The Naughty 2010 Diaries Part 5 – November (ADULT CONTENT)

The Naughty 2010 Diaries Part 5 – November

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This is the fifth (and penultimate) part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.

Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“The One with the Threesome, and The Cold Snap begins”

November was a quiet month for me, in comparison to other months, mainly due to me getting seriously into study mode for my two exams in early December. But it did both start and end with a bit of a bang.

The month kicked off with the events I eluded to at the end of my retrospective September naughty diary entry, with the threesome between myself, J, and his brother S. I’d had a pretty stressful day at work, and made my way home feeling a real urge to jump on J as soon as I saw him to help relieve my stress the old-fashioned way. I walked into the house, not expecting anybody to be there; the plan being to shower, put on something skimpy, and await my man. But the house wasn’t empty as I walked in, I heard chatter coming from the lounge, and entered to find J in there with S. For a split second I was a little disappointed that I’d have to wait until later for my much needed fuck, until a thought occurred to me – S still owed me some attention from his big hard cock after leaving me so disappointed weeks earlier, and maybe tonight was the night I could get it.

“Hey boys”, I cheerily said as I walked into the room, hanging my coat up and putting my bag down on the side. I then greeted J with a long, deep kiss, practically straddling him on the chair to get to him, which is always my way of letting him know that I’m feeling a little bit frisky. I climbed off him after what was probably a 30-40 second passionate kiss, and went to walk into the kitchen, before turning back around half way, looking over at S and saying with a cheeky smile, “sorry, can’t have you feeling left out!” And I proceeded to straddle him on the sofa and give him pretty much the same deep, lingering kiss treatment that I’d just given to J.

Obviously by this point in time this wasn’t what you’d consider to be seriously strange occurrence, since the birthday incident in late September, we had of course become closer, and we’d become much more “touchy, feely” type of friends, even though we’d all only got together maybe 3 times since then so we hadn’t gone too far. But even so, and even though he’d received, including the birthday incident and the original “brotherly love” incident, a total of three blow jobs from me by now, I’d never kissed him so passionately before.

I dragged myself away eventually though, even though the very telling bulge that had begun to press between my legs really meant that I didn’t want to get up off his lap at all. I went upstairs and sent a quick text to J before I jumped in the shower. “Two sexy guys, and one VERY horny girl... don’t you go getting any ideas! ;-p” is what it read.

After a shower and changing into a very sexy and revealing baby-doll type nightdress, complete with stockings and heels of course, I headed downstairs and back into the lounge. J was sat in the arm-chair, with S on the sofa, so I sat next to S, actually really close to him, if I were any closer I’d have been on top of him. I then got up after a few minutes and sat on J’s lap and said to him, quiet enough so it seemed I was trying to be discreet, but loud enough so I knew S would still be able to hear, “honey, I’m really horny and I really need a hard fuck, I’m sure S wouldn’t mind if we slipped off for a few minutes...”

We were kind of ad-libbing a scene as we went along, we’re pretty good at reading each other so we know where to take it from the other’s reactions.

J told me, again quietly but loud enough, that I’d have to be patient and if I didn’t like those rules I’d have to go find another way to fix my problem. I got up, trying my best to look a little dejected, and went back to the sofa, next to S.

After a few minutes of fidgeting, I snuggled up a bit closer to him again, gently rubbed his chest through his shirt, and in a girlish voice complete with fluttering eyelashes and pout, I said to him, “Hey, your brother’s being mean and he won’t fuck me. You don’t happen to know anybody else who may be UP for it, do you?” I emphasised the “UP” by dropping my hand much lower than his chest, and grabbing something that certainly seemed to be UP for something!

He looked at J, as if to get permission, or to check it was okay, and J just said “Please. Just fuck her, or she’ll be whining all night!”.

And it began...

I jumped on him and kissed him furiously whilst unbuttoning his shirt, and once that was off I slid down him and unbuttoned his trousers and slipped them off him with his underwear, and his hard cock sprung up just inches from my face. A teasing blow-job ensued, which after a few minutes led to him lifting me up so I was straddling his lap again, and after slipping my thong to one side, he entered me for the first time. It felt great, and I looked over my shoulder at J with a satisfied smile on my face, and he took that as his cue to get up and slip his clothes off and come round to the side of me so I could suck his cock whilst I rode his brother.

I would give you a million more details – but the readers fantasy is all in the chase in my experience; I’ve set the scene, and I’m sure your minds can take this wherever you want to now!

We did have a fantastic time though, and they were both incredibly good with more stamina than you’d give either of them credit for. We had sex on the sofa, the chair, the floor, and they even laid me down on the coffee table and laid me from both ends. We even had a brief foray into double penetration as I was on top of S and J took my ass from behind.

A brilliant time was had by all, and it really was a huge ice-breaker for the relationship between the three of us, that had become a bit weird and tension filled over the previous several weeks.

So that was the start of November, and the next thing I want to talk about happened right at the very end of November, when an influx of cold weather and snow hit the UK. I got a good 8 inches in my garden – there was also about 2 inches of snow! Sorry, cheap and tawdry joke, I know.

Well many of you are probably unaware of my car troubles for the past year, which I won’t go into, but to cut a very long story short, I have been without a car of my own since February 2010 as I can’t afford insurance and petrol and everything else now, and it’s back to buses, trains, and trams for poor old me! :-(

I don’t mind it really, J drives me most places I want to go anyway, he even drives me to or from work when he can, but there’s lots of times where I have to get to or from work by myself too.

Which is where this story kicks in, it’s the end of November, J’s dropped me off at work, it’s started snowing pretty heavily during the day, our office barely had any windows at this time and the ones we do have are really high so you can’t see out of them anyway (we’ve since moved offices and we now have proper windows), so I’m completely unaware of how much snow has fallen for a while. And guess what, there’s a thick layer of snow developing on the floor, and I’m wearing a fairly short skirt and 4” fucking heels! I’d forgot to throw a change of clothes and in particular shoes or welly boots into a bag to bring with me. J’s 100 miles away and won’t be back in town until late that evening, so I’m pretty much stranded, I’ll never get home in this weather, in these shoes.

But I had a knight in shining armour that day, a male colleague offered to take me home, even though it was considerably out of his way. In fact it was about 10-15 miles in the opposite direction for him, but being polite he pretended he had to go in that general direction to try and convince me that I wasn’t putting him out. Although at this point, even through my false facade of saying, “oh, you don’t have to, I don’t want to make you go out of your way”, I was really thinking “I don’t mind if you have to go out of your way, PLEASE just get me home!” lol.

So he drove me home, I caught him glancing at my legs along the way, like I said, I had a fairly short skirt on, and earlier in the journey when I’d thanked him for being so nice, he replied with a smile, “well, you know me, I’ll do anything for a girl in a short skirt!”. People know that I’m not going to scream sexual harassment for comments like that, so they know they don’t have to be PC around me. But he got me home and I stretched over to him when we parked up and told him he was such a lifesaver and gave him a big hug. I went to kiss him on the cheek as I broke the hug, but somehow it ended up being more lips than cheek (I actually think he turned into it actually, the naughty guy!!). It was only for a second or so, and I apologised when I pulled away, saying, “how inappropriate of me”. But we laughed it off, and as I was about to get out of his car I jokingly said to him, “so how short does my skirt have to be tomorrow to get another lift home?”. I wasn’t really expecting a response really, it was a rhetorical joke really, but he quickly retorted “don’t know, you’ll have to wear something short and hope, won’t you?!”

We both laughed and we parted ways and I went inside and he left.

It was still snowing the next day, but I got to work okay on public transport, wearing jeans and my pink wellies and carrying my work attire and shoes in a bag. Just in case, I also threw in a much shorter skirt... you have to be prepared for when opportunities to be a bit naughty and overly flirty may come about, especially based on the conversation from the evening before.

As the day came to a close and most people started petering out of the office – I get in later than most on our flexi-time scheme, so I’m often one of the last to leave. And there was only three of us left, and as one guy popped out of the office for a few minutes, the guy who gave me a lift the day before asked if I wanted a lift home again. Usually with several people in the office my answer would have been a bit tamer, but as we were alone in the main office, I joked that I’d love one, but I didn’t think my skirt was quite short enough today! My skirt was only just above the knee on this occasion. “Probably not, but I’ll let you off just this once!”

About 15 or 20 minutes later when we were fast approaching the kind of time of the day where we were both just about ready to think about leaving, I went to the bathrooms with my bag and put on the shorter skirt that I’d brought with me. It was several inches shorter than my other skirt, stopping mid-thigh, showing lots of stocking clad legs. I came back to the office, and he didn’t even notice at first, but as we were just grabbing our coats to leave, it suddenly struck him. “Have you got changed?” he asked. “Yeah, well I didn’t want to disappoint and miss out on a ride home!” I responded with a cheeky smile.

Nothing’s happened with this whole situation if you were wondering. It was just a bit of a laugh, and is a bit of a private flirty joke between us. Sometimes now when I wear something short, he jokes about me trying to get a lift home. But he’s married and I wouldn’t come on to him in any serious way, it’s just my way of letting him know that I don’t mind him looking! Lol.

That’s all for now, I’m furiously working on my December entry, which is set to be a really good one. So that will hopefully be posted in a matter of days, which will allow me to write up my January one, and be all up to date and I can start making this blog entry a regular and current occurrence. But please bear with me, as I am quite busy with various things at the moment.

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