It's just after 10.30am on a Friday morning.
He stood, mesmerised for a moment, leaning against the wall, taking me in with his eyes, not quite knowing what to say. Eventually he came over to greet me with a long lingering passionate kiss that is all Dark Knight and no-one else. A kiss that says 'you look amazing/you always dress to please/it's good to see you again.'
He sits beside me, my husband the other, and we engage in conversation. It's all sexual and the topic varies; there is no subject we cannot talk about. It is a terrific bond the three of us share.
He strokes my leg as we talk and I gently squeeze his hand. He cannot resist the temptation to slip his hand inside my jacket and cup my breast, then leans in to kiss my naval. I leaned my head back on the couch and let out a sigh. I could have given myself to him there and then, but it wasn't time.
We had planned a mini photo shoot; a little bit of fun but with good reason. I am kept on the couch for a few shots then moved to a wooden chair. They brought out the wrist and ankle restraints, blindfold, red bondage rope and black tape. It's all experimental and good fun. I am put in a variety of positions, patient while they tie me, bind me and pose me with props.
They leave me for a moment, tied to the chair in the conservatory, to retrieve one or two more props; Dark Knight is the first to return. Again, he leans down to kiss me, open mouthed with tongues. I cannot respond with my hands as they are tied but I am wet and ready to play. I express my need and am immediately released. We head upstairs to the comfort and privacy of the bedroom, warmed by the winter sun.
Dark Knight undresses and lies on the bed beside me, husband at the foot of the bed, armed with the camera. We lock together; he embraces me like an anaconda restricting his prey. I don't mind at all, I enjoy the fervour. His hands all over me, impatiently travelling from one area to another, I am already writhing. Then comes the oral; his tongue delves deep, having parted my lips with his fingers. His touch is a welcome pleasure. He finds the spot, the nerve centre of my vagina, sending shock waves from head to foot, a cold tingling sensation running throughout my body.
I have husband's cock in my mouth and salivating whilst being devoured elsewhere. I am on the edge and need fucking. DK puts the condom in place and I straddle him, taking in the joy that spreads across his face as he slides smoothly inside me; a place he loves to be, a place I enjoy him being. He grips at my hips and bounces me up and down, controlling the thrusting. My knees are rubbing against the bed covers, getting warmer from the friction. He encourages me to lay my legs out behind him so he can sit up with me still on his lap. We manage the manoeuvre without breaking contact and I lean back onto my husband who is standing and now supporting me with his chest. His fingers and thumbs are tweaking at my nipples as DK continues to buck me.
From his sweat and panting breath, I wonder if he needs a break. Taking my hand behind me, and feeling his rigidity, I know my husband is ready to play his part. So I suggest we switch places. DK removes himself and I get on all fours, feet just over the edge of the bed. Husband enters, pulls me back hard on to him, giving his full length in one hit! I can feel every inch of him, even though I have been penetrated already. DK returns and lies underneath me. Condom removed, I go down on him, taking him deep to the base, feeling him grow ever stronger in the warmth of my mouth. With every thrust from behind, I suck harder. I try not to scratch with my teeth or make sudden movements, but its difficult. Husband comes quickly and withdraws but I am still hungry. Fortunately, DK has recovered and is solid again. I grab a foil packet, hand it to DK and re-position myself on to my back, masturbating to keep the momentum going.
Deep inside me, once more we embrace, suctioned together by the dampness of his sweat. The eye contact is intense. He tells me he has no stories for me this time, but goes on to quote years. I have no idea why but I go with the flow, loving his hot breath so close to my ear. I am happy that he is inside me, and I know he will remain there until he comes. I can feel his teeth sink gently into parts of my upper body as passion takes over. I wrap my legs around him, holding him fast. I am not letting go, not for anyone. His face changes, his climax near. Sinking my feet into the mattress and pushing my pelvis upward, I brace myself for the finale and then..........the ultimate release. We finish, as ever, with a long continual kiss, sucking on one anothers lips before he eases the pressure of his body from mine.
I hold his face in my hands 'Thank you' I say.
'Everyone should have a Kate' he says.