Monday, January 16, 2012

The Five Fucks of Christmas (part 5 - final part)

I started writing this series of blogs back before Christmas, but then due to a combination of the holiday period being so busy, my husband being home for much of it and in to the new year unexpectedly, and also my friend needing me to help her out at her shop where I often work and help out, I simply haven't had any real time to sit and write properly, to finish it off.

But as things have finally settled in to a groove now, mid-January, here I am. Thank you for waiting - your patience is appreciated, and I hope you didn't miss me too much!

So, I completed the five fucks of Christmas, which was my aim - to sleep with all five of my lovers in the five days leading up to Christmas, and beyond that I fucked hubby on the Saturday, so it was six different men in six days. I know I am a slut, and I'm not ashamed of it. If anyone is reading this and judging me, then why are you reading a blog about someone like me?

The last blog was about Phil, who I was meeting on the Thursday. Uncle Phil as I like to call him, as he's Paul's (hubby) actual uncle. Paul knows that I've slept with him, and I assume he knows we still sleep together, but he doesn't mention it. Phil and I slept together and then he visited us between Boxing Day and new year, and had dinner with us all, which always feels quite strange, but Paul copes well with it. If he minds at all, he doesn't show any sign of it.

Thursday night was wonderful. Phil rarely disappoints me, although he surprises me sometimes with his varied, kinky, sexual tastes. He didn't surprise me as such that night, though he did ask if he could shave my pussy when he saw that it had grown a little bit of hair. I don't mind men doing that, although obviously I have to trust the person! Phil and I went in the bath with a couple of glasses of wine, and I let him shave me, enjoying watching his cock grow to full hardness while he did so.

When I was smooth, he asked me to lift my hips out of the water, and he licked and nibbled my clit, which got me so horny, I practically dragged him out of the bath and into bed, where he made love to me fantastically and enthusiastically. After he cums inside me, Phil likes to look at it dribble out, it's one of his little fetishes, and he also likes to write 'Phil's cunt' or some such on my pussy sometimes. This time, he wrote 'my cum whore' on it, which made for a fun conversation the next night, but I'll come to that later.

It gets me so excited, when Phil makes me lay there with my legs spread wide, exposed to him. I don't know why - he just likes to look at it, sometimes taste his own juices with his tongue - but I always feel my clit tingle and throb. He's older, and an experienced lover, so he never leaves me for too long. He always goes down or plays with me, sometimes with a vibrator or a bullet, to make sure I get my release too before the end of the night.

It was a lovely Thursday night, and he left me satisfied, but still looking forward to seeing Glenn the following day.

Friday night was the final 'fuck of Christmas' and I have to admit that I was feeling the effects of having good sex every day for four days. I wasn't sore, but I had just a tiny bit of tenderness down there. I'm sure some women reading this will know exactly what I mean, those that have been lucky enough to enjoy consecutive days of decent loving anyway. I actually quite like the feeling, it reminds me of what a bad girl I've been.

Because of this, I was wondering if I'd be able to manage Glenn, my Friday night man. My nickname for him is Wythenshaw Willy, because (a) he's from Wythenshaw, and (b) he's the best endowed out of all my current lovers. He is substantially bigger than even Ollie, my black bouncer friend. Very thick and he's also circumcised, so his penis always looks nice - as far as penises go at least.

I've never ever measured Glenn, and he tells me that he is around 7.5" long, but I think he's actually bigger than that. I've seen statistics on porn stars online, who are supposed to have 9" or 10" ones, and Glenn looks as big as them, so I don't know whether Glenn is a poor measurer, just being modest, or if porn star men exaggerate their sizes to sell DVD's. Either way, Glenn is huge down below, so big that I was intimidated and nervous about it the first time I saw it. Again, I will write a proper story about that time, but let's just say that I was so worried about him 'stretching' me and 'ruining' my tightness, that I very nearly backed out of having sex with him. But I didn't, and I'm glad.

Glenn is a businessman, and I was introduced to him by Teddy. Glenn was (and still is) a regular visitor to Teddy's restaurant, and he introduced to each other because Glenn owns several racehorses, and I have an interest in racing and love all things Equine. In fact, Glenn and I currently co-own a flat horse which is doing really well and might just end up in this year's Derby at Epsom.

Friday night was wonderful again, we ate a lovely fish meal at Teddy's restaurant, where we often go, then went back to Glenn's house for a kiss and some loving, which he really needed. Glenn is going through the divorce process at the moment, and he not only needed my body, he needed someone to talk to about things. After the sex, we spent two hours in bed just talking and enjoying each other's closeness.

Out of my five 'fuck buddies' (as some of my readers have refered to them, although I dislike the term personally) only Teddy and Glenn know each other more than by name. All five of them know that I have other lovers, but they don't associate apart from these two. Before you ask, I've never had a threesome with the two friends, although it's been on the cards for a long time. It's just never happened, because I don't think either of them is really that into group sex.

Teddy came to say hello while we were eating, and gave me a kiss as we left. Glenn just stood there and watched us kiss quite passionately, which feels strange, but quite erotic at the same time. Whenever I am with the both of them, we are often intimate in front of the other. Some people might not understand the dynamic, but it works for all of us, and sometimes it can be quite amusing as one or the other of them tries to out do their friend by kissing me possessively or groping me openly.

At Glenn's house, we relaxed with a couple of drinks (I had far too much alcohol that week and the week after - I put on half a stone, which I'm trying to lose at the gym now) and before long we were kissing. Glenn's house has a hot-tub, which we often end up in, and that night was no exception. His large back garden is very private, and we've had outdoor sex out there a lot although it was far too cold on this occasion.

More drinks in the hot-tub led us into the bedroom, and he did me like always, in every position you can imagine before I finally came in the most basic position of all - missionary. Glenn is the only man who can make me orgasm during penetrative sex, without any clitoral stimulation. Some people wonder if it's because he's so well endowed, but it's actually more to do with the mental side of that. Glenn has amazing stamina, and talks incredibly dirty to me, but in a classy way rather than coming across as perverted which combined with the feeling of being fucked deep and being stretched around his large penis, and the mental knowledge (which I can't get out of my head every time he's making love to me) that I am with a real man always just gets me to the edge and beyond.

By 'a real man' again I'm not referring just to the size of his penis. Glenn is very wealthy, very powerful business-wise and respected locally as such. He has a charisma and a commanding attitude to him, he's masterful and gentlemanly, and he's large and well built physically. He doesn't work out as such, his body is naturally sexy because he's tall and solidly built. Add to that the fact that he dark-haired, tanned and has the most wonderful jet-black hair with just a streak of grey, I'm sure you can imagine why sex with him is so mentally amazing.

So that was my 'Five Fucks of Christmas.' I had sex with Paul on Christmas Eve night, but that was more to do with us both being high spirits after putting the children to bed and putting their presents beneath the tree, and then having a couple too many glasses of brandy. Again, the sex was enjoyable - I don't have lovers because Paul is useless in bed - but he doesn't compare to my five 'boys.'

Sex with Paul has one thing the other five don't - love. We love each other, and I hope we always will, and those loving embraces we share after sex, make all the difference. Sex can be pleasurable in so many ways - it can fulfil you physically, mentally but also emotionally. I have lovers that cater for all three, so I am incredibly lucky and right now, very grateful and content.

I don't know what the new year will bring. So far, it has been relatively good, if rather busy and hectic. I haven't had a lot of time for my friends or lovers, but that will change now everything seems to getting back to normality.

I hope you will stay with me and follow my blog into 2012 and beyond.


  1. hi claire love your blogs hape you had great new year please add more pics as you have a gorgeous sexy body enjoy your day beautiful x x

  2. Claire,

    I look forward to future installments.

    Mr. No Name