Mrs Townsend's Naughty Past

Christmas isnt a very sexy time for me but now we have the new year so its time I blogged again.
Today the kids had a birthday party to attend and they went straight from school they are due back at 7.15.
Today starting at 9.15 and finishing at 6.30 I have had sex five times, with two men. Not at the same time though.
Its hard to decide if I am a total slut or if I am just taking advantage of the opportunity presented to me.
It could be weeks before such a chance comes again

I was in chat, and I had some messages and Ive confused almost everyone havent I?
I just thought it would be fun to be that nice Mrs T for once instead of that scary Mrs Townsend.
Number four gave away her porn, and I thought I'd give away something, then the idea grew and grew.

Im planning on making a parcel. What goes in there will depend on what choices the boys of The Walnut Walk make. Then we will have to decide who gets it. It will be fun on the way, but nice fun, not my usual scary sort.
You have to have a secret number that Abbie will keep safe.
Dont send it to me. That spoils the point.
If you have already, then you have to go back to Abbie for a new one.

This has been a quiet year for me on the naughty front, different things going on in my life, some good, some difficult, none terrible have meant I havent had much time to indulge myself.
I also thought just the other day that I have been a lot less involved here than I intended.
I started listing some of the people who have made the place so cool, but realised it was getting too long a list. Almost everyone. Special mention to Dawnie and number four as I want to get in their knickers, and Ben26 for similar reasons.


Bottom line is I want to contribute something. Its something for the guys.
One time only, the men here get the good deal.

I've had some things going on at home lately, including very nearly an almost semi revival of my marriage. Its all sorted out now.
Then I met a young man while I was out for a drink one Sunday afternoon. My children were in the garden I was having half a point of lager and lime.
Now Im 35 Im not sure how young I am allowed without seeming to be a bit tarty, He was 19 so I hope nobody thinks Im easy.
I have to admit that we didnt have a lot in common, except that he wanted to have lots of sex and I wanted to let him.
He was very accommodating. He would pop round at a moments notice be it daytime or late at night, so whenever the kids werent around or were asleep I could get a bit.
He wasnt huge in the cock department, but not small either. Maybe seven to seven and a half I would guess. Very thick though. He was odd for a youngster, it took him a while to get fully hard, but once ready he was off and away. Very fast, very hard, very energetic. Not a stayer, but a repeater, unusual for someone who takes a while to get stiff. He was a repeater. Did I mention he was a repeater?
Yeah he was!
Totally lacking in imagination in position and stroke and so on. His idea of oral sex was like he would lick an ice cream and no change at all from that.
For all that I had a great time, and it was just what I needed.
Finally I got a bit bored and broke it off. He took it well, and Im sure he will be able to fix it back on.
:)
Why am I posting? First to explain to anyone who wondered, why Ive been a bit on and off here lately, and second to announce my return and mostly to boast that I had a guy not much more than half my age, with a decent cock, and I dumped him.

The winner was Chesham Penis. He comes from Chesham and has a penis.
Number four cant add by the way in spite of her maths a-level as he got six right.
I had a rare Friday night empty house and he arrived right on time at 7pm.


He brought a bottle of wine, and at 7.30 the Indian food was delivered. He insisted on paying for it so I came out of this very well. Number four must be gutted. We had a chat over dinner and shared a few secrets. Since you are reading this I will share one with you. Number four doesn't have a lot of pubic hair for a grown up, especially a dark haired grown up.
We finished dinner then finished the wine. I got mine out. My wine all you filthy minds. Then it was time to be massaged.


I sat back on my settee and he began by taking off my shoes and massaging my feet. He spent ages on that which was very enjoyable. He was keen and detailed rather than skilled, but very enjoyable all the same.
Then he started sliding up my legs. I wore a long grey dress. It seems more naughty to be massaged under a long dress.
Then we decided to move to the bedroom. I told him to give me five minutes, and I undressed and draped a tiny pink towel over my bottom as I lie on the bed.
He quickly got into his stride and spent half an hour on my back and legs being always the perfect gentleman.


Then I pulled off the towel and he continued. This time he included my buttocks, and also had a sly touch of my breasts at the side now and then thinking I didnt realise he did it on purpose. Some ladies breasts arent totally hidden when we lie on our fronts.
Then I asked for some extra neck and shoulders attention, which I duly received.



Then I sat up and pulled the duvet around me and pointed out to him that it was important I could let my readers know how long his penis was.
I took the tape measure I had prepared earlier off my dressing table and told him to pull down his trousers.
He obliged and goodness me it was stiff, with gooey bits coming out the end as well.
I measured it and it was eight and a half inches long. So quite big.
Then I said he could put it away and he kissed my hand before disappearing into the night.

The bet I lost seems to have turned out OK.
The winner has been in touch and although he is not a very submissive guy, he is more than happy to give me a massage AND bring wine, so it sounds win win to me.
I'm not the easiest to pin down for free time, but I have given him half a dozen suggestions for the next few weeks so hopefully he will get his hands on me soon.
He is the owner of a larger than standard penis.

I see that number four has posted the competition.
This is a little bonus to you for reading my blog even though Ive not made an entry for a while.
The whole thing was a bet between me and the little lady in question.
We had a few drinks together last week at my house, and we had both got a little drunk. Her VERY drunk as she is such a lightweight.
We happened to discuss sportsmen, who was hot and who wasn't. The talk turned to basketball, and we decided some of them must be very well hung so we talked about them for quite a while.
Then number four mentioned basketball must be easy anyway. "Chuck a ball in the ring".

I saw my opening, so I closed my legs and moved the badly placed mirror. Hohoho.
My boys have a basketball ring in the garden. I taunted her a little bit telling her she was too short for basketball and when the time was right I said, "I bet you cant throw a ball through the hoop in the garden."
Taunt a drunk number four and she will accept any bet.
She agreed. I suggested a five minute snog if she missed. She agreed again though she did mutter something I didn't understandand I don't think it was English.
I couldn't find the ball and she sighed and said, "Shall we just forget the details. We know what's going to happen?" This was my fatal error. I wanted a little ritual humbling of her before taking my prize. Bitten lips taste sweeter you know.
I found a tennis ball and said it would do. You have to realise she is five foot nothing, and has no co-ordination whatsoever when it comes to games. She is the anti-athlete. She really is pathetic. I was surprised she got from house to garden without falling over.
She did though, and then threw the ball with no belief at all. Ping right threw the hoop.
"Oh" she said. She looked so surprised it was so funny. Then she said, "Does that mean I won?". I know it was another opportunity missed. I'll leave out the taunting and dancing and gesturing as I thought it was all very unseemly.

My end of the deal brings me to the competition. The winner gets to choose to either 1. come to Surrey to my house and give me a full body massage, not sexual, but with oils and things, so it's not too tough on me, lots of attention to shoulders and feet that sort of thing or 2 if you arent of the submissive persuasion you can come and have dinner with me, cooked by me, you bring the wine. and I'll dish the dirt on parties and so on (keeping discretion of course, except where number four is concerned) or 3. if you can't make it we'll do some kind of cam thing for a bit of fun..
The original bet was just 1, but we built round it so all you people could join in even if non subs and miles away.
Oh and since you are here, your hint, I'm chunky jumper.

(Thanks to number four for making this more readable)

Donker wrote:
I was going to guess that Frank was one of the shadowy figures, but that seemed too obvious.

Sometimes it pays not to look beyond the obvious.
He did say after that he was surprised I didnt recognise him by his cock, but as I pointed out I was mostly interested in the big ones.

Dawnie wrote:
I remember the fun - or was it frustration? - of having to wait for my pictures to arrive in the post.

I always thought you had been corrupted here Dawnie, and you had been sweet and innocent until then.
I'm slightly disappointed.

My second ex husband, Frank, there are only two by the way, and I had a number of interesting games.
I usually won because they were dare games and the way of things is that we can get away with loads more than guys when it comes to acting dirty.
We did get ourselves into trouble sometimes, him far more than me.

One of our games was to masturbate in a public place. Sometimes the task was to have an orgasm without being detected. Another was to be seen playing with ourself. The winner would then give some kind of forfeit to the loser. (I've posted quite a bit about his sub side and my domme side, and all this makes more sense if you realise we weren't exclusively into that.)

One evening we combined both and the game was to be the first to be seen having an orgasm. We would always believe each other, or there was no point, and would share our experiences after, sometimes with a photo or two, on old fashioned paper, which we had to wait for. I remember we used to send them to Lancs to get developed "discreetly".
The forfeit was to clear both our cars on Sunday morning in our underwear. (I was a part-time taxi driver in those days, which also brought some fun)
"Go!"
I'd heard of some land behind a car park that had become a bit of a perverts place. I don't remember using the word dogging then but I suppose that's what it was.
I drove directly there, got out of my car in my slut outfit, walked around it, and got in the back.
"Easy" I thought to myself.
I pulled off my knickers and lay back. Sure enough within a few minutes I could see a shadowy figure arrive. It was almost dark by then. One leg up and away I went. A couple more shadowy figures.
I admit I was quite enjoying the view of four or five cocks being furiously rubbed, I did consider opening a window but felt it may not have been for the best.
Before long, orgasm. Yet another victory.

But I lost. Who can guess why?

Thanks to little 4inches for the encouragement.
A lot of my challenges and tasks on the board come from past experiences. Sometimes they are adapted. My friend Jackie, who also posts from time to time, and I used to have a lot of fun with small parties.

One time we, and another friend invited four guys along, and after a few drinks and dances, and hugs and gropes and snogs we arranged a game. It was an egg race as described on the boards.
The four guys had an egg each and had to break it with their cocks. The three of us would do whatever was requested to get the cocks hard.
One guy got hard very quickly, and he put his egg on a cushion then pulled his cock sideways to his leg, and let go. It snapped back and cracked the egg first go!
Lucky because it clearly hurt and I dont think he fancied a second go.
So he was the winner, and we told him he would be spending the evening with the three of us.
Second prize was to go down on all of us, with the winner, for an hour before we had our way with the winner.
They all tried the pull and slap method without success. Finally one managed to put it on the floor and pressing down on it with his cock.
That left two. We then explained third prize was to go home, and fourth prize was to suffer pain at our hands!
One guy was desperately trying to break his egg in all ways. Finally the other guy picked up the desperate guys egg and smashed it into his own balls. We sent desperate guy home and had our fun with the loser. We did invite him because we knew he liked a bit of pain, but he had no idea what was going to happen beforehand
It wasnt particularly heavy. I had a cane which I dashed him with for a while, then my other friend pulled his nipples. He had a little bit of man boob, so she laid him down, and stood over him and tried to pull him up by his nips.
Then we told him we were done, and he thanked us just as Jackie kneed him in the nuts, which caused us all to chuckle.
Then the runner up did his bit on us, with the help of the winner, before being sent home and we turned our attention to the winner.
We had iced the losers nuts, in a helpful way, and when he was ready he was responsible for drinks and snacks for the evening.
The winner had a couple of hours of fucking and sucking and licking and watching lesbian goings on.
He seemed to enjoy it.

I wouldnt rule out something on the same lines again with the right people.