Chapter 2

I had been busy with the kids and work, so it took me a week to pluck up the courage to install the dating app. During that time I probably masturbated at least twenty times. Making up for lost time, in the shower, in bed at night. One morning after dropping the kids off at school I felt so overwhelmingly horny that I rushed straight home, and sat at the kitchen table with my hands in my knickers until I climaxed.

I met up with Jenni again for coffee, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me. As we settled in with our mugs, I couldn't help but fidget with anticipation.

"So, how's the dating app world treating you?" Jenni asked, a playful glint in her eye.

I took a deep breath, feeling a rush of nerves. "Well, I finally took the plunge and installed the app," I admitted, my voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and excitement. “But I don’t know what to put on my profile.”

Jenni leaned forward, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "That's fantastic! Let's take a look. Remember, it's all about being subtle, but upfront.".

She helped me choose some photos and write my bio, stating that I was looking for fun and nothing serious. With a deep breath, I hit save. It was a small step, but it felt like a giant leap towards owning my desires. "Thank you, Jenni," I said, grateful for her guidance and support.

Jenni grinned, her eyes scanning the profiles with a playful glint. "Let's see who catches our eye, shall we?" She passed the phone back to me, her energy contagious as we embarked on this collaborative journey of swiping.

We scrolled through the profiles together, Jenni providing her insights and suggestions. "How about him?" she pointed to a guy with a relaxed vibe and a cheeky grin. "He seems like he'd be up for a bit of fun."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a rush of excitement and apprehension as we swiped right on his profile. The idea of exploring these connections for casual encounters was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

Jenni continued, her gaze scanning the photos and descriptions. "Here's another one," she chimed in, indicating a guy who exuded a laid-back charm. "God, look at his muscles! Do you fancy him?"

Now we found a hot looking older guy with a cheeky grin, “Ooh, this one is married and looking to cheat.” Jenni said, “Don’t discount that, he’s not looking for a relationship and it probably means he’s experienced.”

As we navigated through the profiles, our interaction became more collaborative. We discussed each potential match, considering their interests and vibe, aiming for a shared understanding of what might click for me.

"There's this one," I pointed to a profile that hinted at a guy with an adventurous streak. "He seems like he'd be open to something casual, don't you think?"

Jenni nodded in agreement. "Definitely, Becky! Give it a shot."

With each swipe, a sense of excitement and curiosity bloomed. The process felt less daunting and more adventurous with Jenni's collaborative approach. Together, we navigated through the profiles, carefully selecting potential matches that seemed open to the idea of casual connections.

After a while we got bored of swiping. I wanted to get another story out of Jenni to fuel my masturbation fantasies. I didn’t want her to know that I’d been masturbating to her sex life though. "So," I began, attempting a nonchalant tone, "any recent adventures worth sharing?"

Jenni's eyes lit up like a mischievous beacon. "Oh, definitely," she exclaimed, leaning in with a conspiratorial air. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I had a threesome over the weekend."

My jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. "Oh my god," I stammered, my cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and a growing warmth between my legs. "I've got to hear this story!"

Jenni, relishing the attention, launched into the tale. “Well, I didn’t have the children, so my friend with benefits, Max, was going to stay over. He’s amazing, he’s a post-grad at the University, so a lot younger than me, probably 23 or something - honestly, he can fuck for hours and come five or six times in a night. Anyway, we'd always banter about him bringing along a friend, and lo and behold, this week he made good on that joke!"

She paused for a moment, relishing the anticipation in my wide-eyed reaction before continuing with her account. "So there I was, opening the door just expecting Max, and he was there with this guy—a cheeky grin plastered across his face as he introduces his friend, Jake."

"Wow," I murmured, my mind spinning with a heady mix of shock and intrigue. Jenni's unabashed tales never failed to spark a rush of curiosity and an undeniable stirring within me. As she continued to regale me with the explicit details, I felt an electric thrill coursing through my body, a hunger for a world beyond the confines of my own restrained history.

As she recounted the events, Jenni's animated storytelling brought the scene to life. Her vivid descriptions made it feel as though I were right there, witnessing the unfolding events. The thrill and excitement in her voice underscored the audaciousness of the situation.

"Jake was something else, really fit!" she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The chemistry between us all was electric. There was this incredible sexual tension in the air."

I leaned in, utterly engrossed in Jenni's captivating narrative. "What happened next?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my curiosity piqued by her tantalising tale.

She painted a vivid picture, each detail etching itself into my imagination. "I got them drinks and we sat on the sofa chatting. It started with stolen glances, innocent touches that lingered a fraction longer than they should have.". Jenni was making me wait for the juicy details.

My heart raced in anticipation as she recounted the details, her words bringing the scene to life. "Max and Jake were sharing a mischievous grin, and I could sense the tension building. There was this magnetic pull, and before I knew it, I was kissing them both in turn, and they were undressing me."

“Fuck!” I whispered, clenching my thighs with desire.

Jenni looked around to make sure no-one could overhear. “When I was naked, Jake went down on me, and Max put his cock in my mouth. Jake really knew what he was doing, he made me come so quickly, and then before I knew it he was inside me. No condom, but I didn’t even care.”

The words hung heavily in the air, charged with the electricity of her narrative. “They took turns fucking me, one in my mouth and one in my cunt, there on the sofa, oh my god, Becky, it was incredibly intense, the kind of passion that leaves you overcome with sensations. We did it for hours. Even now, just thinking about it," she confessed, a flush spreading across her cheeks, "I'm practically soaked.". I was soaking wet too, and keen to get home now to relieve myself.

Leaving the café, I felt a newfound sense of empowerment, and was determined to have some adventures of my own.

Arriving home, a rush of anticipation surged within me as I noticed a package waiting for me. To my delight, it was the item I had ordered – my very first vibrator! The excitement was palpable as I hastily unpacked it. With a quickness that mirrored my fervent anticipation, I shed my trousers and knickers, feeling a sense of liberation enveloping me.

Seated on the sofa, I let out a soft sigh as I spread my legs, welcoming the thrill of this newfound adventure. My mind wandered to Jenni's recounted tales, the vivid images of her uninhibited encounters replaying in my imagination. The mere thought of her daring escapades sent a surge of heat through me, and I found myself incredibly aroused and ready to explore.

The vibrator I held in my hand was of the rabbit variety, boasting a thick, rotating shaft and vibrating ears. Eagerly, I guided it inside myself, relishing the sensation of its gradual insertion. With a growing urgency, I urged it further in until the vibrating ears delicately brushed against my sensitive clit.

A gasp escaped my lips as the electrifying sensation radiated from my core, spreading like wildfire throughout my entire body. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, a powerful rush that overwhelmed my senses. I cried out, a mixture of surprise and ecstasy, as my body responded to the intense stimulation.

I started to delicately slide the vibrator in and out of my eager folds, relishing the rhythmic movement as it teased the sensitive walls of my warm, wet cunt. With each motion, the vibrating ears brushed gently against my swollen clit, eliciting waves of pleasure that surged through my body. As the sensations intensified, I instinctively pressed the toy harder against myself, craving more of the electrifying pulses.

The mounting pressure within me escalated swiftly, igniting an unstoppable wave of pleasure that seemed to consume every fibre of my being. With an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy, I cried out, unable to contain the intense rush that cascaded through me. The sheer intensity of the moment overwhelmed my senses as an exquisite orgasm crashed over me, sending me spiralling into a euphoric abyss.

My cries echoed in the room, a blend of surprise, exhilaration, and pure delight as I surrendered to the overwhelming release. It was a climax so intense that it left me breathless, my body trembling with the aftershocks of an ecstasy that had transported me to the peak of pleasure and bliss.

But I didn't stop there. The lingering echoes of pleasure continued to reverberate through my body, a teasing echo of the euphoria I'd just savoured. The vibrator, now coated with my arousal, stayed in my hand as I pressed it once more against my sensitised clit. I could feel my pubic hair was soaked and matted. The sensations were almost overwhelming, teetering on the edge of unbearable intensity. Within moments, I succumbed once again to an intense climax, the sensations spiralling into an overpowering release.

After the third time, I reached my limit. My mound and clit were swollen, throbbing with sensitivity that made the slightest touch unbearable. Collapsing onto the sofa, I sought solace in gentler sensations, running my fingers over my nipples through my shirt. As my throbbing cunt pulsated between my legs, I indulged in a soothing moment of relaxation, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. Sitting up, I saw that I had leaked fluid all over my leather sofa.

Frantically dressing and tidying the aftermath, I hurried to the school to collect the kids, hoping to remain composed despite the lingering sensations from earlier. Spotting Jenni amidst the gathering parents, I felt certain she could sense my flushed and flustered state. As we found a moment away from prying eyes, she leaned in, a knowing glint in her eye, and casually inquired if I'd made any matches yet.

"Oh, I haven't had a chance to check," I admitted, fumbling for my phone in anticipation. With a mix of excitement and nerves, I unlocked my device, and to my astonishment, there were already four matches awaiting my attention. The rush of emotions flooded through me as I turned to Jenni, feeling a combination of thrill and uncertainty.

"What do I do now?" I asked, my voice betraying a blend of excitement and panic. The prospect of navigating this newfound territory felt exhilarating yet daunting

Jenni leaned in, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she began dishing out advice on the art of flirting through the apps. "Alright, listen up," she said, her tone a blend of playful confidence and genuine guidance. "Firstly, be yourself, but a more flirtatious version," she advised with a sly grin.

"Keep it light and playful," she continued, her words laced with experience. "Ask questions, share a bit about yourself, and sprinkle in a dash of cheeky humour. Oh, and don't forget emojis—they're your secret weapon!"

Her guidance felt like a crash course in a subject I'd never studied. I listened intently, absorbing every word, determined to venture into this new realm of connections with a sense of both excitement and caution.

"Remember," she added, a conspiratorial tone creeping into her voice, "it's all about building a connection. Flirt, tease, and, most importantly, have fun with it. And when you're ready, if someone catches your eye, don't hesitate to suggest meeting up for a drink or a casual hangout. No pressure, just see where it leads."

Just then, Dave, one of the Dads we knew, joined us. “Hi ladies, what are you two up to?” he said with a smile.

Caught up in the moment, I barely noticed, but I caught a flicker of something unusual crossing Jenni's expression—a subtle shift that, had I not been looking directly at her, I might have missed. There was an unexpected tinge of blush tinting her cheeks, a reaction that seemed out of place in our casual conversation.

Suddenly, an unexpected suspicion crept into my mind, a question that lingered in the back of my thoughts. Could there be something more between Dave and Jenni? I racked my brain, recalling that Dave, come to think of it, was single, just like Jenni.

As my suspicions lingered, I couldn't help but scrutinise Dave with a newfound interest. Taking a closer look, I noticed the distinguished air about him. Dave, a few years older than us, possessed a charm that was hard to overlook. His neatly trimmed beard, adorned with subtle flecks of grey, added a touch of maturity to his appearance.

He had a magnetic presence, his warm smile and friendly demeanour drawing people in effortlessly. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, twinkled with a welcoming sincerity that seemed to invite easy conversation. The lines on his face hinted at a life well-lived, adding character to his handsome features.

As I observed him more closely, an unexpected thought crossed my mind—Dave was rather attractive. It was a realisation that caught me off guard, one that had never occurred to me before. His air of confidence, combined with the subtle hints of maturity in his appearance, made for an alluring combination that I couldn't deny had its appeal.

My gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, contemplating the idea that perhaps there was more to Dave than I had previously noticed.

To be continued...