dress gaped open when I sat down revealing some flesh above my stockings.

I think I’d better go and change, I said reaching for the door handle.

Nonsense you look gorgeous, who knows if you flash enough leg we might get a bigger discount.

You’re bloody awful do you know that?

He laughed, Listen I’ve got a beautiful wife with a lovely body, I’m proud of you and if people see a bit more of you than they should what’s the harm.

He started the car and ten minutes later we were on the motorway heading west and the big smoke. We had only been on the M2 for a couple of minutes when Garry reached over and pulled my skirt apart a bit more actually revealing my black knickers.

Undo a couple of buttons, let me see some more of your tits. Garry said.

He’s a dirty bugger and I knew what was coming next so lowered my seat back and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Next thing I heard the rumble of a big truck as we passed it very slowly giving the driver a chance to view my sexily clad body. The motorway was still busy at the tail end of the morning rush hour and we overtook countless vans and lorries, a couple of times I opened my eyes to see a smiling face looking down at me, men are so easily pleased but secretly I was delighted that it was my body giving them a brief moment of pleasure. I didn’t cover up until we got into the busy streets of South East London.

It was a nightmare finding a parking space around Earls Court but eventually we went into a car park with its ultra high, exorbitant parking charges, London, I tell you it must be the most expensive city on earth. We finally walked into the exhibition just after eleven. I love wandering around trade shows, there are so many things to see, ideas to think about and it was nice to see a few familiar faces of the people we met through Garry’s business. We spent an hour and a half looking at exhibits and then sat down for some lunch at one of the concessions, once again my skirt opening up to reveal my stocking tops. I said earlier I believe I’m too old to be flashing bits of me in public but it is exciting showing off my sexy lingerie and I enjoy seeing men looking at me.

After lunch we found the stand of Garry’s biggest supplier, he sells a lot of their stuff on-line as well as through his shop and was warmly greeted by their Sales Manager Bob Foster. They immediately got into a conversation which soon attracted two of the other salesmen leaving me to wander around their stand looking at their new products. A couple of minutes passed and one of the men turned and looked at me, walked over and shook my hand.

Hiya, I’m Terry sorry we weren’t introduced, you’re Annie, Garry’s wife?

I am.

Well nobody on the sales team told me you were so lovely.

I was startled to say the least, a come on line right off the bat like that.

Well thank you for that although I’m probably old enough to be your mother.

He was only twenty five if a day, very smartly dressed in an expensive looking suit and his hair neatly parted with a very handsome face and by the looks of him the suit was hiding a muscular body.

So what if you are, a gorgeous woman is a gorgeous woman no matter how old she is.

The man was flirting with me outrageously, I smiled, I was quite happy to play the game and brushed an imaginary piece of fluff off his shoulder. I caught him glancing down at my cleavage and automatically pulled back my shoulders.

How would you like to come round the back and have a cup of coffee, we’ve got some lovely barista style brewing and some doughnuts if you fancy.

I looked over at Garry who was gabbing away with Bob; the other man listening intently, he wouldn’t miss me.

Yes why not, just a cup of coffee we’ve not long had lunch.

Come on.

We walked though the opening at the back of the stand to a small area with table and chairs and a shelf with a coffee pot.

I’m afraid it’s only plastic cups. He looked into my eyes, I’m sure a lady like you is used to bone china cups.

I laughed inside; God this bloke had a great line in bullshit.

How do you take it?

White, no sugar.

Sit, sit, do you like it strong?

The implications of that hung in the air for a moment.

Err yes, I do like it strong as it happens, Playing the game.

His smile beamed.

I sat down conscious that my skirt would split but deciding instantly that it would be fun to show this guy some of my stocking clad legs, perhaps even a hint of my panties as well. I dared not look down to see how much I was showing but he did and I saw his eyes open wide for a second.

So Terry how long have you worked for the company? I asked.

He managed to drag his eyes from my thighs to my face.

Oh just over a year.

Do you enjoy it?

Absolutely, the pay and benefits are good and you get to meet some very interesting people. He said it with a smile on his face neatly turning the conversation back to me.

I bet you do, I replied, I can keep this game up all day long I thought enjoying the attention.

So do you work within Garry’s company?

Oh no I’ve got a full time job.

What’s that, something in fashion perhaps or entertainment?

No nothing so glamorous I’m a simple accounts manager for the British subsidiary of a Spanish olive oil company.

His eyes moved down to my legs again and I moved them slightly letting the skirt spread a little more. I wondered if he could see my panties with my dark pubes visible.

I’m sure you make a valuable contribution to the company.

I try.

There was a moment’s pause, How’s the coffee? He asked.

It’s very good thank you.

Good I like to please. He said with a knowing smile on his face.

I think by this stage my cunny was actually getting damp, what a silly old fool I was thinking that this young man would be interested in me. His chat was just that I’m sure and he would use it on every woman. All the same any lady will tell you that it is nice to be flirted with by a good looking man, especially if they are younger than you.

We chatted away for a few more minutes and then he looked me directly in the eyes.

I’d like to tell you something Annie.

I looked at him, Go on.

I would love to fuck you.

Just like that the man came out with it, had I been insulted or complimented.

I considered that for a moment and was about to give an angry response when Garry walked in with Bob Foster. I stood up to cover myself and know I flushed slightly.

Ah well done Terry entertaining the lady.

Well I didn’t think she’d be interested in what you guys were talking about.

Bob’s invited us to dinner at their hotel this evening, Garry said to me. Is that okay with you?

How could I say no?

Of course.

Right we’ll meet you in the bar at six thirty for dinner at eight. Now come on young Terry we’ve work to do.

Garry and I were left alone.

Come on then girl we’ll wander round the rest of the exhibition see what’s what.

For the next three hours we walked around the exhibition collecting brochures that Garry would probably never look at. By this time my six inch heels were killing me.

Come on, I said as we passed a cafe concession, I need a sit down and some refreshment.

As soon as we sat down I kicked off my shoes.

So what would madam like to drink?

I’ll have a large whiskey.

Blimey that’s not like you.

I need fortifying.

He laughed, And why would that be?

That young guy Terry, he came on a bit strong to me.

He did, how so?

Well it was probably my fault. He started flirting with me and I played along. When we sat down for the coffee I know he could see at the very least my stocking tops and possibly my panties as well.

Garry smiled, You my dear are such a flirt.

It ended up with him saying he wanted to fuck me, the cheeky sod just came out and said it.

Garry was silent for a few seconds, And how would you feel about him fucking you?

I know I coloured up for the second time that day. Mmm, it might be nice. I shrugged, But I don’t see how it can happen.

The hotel looked brand new, very contemporary with lots of glass and marble and fortunately with its own underground car park, so we didn’t have a mile long hike to get to the place. All the guys were in the bar and apart from Bob Foster had all changed into casual gear for the evening. He was his effusive self as soon as he spotted us greeting us warmly, putting his arms around us to lead us to the bar.

What’ll you have?

Just a small lager for me, Garry said, I’ve got to drive later.

Annie?

Before I have a drink I’d appreciate borrowing a room key so I could freshen up before dinner.

Terry leapt forward, Here have mine, seven zero six.

I took the key and was about to turn away when Garry said, Terry you wouldn’t be a gentleman and escort Annie to your room, I wouldn’t want her to get lost.

My pleasure, He said a huge smile on his face.

He held out his arm, I linked it and we walked off. We were silent in the lift going up to the seventh floor and then along the corridor to his room. He inserted the key card and opened the door and before it was closed he was kissing me and his hand was inside my dress, inside my bra cupping my right tit.

Hey, slow down tiger, I said, We’ve got a bit of time, no need to rush.

And I didn’t want him ripping the buttons off my dress in his hurry to get to me.

Jesus I never thought I’d get the chance to be with you.

Well here I am, now let’s just get undressed and get into bed. Forthright of me I know but what was the point of beating around the bush, we both knew why we were there and what we wanted. Get me a hanger for my dress.

He fetched one from the wardrobe and watched as I undid the buttons and slipped off the dress leaving me in my bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings."

Fucking hell Annie you are one gorgeous sexy looking woman. I love your underwear.

Lingerie if you don’t mind, it’s my one weakness.

Whatever.

I undid my bra and pushed down my panties. Shall I leave the stockings and suspenders on for you?

Oh Jesus yes please.

My pleasure, now are you going to get your kit off or what, we haven’t got ALL night.

I lay on the bed while he stripped and was delighted to see a very good looking bulge in his Calvin Klein boxers when his trousers came off. He slipped them off revealing a very nice cock in full working order, so he had been turned on by what he had seen of me, very pleasing for a fifty year old woman as I was then. He went to get on the bed.

Socks too Terry.

Fuck it, He said balancing on one leg to remove his left sock.

Finally naked he joined me on the bed and as expected immediately grabbed a tit and started sucking on the nipple. Not that I minded I love my nipples being sucked and gently chewed on although I was just a bit worried that Terry was in too much of a rush. I reached down and took hold of his cock and began to stroke his foreskin up and down. After about a minute of this joint action he went to climb between my legs, what the fuck?

Hey sonny, slow down, I’m going to need a bit more foreplay before I’m ready to fuck.

Oh sorry I thought you were ready.

You thought wrong.

What would you like me to do?

Well for starters you can give my cunny some loving with your tongue.

Oh right.

He slid down the bed and used his fingers to spread me apart and then his tongue was doing lovely things to my cunt lips.

Mmm now that’s better Terry, give the lady some, I want an orgasm before I leave this room.

I hadn’t come here for him to get his end away leaving me with a sticky mess and no pleasure, so if I had to act as director of sexual operations then so be it. I closed my eyes enjoying his attentions as he began to lick a little higher heading towards my clit and when he finally made contact I let him know he was doing the right thing. I grabbed his hair pushing his face tighter into my cunt and at the same time pushed my hips up and without realising gave out a little groan of pleasure. Now this was the business.

Touch my tits too Terry, squeeze my nipples gently. I ordered.

A hand came up and began to squeeze a tit before taking the nipple between his finger and thumb and using a rolling motion pleasured it sending wonderful sexy signals down to my cunt increasing my pleasure. He spent a bit of time on each of my tits; the boy was a quick learner. When two fingers dipped into my cunt I began to think this was going to turn into a very nice session. I let young Terry finger fuck and lick my clit for about five minutes and then asked, Do you like your prick sucked.

He lifted his head up from my crotch, Of course.

Right turn around.

He did so and we were very quickly in a lovely sixty nine. Now to me there is something magical about having a good solid cock dangling in front of your face and depending on your mood you can do a lot. If you are in a teasing mood you can just lick the very tip of the man’s cock, I find that drives most of them wild. Or you can, just using the tips of a finger and thumb roll their foreskin backwards and forwards over the knob head, be