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ending for the first time in forty years. Jane is staring into the eyes at the man she once loved with all her heart, the man she gave her virginity too, The man that left her to travel abroad, the man that captured her heart and then broke it into Now with him in front of her, after all this time, has it just been too long? Have they both changed too much to even talk civilly? He is still the love of her life? But is that just her rose
tinted spectacles clouding her sense? Ay, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now you know his podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just loosen your clothes butcher ear buds in, then close your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of my voice caressing
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as you immerse yourself in this story. The remaining moments of the party drifted into a low hum of people talking in stolen whispers, of conversations too intimate and private to share. The light seemed dim in the old school hall, as if following the mood. Then Glitopol spiraled lazily, casting shards of light over the empty beer bottles and strewn bodies. The Glittapol, For fuck's sake, everyone in this room was pushing sixty. Why the hell did they need a guttaball?
Hardly like anyone was going to break into any sort of disco dance now, Jane thought as she looked back up at Mark even in the limited light, he was still beautiful, as beautiful as he had been forty years ago when they last danced on this very floor, in those days before he announced he was leaving to work abroad, and those days before he broke her heart. His soulful eyes reflected the glitterpoles shards of light. Somehow they still smiled as brightly as they had all those years ago.
So how was Europe? Jane asked, trying to ignore the elephant in the room and the emotions that she had bottled up for so long. Two divorces and three children later, and this man still had some effect over her, something that made her stomach tighten and her thighs tremble just by his presence. It was an experience, but it would have been much better if I'd shared it with somebody else,
if I'm honest. A glint in his eyes flickered, as if he were suggesting an idea, an idea that had played out in Jane's mind every day for forty years. I couldn't have Mark. We discussed that at the time. Of course, if you had stayed in touch as you promised to do, I could have joined you after college. I have my work bag stolen while I was traveling through Portugal. It had my address book in so I
just couldn't. I did send you letters every week up until that point, he said, gruffly, sounding a little hurt. I know you did, Mark, and I still have everyone, and Jane said, raising her fingers to his face, tracing his firm jewel line, the stubble of his beard tingled on her fingertips, something he didn't have all those years ago. So what are the European girls like, then, she asked, playfully,
trying to lighten the sullen atmosphere. Oh I wouldn't know, he replied, eyed a broad grin spreading across his sensuous lips. Without speaking, Mark leaned in and kissed her lips gently. The heat of his breath echoed thoughts of teenage lust, taking Jane right back to that moment she gave herself for the first time. They had planned it, taken their time, but it was still fumbled. But once the initial sting had passed, the pleasure was there, the pleasure of feeling
herself filled with the young man she adored. A gentle heat rose between her thighs as she pressed her lips harder against him, Their tongues entwined with a never forgotten passion. Mark pushed his fingers through her hair, massaging the back of her neck, slowly sending shockwaves of electricity cascading through her body. It may have been forty years ago, but every sensation she felt was like it was just yesterday, something she had never been able to replicate with another man.
Why don't we do a tour of the old place, Mark whispered as he pulled his head back. Wonder the corridors like los Soals you mean, and then just end up back here, Jane asked, wondering just where they might go in the old school building. Oh, they never locked all the rooms, don't you remember? We used to hide out in the gym and smoke weed after parties. His voice resonated with the mischievous that he had been so
well known for as a teenager. Oh I don't think I was involved in anything like that, Jane said, smiling coolly. Of course you weren't. You were such a good girl, Mark replied, taking her hand and leading her from the hall. The Dimney Lick corridors echoed their footsteps, marking their journey back to their youth. The doors to the gem loomed large in front of them. No doubt it was never originally intended to be a gem, possibly a dining hall,
something reflected by the oversized doors. I bet this mood still works, Mark said, as he grasped the handle of the door and turned it sharply before striking the door with his knee, and just below the lock, the door creaked open in resistant response. You remember that after all this time, Jane asked, her voice failed and shock, Oh, I remember everything from that time, Marks said, his eyes glimmering with suggestion as his smile widened. Looking around the
expanse of the gym. It really hadn't changed in all this time. Yes, a school budget didn't extend to upgrading the gym, Mark said, in a hushed, almost reverent tone. The wooden climbing frames still adorned the walls, jump ropes hung from hooks, The omnipresence vaulting horse still occupied its own corner. Jane's fingers traced over the grain of the wooden climbing frames, nostalgia echoing in her touch. Remember when Andrea went with mister Rose. The gym instructor Marcus, smiling
Mark smiled a lot. He was always upbeat and playful, something Jane loved about him. How could I forget the place was crawling with cops because they thought someone was being murdered, Jane replied, smiling back at him. Who would have thought she would make that much noisuring sex? She was so quiet in class, Mark said, his eyes fixated on Jane's. She hasn't been to a reunion since either. I believe she's a child therapist now, Jane said, looking
over the jump ropes. But I came to everyone on the off chance, Jane continued, wistfully, The off chance, Markhurst, Yeah, I've seen you again. Silly, she said, staring at the ropes, not wanting to see the look in his eyes, as she feared would tell a story of disappointment. Suddenly his arms were around her, the heat of his body pressing through her dress, his breath dancing over her ears. Jane, I'm not the same boy that left this place. I've changed.
A dark colmnist tone resonated in his words and darkening the room. What do you mean you've changed? We've all changed and grown up, Mark, It's not something so dark, Jane replied, leaning her head back against his shoulder, inviting his kiss to her exposed neck that she loved so much. Mark pressed her tightly against the climbing frame, her fingers
grasping the wooden wrungs, lifting her dress. The cool air in the gym bitter to exposed as without warning, the palm of Mark's hands spanked hard against her ass cheek, sending a warm, burning sensation through her body. Once the shock had died down and the heat remained, a surprising wave of pleasure gripped her body, forcing a gentle moan to drop from her lips. Jane press to her ass back against him, his growing cock pressing at her from
behind his pants. Again, his hand punished her ass, heightening the sensations moving through her, the heat moving through her thighs, and teasing her already wet lips. Jane was powerless to do anything but push back against him. Whips and chains? Is it? Mark, Jane asked, a little concerned how far this might go? Not exactly, he said, his hands spanking her again, a wealth of pleasure erupting from her mouth.
I prefer it more sensual than just punishment, he whispered, his breath burning her ears, His hands slowly caressing the burning flesh of her ass, his fingers pressing between her thighs, firmly stroking the folds of her web, pushing through her panties. Jane's body trembled at his caress. Taunted by the desire growing within her, she pressed her hips back, inviting his fingers inside her. Not yet, not until I say, he whispered, his lips brushing her ears, his tongue caressing a slow
line down the sensitive skin of her neck. His fingers eased back along her pussy, slowly drawing the knee through every cell in her body, Pushing her panties to one side. His fingers caressed her ass, sliding between her cheeks, his fingertip teasing her most private rosette. Relax, He whispered as his fingers slipped gently inside her ass. It slowly. There was a hint of pain, followed by the glow of pleasure.
The reminded Jane of her first time, his fingers thrusting slowly into her ass, caressing inside stimulating hotspots Jane didn't know existed. Biting the rum of the climbing frame to try and stop screaming in pleasure, Jane could only gasp her desire and desperate frustrations spread through her thighs to invite him inside her again. Don't move, he whispered, his
footsteps echoing in the cavernous expanse of the gym. Within seconds, he was behind her again, his body hot, his cocks swallen hard against her, Kissing her neck gently, he dragged the edge of his teeth down her skin, forcing the fire to grow within her core. Are you okay with this? He whispered? Yes, I think so. Tis not real pain, spanking and teasing. I'm okay with she replied, between gasps. I would never hurt you, Jane, not like that. Pick
a random word, he commanded. Without thinking, Jane uttered vault okay, Mark said, biting gently on her Earlow. If it gets too much, just say vault and I will stop, his voice resonating through her body, his fingers sliding between hers. Close your eyes, he said, as his hand tightened around hers. Are they closed? He asked. Jane just nodded her response. Good girl. Now keep him closed, he said, as he
led her away from the climbing frame. Jane suddenly felt as if she was stepping into a chasm, leaving her insecurities and inhibitions behind trusting this man she hadn't seen in forty years. Okay, stand here, he said as he stopped. Keep your eyes closed. His hand reached behind her, releasing the zipper on her dress. He let it fall to the ground. Jane was suddenly relieved her eyes were closed. The last time Mark had seen her naked was forty years ago, and she had been a lot slimmer back then.
She would have hated to see the disappointment in his eyes as his gaze moved over her two ample curves. Step out of the dress, he said. Jane felt oddly more naked as she stepped out of the folds of material at her feet, despite the rest doing nothing to hide her shame as it lay around her ankles. Wishing like how she had worn her sexy our underwear. She could feel the warm caress of a blush mingling with
the burning heat of anticipation. She opened her lips to apologize for her body, to explain that she had borne three kids and that took its toll, along with not being able to go to the gym for years because she was looking after them. As if reading her mind, Mark raised a single finger to her lips and said softly, not a word, as his finger traced down her lips, her chin, her neck, and caressed her breasts, teasing around her reck nipples Slowly. Jane shuddered in response, goosebumps erutting
over her skin. I love your body, he whispered, his breath burning at her ears, as his fingers slid down the curves of her stomach, his hands sliding between her thighs and cupping her pussy, his thumbs stroking her clip through her sudden panties. Jane's hips raised to meet his caress, wanting more, and as soon as her hips lifted, suddenly his hand dropped away. Jane moaned in disappointment, being somehow cold from the lack of his touch. Stepping around her,
Mark took her hand and said, take a step backward. Obediently, Jane stepped backward. The warm caress of the vaulting horse pressed against her ass. As he led her hand back further, Jane had no option but to bend her back, laying along the horse. With a quick, well practiced movement, Mild fed to jump ropes through her wrist and secured her against the hand grips of the vaulting horse. Her body prone,
he stepped away from her again. With her darkened vision, she clung to the sound of his foot full on the wooden floor. He was in front of her again that she could hear. The anticipation of what was next coursed her body, gripping her mind. His fingers eased inside the waistband of her panties, sliding down her legs. All Jane could do was wonder if she trimmed enough earlier,
or did she just look like a shrubbery explosion. There was the briefest sensation of his breath against her calfs, forcing her to writhe gently on the horse, But then suddenly the wet cotton of her panties was pressed against
her eyes, the twisted material wrapped and secured around her head. Again, his breath was upon her ear, his lust palpable with every warm whisper as he slid his lips down her neck, kissing, teasing, as his tongue traced his desire across every cell, biting gently, marks slid his hand down her breast, rolling them beneath his palm, before pinching each nipple in turn, dragging them harder between his finger and thumb, forcing Jane's body to
arch in response, pressing her breast up against his hand, releasing her nipples. Disappointment once again cascaded through Jane's body. Her pussy was swollen with desire, with need. Forty years of empty sex created a arm of desire in her body that was ready to blow. His lips kissed at the curves of her breast, slowly, his tongue easing across
them as he discovered her nipples. His low, warm tones vibrated through the erect knobs as he whispered, I've always loved your breasts, his lips sucking them, tracing his tongue slowly along her nipple, tormenting it tighter as his hand pressed between her thighs, easing them apart. As he took her nipple between his teeth, pulling it. Jane could only response by moaning loudly, her own hands reaching up and running through his hair, pulling him tighter, cupping her pussy
once again. His fingers teased at her lips, stroking them up and down the entire length is his thumb brushed over her swollen clip. You know, he whispered against her nipple. I can feel your clip throbbing harder when I do this. Before the last word left his lips, his teeth dragged along the length of her nipple. Jane's fingers tightened in his hair, gripping it in bunches and pulling him hard against her. Suddenly, his fingers pressed inside her pussy, thrusting firmly,
pushing along her walls. Her coal gripped him firmly as he thrust in and out her lips, sucking along his fingers, wanting more, wanting deeper. Jane's pelvis lifted of its own devices, forcing his fingers deeper. I love how your pussy feels as I finger fuck you, Jane, he whispered against her breast, his carnal words few her desire, pushing her hips further against his hand, the sensation swirling through a core. Her pussy trembled on the edge of its precipice, her orgasm
ready to exploded. And then his fingers were gone, her pussy empty once again, her orgasm slowly fading. Not yet, he said, not until I say. Without warning, his hand caressed a pussy with a brutal spank, the sting resonating through her body. Before subsiding and the vicious wildfire of need, and the vicious wild fire of need, tormenting her body once again, kissing over the folds of her stomach, his
breath teased every inches he lowered his head. Jane parted her thighs, welcoming his lips, his breath, his tongue, rushing his mouth over her lips. His tongue flicked briefly at her clit before he kissed down the inside of a thigh, The stubble of his beard tingled at the soft skin, fueling her torment. Brushing his lips gently along her leg. The whisper of his breath caressed her desire, demanding it
to groan. Her nerves tingled as he drew soft circles on her knee with his tongue before kissing back up her leg, his hair brushing ahead, building the anticipation of waiting for his lips back on her pussy once again. Her fingers pressed her lips apart, exposing her clit as
he brushed his lips over it, blowing gently. The gentle rush of hair pummeled jain senses into submission, her thighs tensing awaiting his attention and then the flick of his tongue circling her clit, sucking it as his fingers pushed inside her once again. Jane's body tensed to the sensation of being filled once more. His tongue flicked her clit, sucking it between his teeth as his fingers thrust in and out. Come for me now, he said the words,
vibrating against her clit. Jane's body exploded with a r orgasm, writhing under the unyielding caress of his tongue. The waves of pleasure cascaded up and down her body, her pussy
clutchings his fingers like a ravenous animal. Suddenly they were gone, finding her ass quickly and efficiently, Mark pushed his fingers inside, there, massaging along her back passage as his tongue unrelentingly pummeled her clid, biting it, perpetuating a orgasm, grasping his hair tightly as her orgasm spiraled through her body, twisting her into a state of blissful confusion. Please, she vanished between moans,
ignoring her pleats. Mark thrust his tongue between her lips, pushing inside, the tip flicking furiously along her throbbing pussy, slipping another finger inside her ass. Her hips pushed up at the sensation, gripping every cell, his unrelenting tongue invading her pussy relentlessly. Jane's mind slipped from her grasp as wave after wave of orgasm pummeled her body. Then suddenly
he stopped. He stood between her thighs, turning her slightly and lifting her legs against his shoulders, enabling his cock to push inside her clutching pussy while he fingered her ass, feeling the two motions in beautiful symphony. In the darkness of her mate shift. Blindfold lies flickered across her vision. As his cock thrust inside her, stretching her lips, his fingers massaging inside her ass, his cockhead pushing along the walls of her pussy. Jane screamed out in pleasure, her
mind sinking quickly into a cavern of lustful delight. Her pussy clutched along his length, desperate to fill the heat of his seat, filling her, completing her. The sensation of his hard cock throbbing inside her fueled the relentless orgasm spiraling through her body, her sanity disappearing with every wave of pleasure. Suddenly, his cock swelled inside her, His body stiffened, and a warm heat filled her pussy, intensifying her pleasure.
As he came inside her, Mark dipped his head as his cock slipped from her pussy, kissing down her breast her stomach. Jane realized whether this was leading and said fault. Mark stopped and stood, Reaching forward his fingers slipped the makeshift blindfold from her eyes and released her hands. Blinking in the dim light, she looked at the man she
had known so many years ago, up and down. He had certainly gained a little weight, but to her he still looked good, and, judging by the remains of his erection, the feeling was reciprocated. Leaning forward, she took his still trembling cock and kissed the tip gently. His shudder resonated along his shaft, causing a smile to a rupt across her lips. Sorry to stop you, but I think I would have fainted if you carried on, she whispered, her
eyes caressing his. And that's a bad thing, he said, simply, Well, maybe not on a vaulting horse. So a nice safe bed next time, he asked, before moaning loudly as Jane slipped his cock inside her mouth, the taste of both their pleasure teasing her tongue exquisitely. As long as you promised not to disappear abroad on me again, she said, as a combined conderable down her chin. Deal, he said, before moaning again as his cock twitched as Jane's fingers
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