Hey everybody,

It’s been a while since I blogged, hasn’t it? My sincere apologies to you all – sometimes life gets the better of me and I just don’t have the time to sit down and write, or type as the case may be.

I still have the previously promised “week in my life” and “Christmas Party aftermath” blogs in the works, but for now I just have a real-life tale of the events of last weekend to regale to you all.

Last weekend Master J’s brother came to stay with us for a few days, visiting from “down south”. Now I know some of you at this point may be thinking that this could be a tale of “sharing my love”, so to speak, as I have mentioned previously that we are looking into the right opportunities to add others into our relationship. However, this wasn’t really one of those... well, not exactly.

Now J and his brother – let’s call him “S” for the purposes of this blog – are fairly close, but they’re not close enough to share lovers with each other! They do however have a friendly, brotherly, rivalry going on. It’s a typical boy thing, I think. They are close in age, so from what I gather growing up, they were always rivals over girls, always going up against each other to get the attentions of the same pretty girl. And when they weren’t doing this, they were rivals over everything else too – who was smartest, who was funniest, who was better looking, who had the better haircut, and of course, who had the hottest date or girlfriend. Boys will be boys, eh!? Lol

Anyway, many years on, they are now in their fifties, but they are still the same young men as they always were – always trying to one-up the other.

And I was the latest pawn in their game this past weekend. A willing pawn I might add – after all, I am at my happiest when I’m being a downright tease for J’s amusement! Lol

Yes, I have met S many times before, and yes I have been “shown off” to him by J trying to one-up his rival, in a “look what I get to go to bed with” kind of way. That sounds a bit conceited actually now I see that in type. I’m not saying I’m the hottest girl in the world or anything like that, but I am a sexy, sexual, feminine woman, and I’m 26 Goddammit. So I surely must be considered a decent bit of arm candy for a guy in his fifties! Even if that guy in his fifties is a suave, sophisticated, gorgeously handsome stallion of a man! ;-p hehe

And no, S doesn’t really know too much about the “alternative” side of mine and J’s relationship. It’s not hidden from him, it’s just not talked about outright. I don’t know what he suspects or what he see mine and J’s relationship as being – maybe he, and many others, just see me as the slutty, nymph, trophy-girlfriend of a successful older gentleman!! Lol

But last weekend J upped the ante with regards to showing me off to S. Lots of very sexy and revealing outfits worn by me – very sexy negligees with an open robe, the tiniest of towels wrapped around me as I walk around the house in the morning after my shower or bubble-bath, lots of outfits consisting of stockings and heels with lots of unnecessary bending etc, and a very slutty little dress for dinner out on Saturday. And we even moved the bedroom furniture around so the head of our bed was against the wall adjoining the master bedroom with the guest room, and the bed in the guestroom – yes you guessed it, was up against the same wall. So our beds were just inches apart, separated by a wall that doesn’t do much to prevent sound from escaping through! And we had lots of noisy sex, with lots of dirty talk during it including descriptions of what we were doing, and we even really tried to give the game away of the alternative side of our relationships, with lots of very submissive words and phrases thrown in – like me saying “Master” or “ fuck YOUR pussy”, or J referring to me as “HIS slut” etc. It was a really hot thing to do and worked in getting me nice and horny and ready for anything. And it was even hotter when we heard slight groans and moans coming from the other room as S must have been masturbating to us!! So hot!!

And then there was the special challenge of the weekend. It was a challenge to see how far I could go without giving the game away, combined with a test to see how far S would allow it to go.

First let me give you the back-story, as this challenge was thought up by J last time we met with S a couple of months ago. I happened to mention that from behind you couldn’t really tell them apart. Same height; same build; same general hair style; same hair colour. We were at a local drinking establishment and J was at the bar ordering some drinks as I was coming back from the ladies, I spotted him and was about to go over to him, maybe give his ass a little squeeze, give him a hug, and tell him how sexy he looked. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw J on the other side of the room. It was actually S at the bar, not J!! I was a little embarrassed that I couldn’t recognise my own boyfriend, but I brought it up to J in private later on in the night, and he had a little chuckle and got a strange grin on his face. I asked what he was grinning at, but he wouldn’t tell me, as he often doesn’t – his mind stores up these ideas for future reference, it’s one of the things I love about him!

So I’d forgotten all about that, but the day before S came to stay, J brought it up in conversation and said he had a challenge for me for the weekend. “Oh really?” I smiled at him. “What is the challenge?” So he told me all about his plan, which had obviously been developing and hatching like an incubated egg in his devious and brilliant brain since I obliviously planted the seed several weeks earlier.

What he wanted me to do was go up behind S at some point during the weekend, and, pretending that I thought he was J, grope him, run my hands over him, rub myself up against him, reach around and grab his cock. You get the picture. The challenge to me was how long I could keep it going before I had to “realise” it wasn’t J. The flip side was that it was a test of S – how long would it take for him to stop me??

So I spent the weekend trying to find the right opportunity – my first chance came on the Saturday. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his crotch through his trousers. Then he turned around and said “babe, you’re not going to win your challenge this way!” It was actually J I was fondling. How foolish and embarrassed did I feel at that moment. But J’s hand on my shoulder pushed me to my knees with a comment of “but while you’re here and so desperate to get me hard...” A blow job and a mouth and chinful of cum later we were finished and S walked into the room just as I was wiping the last bit of cum from my chin with my finger and licking it off. I gave a coy and innocent smile before leaving the room.

Okay, so I messed up that time, but as I came out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel on Sunday morning I saw J in the bedroom, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen. There was S with his back to me at the kitchen counter, he hadn’t heard me come in, I was barefoot and am light footed after all. My heart began to pound inside my chest as I realised this was my ideal opportunity for my weekend challenge, and the nerves and excitement ran riot inside me. I slipped my hands around his waist and up to his chest and hugged his back tightly and said “hey sexy” in a sexy, throaty kind of voice. He just kind of froze and didn’t respond. I ran my hand down to his crotch and still hugging him tightly with my face against his back, let out an “mmmm” type of sound. Still he was silent. I started rubbing and caressing his cock over his clothes and he began getting VERY hard VERY quickly. But other than a very quiet moan, he was still silent. I wondered why he wasn’t stopping me? I pulled my towel off and threw it on the counter in front of him as I slipped my hand down his pants and gripped his now rock solid cock and began pumping my hand up and down it. I was getting quite into it and his lack of stopping me just made me more determined. Determined to do what I don’t know!! It was at this point I realised that I hadn’t actually made it clear that I thought he was J. I could have been meaning to seduce him as far as he was concerned. So I said “how about a quicky before S comes down?” I thought this made it clear that it was a case of mistaken identity, and I was expecting him to stop me now. But he made no attempt to stop me, and just let out a moan of approval. I got a little worried at this point – how far was S going to let this go? How far was I going to let this go, because I was still giving him all my best effort in my hand job and it didn’t appear like I was going to stop this either. I was as horny as hell and had a hard cock in my hand, this is where my weakness comes in – no willpower to say no!!

I tried to think on my feet, formulate a plan, whilst continuing to pump his cock with my hand. Could I just get him off this way, and then walk away, never having him turn around, end this with him getting a free hand job and thinking that I thought it was J all along? That could have been my best plan, but I had another that I thought to be better in the spur of the moment. I was going to drop to me knees, turn him around, then look up, see it was S and not J, pretend to be shocked, apologise, and that would be the end of it. That way I’d end this before it went too far, and get a good look at his cock as well, which at this point was something I really wanted to do. So I started out with that plan, I turned him around as I started my journey southward into a crouched position. It went fine up until that point, exactly to plan. Now I just needed to look up, look shocked and it was all over. But, there’s always a but with me in these situations, I forgot something. I have a nice big cock about an inch away from my face – it’s not in my nature not so suck it just a little!! And it was a pretty nice cock – not quite as impressive as J’s, but still a very impressive tool. So my brain was screaming, “look up”, but I just closed my eyes slightly and started moving my head toward it. And again, he made no attempt to stop me, he actually placed one hand on my head to help guide me. I ran my tongue teasingly around the head and up the shaft slightly. Again, my brain was screaming at me – “LOOK UP AND END THIS NOW!” But still my eyes remained transfixed, and the other part of my brain said something else to me – “if he’s going to get a blow-job from me even for a few seconds, make sure it ends with him thinking it’s the best damn blow job he’s ever had!”

Guess which part of my brain I listened to? Yup, I went right the way down on him, his cock went into my throat, his balls touched my chin, my nose nestled in his pubic hair. Then I withdrew until I just had the head in my mouth, then I went all the way down again, then I withdrew again. I knew I had to look up soon, and that’s what I did right then – our eyes met, the head of his cock still between my lips, his hand in my hair on the back of my head. He had a look on his face that was a delicious mix of pleasure and lust, before a look of panic kicked in as he realised I was looking up at him and must now know it was S, and not J, who I was sucking on with unadulterated passion.

I have to admit – I nearly carried on regardless, but common sense did finally kick in and after what seemed like ten minutes of crouching there looking up at him – although it was only mere seconds – I pulled away from him. I feigned shock, actually I didn’t have to feign shock, I was actually shocked – shocked that I hadn’t stopped myself earlier. I didn’t have to feign guilt either, that also came very naturally. I apologised as I stood back up. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were J, I’m so sorry!” I grabbed my towel from the counter behind him, pressing myself up against his throbbing cock in the process. Then I backed away apologising again, before turning around and leaving the room. I still hadn’t fully put my towel back on, I was actually consciously making sure he saw me fully naked – I wanted him to remember this moment, and I wanted to add icing to this slutty cake of a story for when I told J about it in very intimate detail later.

To show you the aftermath of this event, I will say that S was a little uneasy around both me and J for the rest of that day. I knew I had to fix that as I didn’t want to make S feel uncomfortable to ever talk to his brother again, so later that day when we all sat down together I brought it up in a jokey manner. Telling J that I mistook S for him earlier and went to get a little amorous, and who knows what would have happened if S hadn’t stopped me! I looked over at S and smiled, letting him know everything was okay. J laughed and jokingly retorted that S should have held out for a blow job, that was my speciality! (Note that I had told J the short version of what had happened prior to this, so his joke was a little close to the bone, as I think he still wanted S to feel a little guilty about it – a little harsh in my opinion as J had set it all up!) But despite that joke, things did get a little less icy after this and things got back to normal, and me and S even had a little joke about it in private – I told him that it was just one of those things and lets not worry about it at all. He told me, with a smile, that he definitely agreed about “my speciality”, and I told him he was pretty impressive too. And I really don’t think we’ll act any differently around each other after this, which is definitely a good thing. And I don’t think it will have any effect on the relationship between J and S either.

The other aftermath of this event is that although J did get the brief version of what happened straight after, he did get the full and very detailed version the day after as well. And he fucked my brains out while I told it, it got us both so hot and horny. He loves setting me slutty challenges and he loves hearing all about it afterwards if he didn’t witness it himself. Or even if he did witness it, he likes to hear my version anyway as he loves knowing my thoughts and feelings throughout. It’s one of the main reasons I love doing slutty challenges for him. I just wonder how slutty will these challenges get as time goes by, J loves pushing my boundaries, and our games have slowly progressed from flirting and teasing, to fairly innocent contact, and now to contact that is a little less innocent. Where will they go from here? Where can they go from here? Who knows, but as always, I’m sure it will be quite the journey and experience, and I’ll try and share some of it with you guys here at my blog!

Until next time...

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