It all went wrong in Cornwall.

It all went wrong in Cornwall.I didn't realise that lust and sex can turn a good man into a complete bastard. I was an easy-going guy with a decent job and a reasonably attractive girlfriend. So what turned me into a cheating wankspangle? Well, I guess it started last Christmas. Amanda and I had been living together for six months and she decided it was time I met her family. Over Christmas dinner, she dropped none too subtle hints that we were going to get engaged. I was stunned, not once had I given her any indication of this, nor had we discussed it. I was quite happy as we were.We argued for the entire two-hour drive home and ended up sleeping in separate bedrooms. That was the spark. From then on we argued over every stupid thing. Either that or we ignored each other. By Easter, things were really bad, bordering on explosive.Now Amanda had a girlfriend, Dee, from her university days. She was newly married to Carl, an IT geek who looked a bit like Jeff Goldblum - tall, gangly and a little..., unimpressive. He was obsessive over Dee who was sex on legs, a real stunner, who turned heads wherever she went. In fact, she was a dental nurse but also a part-time lingerie model. I genuinely have no idea how they ended up together. It was difficult to imagine a more unlikely pair but they seemed happy.Dee and Carl were keen hikers and invited us to join them on the Whitsun bank holiday weekend for a few days hiking on the Cornish coastal path. Perhaps it was what Amanda and I needed to get our relationship back on track.It didn't start well though. The Friday afternoon was unusually hot for late May and we only discovered, whilst sitting in my non-airconditioned old Ford Transit, stationary in a jam on the A303, that neither of us had loaded the small ice chest with its treasure of ice-cold Coke. It was still in our kitchen in London. Fuck.So we arrived at the campsite near Polzeath hardly talking. Dee and Carl were already there and had erected two small hiking tents close to each other. We'd brought our own sleeping bags and I noticed that Amanda didn't zip them together when she put them into the tent. No nooky for me tonight, obviously.After such a long drive we decided on fish and chips from a nearby chippy before retiring to our tents. Amanda was soon asleep but I lay there considering if this trip was even worth it. Through the thin tent wall I heard a giggle, then, "Stop it, Carl, they might hear us!""Aw, come on, let's try I'm really relaxed," whispered Carl."You always say that and it ends the same.""Please? It's been weeks since we last tried."Weeks? They hadn't been married long, they should be fucking like rabbits. How could he keep his hands off someone as hot as Dee?"Okay," she sighed, "But be quiet."Automatically, my hand went to my cock at the thought of laying there listening to them fuck. The sounds were indistinct for a while, I guessed they were kissing and touching. Then I heard Dee whisper, "Nice and calm, no rush.""Oh!" said Carl, "Oh yes..., I'm in..., oh god..., oh fuck...""Calm, think of politics of something," hissed Dee."Oh fuck..., oh no..., oh..., oh..., fuckkkkk!"The stupid cunt came. Five seconds and he came. Cruelly, I began to chuckle. "I..., I'm sorry...," said Carl. It sounded like he was crying. Jesus wept! I was certain that Amanda once told me that Dee was a virgin until she met Carl. It suddenly dawned on me that it meant that she'd never had a decent fuck.The next day we all put a brave face on things and hiked along the spectacular cliffs to Port Isaac where we caught a bus back to Polzeath. It was late afternoon but still sunny and warm so after showers, the girls sunbathed on a double airbed that Carl pumped up for them. During the evening we had a barbecue before Amanda went to bed claiming a headache and Carl got drunk on rum. Just after eleven, he too staggered off to his sleeping bag leaving me and Dee in the folding camp chairs.Looking around the campground there was one other group still out and a few caravans still with their lights on. It was still very warm. Dee picked up the empty wine bottle, looked at me and asked, "Open another or bed?"I shrugged and said, "Fuck it, let's open another."We drank and chatted quietly for a while until Dee said, "Fuck, it's no good, I hate these damn chairs, I need to stretch out." I watched her walk, swaying slightly, over to the airbed where she kicked off her sandals and lay down. "Come on," she said, "We can't talk with you over there."As I lay down she stretched her arms over her head which was resting on the in-built pillow. I laid next to her unable to avert my eyes from the tight t-shirt stretched over her B-cup tits. I'd suspected earlier that she wasn't wearing a bra, now it was confirmed by the shape of her nipples. We stared at the stars for a while before she said, "Is everything okay between you and Amanda?""How do you mean?" I asked."Well, you're not acting like a couple, no holding hands, no arm around either waist, no whispered sweet nothings. It's like you're walking with your mother."I rolled onto my left elbow and told her about Christmas and how things had deteriorated since then."Shit," she said, "So you felt you'd been ambushed? Forced into something you weren't ready for?""I guess so. It was like I could no longer trust her. Everything she did I'd examine for an ulterior motive. Now, the tiniest little thing becomes a full-scale drama. I don't think it's going to end well.""Maybe not," she said, "But it's no use trying to pretend everything is okay. What will be, will be."A few minutes later I asked, "You seemed to be limping a bit towards the end today, blisters?""No, just tweaked my right calf muscle. It's a bit tight now."Without asking, I moved to the bottom of the airbed where I knelt and picked up her foot. There wasn't much light but enough from the kerosene lamp to see that she had very petite feet, maybe size four. In fact, I'd been glancing at her İstanbul Escort feet all evening. Now it's confession time - I have a thing about women's feet, particularly sexy small feet. Amanda's are big for a woman, a size nine but Dee's were tiny in comparison, almost c***d-like with immaculately buffed white nail polish.Amanda hates me touching her feet but Dee just watched as I massaged the sole of her foot. "My calf?" she said after a while.I grinned, "Sorry, it's just that you've got really nice feet." I slid my hands up over her ankle to her calf and wondered if she could see my boner. Dee sighed and closed her eyes as I gently massaged the muscle. I kept it up for ten minutes until I decided that to carry on any longer would be inappropriate. Reluctantly, I lowered her foot."The other one's a bit stiff as well," she smiled.I was quite happy to lift her other foot and begin massaging that calf too. Her toes were very close to my face and I decided to take a chance, they were too beautiful not to kiss. Gently, I dipped my head and kissed her big toe. Her reaction was to curl the toe and giggle. At least she didn't yank her foot away. I kissed all five toes and slid my hands from her calf to her sole which I massaged gently.What happened next came as a complete surprise - her right foot began to move, pressing on and rubbing my boner through my shorts. I sucked her big toe and she moaned and pressed harder. Emboldened, I sucked each toe in turn then forced my tongue between each. That made her squirm and giggle. I licked along the sole of her foot from the heel to the big toe which made her squeal and wriggle before I sucked her toes again.In the glow of the lamp, I watched her left hand go up inside her t-shirt. She was playing with her tits, squeezing and pinching them. Using my left hand I held her right foot and rubbed her toes up and down the length of my cock. "Oh dear god," she moaned. Her foot was so small I managed to get all her toes into my mouth for a good sucking.Dee was wearing a soft cotton floral skirt which had ridden up. Unfortunately, her panties were in the dark shadow so I had to imagine a big wet patch. As I leaned forwards slightly, pressing my cock against her foot, her right hand went into her panties. Damn, I wished the lamp was further round. All I could see was a wrist moving as she masturbated. This had gone far further than I dared hope. I never expected it to reach the point where she'd be flicking her bean and I'd be fucking her foot.Suddenly, she pulled both feet away and sat up. I guess she realised we'd gone too far, but no. She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her saying, "Come here!" Our kiss was so intense we were snorting through our noses. It was evident we both wanted the same thing. As our tongues fought, her fingers worked the belt buckle and zip on my shorts. At the same time, I got my fingers into the leg hole of her panties and was rewarded with my fingers being instantly coated in her slippery cream. She moaned into my mouth as my two fingers slipped into her warm cave.We broke and I stood, pulling my t-shirt off and stepping out of my shorts and boxers. Dee stared at my ramrod cock as she kicked her panties off into the shadows. I knelt, moved her right leg across me and repositioned us so the light now lit her cunt. It was bare and glistening. I lay forwards, taking my weight on my arms. "Are you...?" I started to whisper, intending to do the gentlemanly thing and ask her if she was sure, but she preempted me by grasping my cock and rubbing its head along her slit.As I slid in she gave a long squeal which she stifled by clamping her hand over her mouth. Remembering Carl's dismal performance the night before, I fucked her slowly, letting her feel and savour every stroke. Even when I sensed she was about to cum, I didn't speed up. She came, shuddering with her nails raking my back. I used my own hand over her mouth to deaden her cries.For a few minutes, as she had a little cry, I held myself hard inside her, giving her time to recover. "Thank you," she whispered as I wiped away her tears with my thumb. Very slowly, I began to fuck her again. Ten minutes later she came again this time biting my shoulder. God, this k** was a good fuck! I paused again as she fought to get her breath back.I didn't want to make her sore so decided to end it with a bang. I pushed her legs right back by her ears and fucked her hard and fast, bottoming out my cock with each thrust. She lost all control, jerking, bucking and wailing. Fuck trying to silence her, I needed to cum. Her third orgasm was the biggest, making her whole body shake as she cried, "Fuuuuuuuuck!""WHAT THE FUCK!!?" screamed a voice to my left. Amanda, having crawled from the tent, was on her knees, eyes blazing with the reflected lamplight. I looked at Dee, at her face contorted in ecstasy, thrust in deep and emptied my balls into her, bellowing as I did so."What? What's going on?" I heard Carl say from behind me."I've just been fucked by a real man, you useless cunt," panted Dee below me.I pulled out and looked around. Lights were coming on in caravans and I could hear tent flaps being unzipped. Amanda began crying and Carl just stood there open-mouthed.There was no point saying I was sorry or trying to deny what had obviously happened. "You fucking bastards!" sobbed Amanda, holding her head in her hands. Thankfully, Dee took control."It's happened, get over it," she said as she stood and pulled her skirt down. Amanda went from distress to anger. I watched as she threw everything of mine out of our tent. Calmly, Dee held her hand out to me and said, "Have you got your van keys?""What? Ah..., yeah," I said, pulling my shorts on and fishing the keys out of my pocket.She unlocked the back doors and tossed the keys back to me before pulling Carl's stuff from their tent. "You can sleep in there tonight," she said to him.That was it. The end of İstanbul Escort two relationships. Still crying, Amanda crawled into what I suppose was now her tent whilst Carl in a sort of trance put his gear in the van and closed the door and Dee put my stuff into her tent. Our tent?Within two minutes I was lying naked on my sleeping bag with Dee next to me on hers, both of us staring at the tent roof, lit by an LED lamp. "Regrets?" she asked quietly.I shook my head, "Only that it was rather unfair on Amanda, her seeing us like that. I pretty much knew it was over but wouldn't have wished that on her.""I suppose so, but she was never right for you. I've known her five years and she's never been what you'd call the life and soul of the party.""What about Carl?"She snorted, "Him? You made me cum three times, that's three more than Carl ever did.""Shit! Not even going down on you.""Going down on me? Him? Be fucking serious, he said it was dirty. Can you believe that he didn't even like having his cock sucked? Mind you, his record for that was less than a minute.""Jesus! Why did you get married?"She laughed, "His parents won a trip for four to Las Vegas and asked us to go. We got hammered on cocktails in Ceasar's Palace and got married for a laugh in one of those wedding chapels. We had no idea it would be valid here in England. Rather than pay for a divorce we thought we'd give it a go. Big fucking mistake."I rolled onto my left side and looked at her. She was maybe twenty pounds lighter than Amanda and it showed in her slim waist and flat tummy. Her tits were smaller too but perkier with firm nipples. Even with no make-up, she was very pretty with her pear-shaped face and deep brown eyes. "So," I said, "Carl wouldn't go down on you?"She bit her lip and shook her head."Has..., anyone?""Once, at uni, a girl, on a study trip. Neither of us had done it before. It was a bit of a disaster, to be honest.""Hmmmm," I said, before leaning over and licking her right nipple. Almost instantly it hardened so I sucked it between my lips. At the same time, my right hand drifted downwards to her mound. Her fingers caressed my hair as I switched to her other nipple. She moaned and opened her legs for me. I licked downwards to her tummy button with its bar piercing."Paul," she hissed, "Are you going to..., you know...?""Uh-huh," I grunted as I licked around the gold bar."But, I'm full of your cum."I'd considered that. I'd never tasted my own cum but I'd also never made a woman cum three times in one fuck session before. There's a first time for everything. "Shhh," I hissed. The whole area between her legs was slippery with my cum mixed with her cream so there was no need for me to slick my finger. As I kissed her mound my thumb found her clit and two fingers slipped into her warm inviting hole.There as no room to lay between her legs so I twisted around facing her feet, hooked her legs behind my arms and pulled her cunt lips apart. Even in the dim light, I could see my cum oozing out and sliding down to her asshole. Fuck it, this was no time for subtlety. I plunged my tongue in and lapped up the cum and cunt juice cocktail. Actually, it was okay, like a musky yoghurt. As I tongue fucked her, Dee worked her hips and made little mewing noises.Pulling back slightly, the tip of my tongue found her little hood. I licked across and around it but avoided her clit. Five or six times I went cunt to hood and back to her cunt. By then she was squirming and making strange grunting noises. Just to tease her a little, I paused to kiss her inner thighs. "Nnnn..., please," she rasped.I grinned. She was ready. After one more dip into her cunt which was still leaking her honey, I dragged the underside of my tongue from her cunt to her clit before sucking the little nub gently. "Oh sweet Jesus!" she cried, arching her back and twisting. She was mine now. I played her like a musical instrument. Each time I went from cunt to clit she shuddered and cried, "Fuck!"I concentrated 100% on her clit now, licking, sucking and whipping my tongue left and right across it. She was clawing at me, beating me with her fists and bucking like a rodeo horse but I was relentless. Her hand went between my legs and she began to pump my cock. Suddenly, she let out a long wail and gripped my cock as if her life depended on it. I'd gone down on enough women to know that when they cum, stop everything - don't lick, suck or rub - just maintain pressure on her clit with the flat of your tongue.Dee twisted almost ninety degrees to her right and shook from her toes to her head. It was funny watching her bum jiggle. I'd never seen a woman lose complete control of her body during orgasm before. It was like giant hands were shaking her. Gutteral gargling noises came from her throat just before she went rigid and squirted a single jet of liquid over my eyes and forehead. "Nyaaaaaaa!" she cried as her body rhythmically jerked and spasmed. Not only was her reaction to the orgasm extraordinary, but it lasted maybe thirty seconds. Finally, as her jerks became more spread out, I lifted my head and released her legs, wiping the fluid from my face on the sleeping bag. Her reaction was to curl into a ball, whimpering.I unzipped my sleeping bag, d****d it over both of us and turned off the light.I don't know what time it was when I woke up but it was still dark. Dee's hand was stroking my cock. "Again?" I whispered. God knows why I whispered, half the campsite must have heard her cum."I'm addicted," she said, "I need you to make me cum again..., please?" A gentleman should never refuse a call for help from a lady. In one move I pulled her on top and slid into her. I let her do all the work, sliding up and down and twisting her body. "Oh god," she moaned, "I can't believe I've been putting up with shit sex all this time."I once fucked a much older woman. Her name was Trudy and she was 48. She had an interesting theory on Escort İstanbul cowgirl sex. She said, "Most women don't cum in this position because they go up and down. It's because they want to please the man. Actually, it does very little for the woman, well, me. I've never cum from just bouncing up and down. The woman should go backwards and forwards, working her hips. Working the cock inside and her clit on the guy. Most women will cum that way and the guy is just as happy." Maybe I'd tell Dee about it, but not now.Her tits were just big enough for me to push them together and suck both nipples at the same time. That really set her off, squealing and clenching her cunt muscles. After maybe ten minutes she grunted between pants, "Can you..., fuck me..., doggy...? Carl..., and I..., never got..., around to it."I pushed her off onto her knees, gripped her hips and drove straight into her. Doggy is a great position for a really hard fuck. The tent was filled with the sounds of Dee grunting and moaning and my thighs slapping against hers. There was no way Amanda could be sleeping through it. I wondered what she was thinking, hearing me fuck her friend, or should I say, ex-friend?Dee turned into a very vocal a****l but there seemed little point in telling her to be quiet. With each thrust she pushed back going, "Uh..., uh..., uh..., oh fuck..., oh yes..., god that's so fucking good..., uh..., uh..., uh..."With my right hand, I pushed down on the small of her back and with my left pulled her hair which yanked her head back. "Nnnn..., nnnn..., nnnn..., oh Jeeesus..!, oh god..., oh god..., oh Paul..., OH FUCK YES...! YES...! YESSSSSS!"I was on the verge of cumming but Dee threw herself forwards and lay there jerking as the orgasmic waves swept through her body accompanied by strange mewing noises. Within a minute, it was obvious that she was asleep. I contemplated wanking and cumming over her ass but I wasn't that much of a cunt so again covered us with my sleeping bag.The sunlight woke me, bright on the yellow fabric of the tent. I was on my back with Dee's head on my chest and her leg hooked over my thigh. My watch said 7.56. Outside, I could hear noises, footsteps, bumps and things being moved. The back doors of my van slammed shut, then two car doors closed followed by an engine starting, a diesel engine. It sounded like Carl's Audi driving away, then silence.Dee stirred, "Mmm..., sounds like we've been abandoned.""I'm not surprised, are you?""No, not really," she giggled, "I know it wasn't fair on Amanda, having to listen to us, but I've never felt sheer lust like that before. It was like I only existed for sex. I just had to fuck and cum, does that make any sense?""I guess so, sex can be a very powerful d**g. What would you like to do today? I'm guessing you're in no rush to get back?""God no. And have to face reality with Carl? My life's going to be fucked up for a while. I'm assuming he'll want a divorce. I won't contest it obviously. How about breakfast at that cafe on the beach then a hike somewhere. Somewhere you can fuck me, I've never done it in the open air before.""Okay," I laughed, "But first we ought to check to see what they've left us in the way of food and equipment.""No rush though," she said before licking my nipple. Her hand went to my cock. "Christ, you always wake up hard?" she asked."Pretty much," I chuckled, "What are you gonna do about it?""This," she said. She tried to slide down but was blocked by the tent flaps. "Fucking hell!" she said in frustration, "These little hiking tents do nothing for a good sex life. How about we pack up and go to Padstow later and find a nice hotel? My treat. Then you can take me to dinner at Rick Stein's place.""Okay," I said, "Good idea. How about a shower?"The shower block was one of those modern unisex ones with a dozen or so large cubicles. It was easy for us to slip into one together. As we washed, Dee backed into me as I soaped her breasts. Her nipples were hard and my hard cock pressed into the small of her back. She turned and we kissed before she nibbled my ear and whispered, "You'll have to make allowances, I'll be copying my technique from porn clips. Carl never lasted long enough for me to perfect it.""What?" I said, frowning.Her fingers wrapped around my cock and I watched her sink to her knees. "Fuck!" I hissed as she ran her tongue around my head. Then, looking up at me, she slipped her lips over it, closing them behind the ridge. Slowly, keeping my head in her mouth, she sucked up and down my cock, taking half its length each time."How am I doing," she looked up and asked, a look of mischief in her eyes."Fucking amazing!" I groaned.She grinned, kissed my head and said, "You can cum in my mouth if you want, it's okay."She'd obviously watched a lot of porn. For the next ten minutes, she gave me one of the best blow jobs of my life, switching from sucking to pumping to sucking my balls like a pro. As she played with my balls and sucked my head, I felt my balls constrict and tighten. I grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. Too much? No. The fingers of her right hand left my balls and searched out my asshole. "Fuck!" I hissed as her finger probed and my cock pulsed, sending jets of warm sperm into her mouth.Between kneeling and standing, she must have swallowed it all because she smiled and said, "Good?"I grabbed her ass in both hands, pulled her to me and kissed her before saying, "The absolute best ever. Come on, let's get to Padstow and find a hotel, I'm gonna fuck your brains out."We both phoned in sick to our employers and stayed another two nights, fucking like teenagers.I never saw Amanda again. When I got back to London she'd moved out of my apartment and put her keys in the mailbox. Dee moved in that weekend. Their divorce was straightforward - she admitted adultery and there were no assets as such to divide.We've never got married but have been together now for nine years and have two girls. We live in Cornwall where Dee is a lecturer in environmental science on the Truro campus of the University of Plymouth. I'm area manager for a property company, looking after rich people's holiday homes. One day we'll complete the 630 mile Cornish Coastal Path.